02x09 - The Easy Way

[bunniefuu]

(upbeat music)

(bell rings)

- Griffen, could we have your career presentation

now, please?

- I'm gonna get a degree in entertainment law

- I'm gonna be a rancher,

maybe open up my own cowboy theme restaurant.

- I'm gonna have a career in the NBA,

but I need an education for back up.

- Photojournalist, definitely freelance.

(students laughing)

- [Student] He didn't even do it

- Griffen.

- Uh, well, I wanna be a computer innovator,

to come up with something ingenious,

no one's ever thought of.

It's just, I haven't thought of it yet.

(students laughing)

- Where's your career path?

- That's just it.

No school can teach you how to be an innovator.

So there is no career path, no roadmap,

that's why all I have is this blank board.

- And blank is what you're going to get as a grade,

unless you come up with a real career plan.

All right, who's next?

Eric.

- I'd like to put in a word about it.

- [Caitlin] Teachers expect you to open up

and tell them everything about yourself,

who you are, what you wanna be

and they give you a grade on it,

as if they could grade your dreams.

(upbeat music)

♪ There's a devil ♪

♪ standing on my tail ♪

♪ But I don't have to beat him ♪

♪ And there's an angel that is tempting me to fail ♪

♪ But I don't really need him ♪

♪ And the waves just keep rolling along ♪

♪ We can drift if the current prevails ♪

♪ Here we are in this slow boat ♪

♪ Wishing for a sail ♪

♪ Wishing for a sail, sail, sail, sail, sail ♪

♪ Am wishing, am wishing, ♪

♪ am wishing ♪

♪ for a sail. ♪

(upbeat music)

- Please let it be there.

- I have football practice, sir.

- Eric, that assignment was due two weeks ago.

Now, if I don't have it tomorrow,

you're gonna flunk English,

and they will kick you off the team.

I don't even know where to start with you.

Caitlin.

- I think I just forgot something.

- [Eric] I just, I can't write a poem.

- Caitlin, you got an A in English didn't you?

- Yeah, you actually even gave me an A plus

on our last assignment.

You are so going to owe me for this.

- Hey man, you walked right into it.

Actually, you give me an A plus.

(Eric giggles)

- Let's just get on with your stupid poem, all right.

What's it about anyway?

- I don't know.

- Great.

- Nobody cares about poetry anyways, it's for losers.

- I write poetry.

- Okay, great.

Why don't you just write one for me?

- Yeah, right?

- Caitlin, don't make me beg.

Please.

Please help me.

- Okay.

Poetry is about feelings or ideas,

thoughts.

You must have thoughts about something.

- Football.

- Okay

- Speed, pain,

k*ll.

- You can use more than one syllable.

- Touchdown.

- Alright.

- Hey, that's my stuff.

- Then keep it in your room.

- There's no room, in my room.

- Because...

its so full of junk - Because its so small.

That's why I need to move to the cabin.

- Hey

- Not more junk.

Honestly, Jim, you're worse than he is.

- This isn't junk.

We got new surveillance equipment

down at the Sheriff's office,

and I thought you might like the old stuff.

- Whoa, this is so cool.

- You are not using a surveillance camera in this house.

- Oh, I won't.

I'll use it in school.

- Knowing the pain means feeling the way

the wind catches a leaf and sends it flying.

And I leap through the pain,

knowing that when I fly free,

I fly home - touchdown.

- Yes! We did it, man.

- No, I did it. You watched.

- Don't erase it.

No, don't erase it.

(computer beeps)

- Ugh, you are so evil.

(bell rings)

- Look, I showed you how to write a poem.

Now you can do your own.

(slow piano music)

- Oh, so she does poetry

When time hangs

in the air,

like a leaf suspended,

or the final note of a song,

when the day has ended,

and the thoughts that scare me.

- So, the three rules of writing poetry

are, write what you know,

number two, write what you know.

Number three, write what you know.

William Shakespeare when he was 15,

who knows?

Maybe he wrote about sports, just like Eric.

could you read your assignment please Eric?

- I got this (indistinct)

- I think I heard your mellifluous tones

in a healthy voice when I came in, come on,

(students laughing)

read.

- Yeah. My poem's called football.

When a football hangs in the air,

like a leaf suspended

or the final note of a song

when the game has ended.

And there's lots that scare me as I race,

like the wind are lost in time

through the shouts of the crowd.

(students clapping)

- unbelievable kid.

- I agree. It's an excellent poem.

Very unexpected.

Caitlin, you're obviously a very gifted teacher.

(bell rings)

Alright, tomorrow, we will continue on with Sonics.

Alright?

- Easy school.web?

- Yeah, It's my break through innovation.

A whole day schoolwork, edited down to 30 minutes.

The essential 30 minutes, without any irrelevant details.

Webcast every day.

- Are you saying that I don't have to take notes

every day in class?

- No, it's all on my website, School Made Simple.

- What about homework?

- Brett, you still have to do homework.

(upbeat music)

- You jerk.

- It's Watson's fault, okay?

If he hadn't have made me read it out loud,

you would have never found out.

- That notebook was mine and it was private.

You had no right to go through it.

- Come on, like I care what guys you think are cute.

- That is not what I write about.

Now, give it back.

- It's in the lost and found.

- What?

Anyone could have it.

Some creep is probably copying it right now

for the entire school to read.

(bell rings)

- I put it in there. I swear.

(upbeat music)

- Today, we're gonna start on the English Sonic.

A sonic is a poem, consisting of fourteen lines.

Fourteen lines.

(indistinct)

...of two, pentameter, penta, five,

a five meter, five times two is...

- Ten.

- Interesting, soup's on.

- Too busy.

- Well, you come home for lunch,

but now you're not gonna eat?

Isn't all this Easy school cheating?

- Oh no, no, It's educational.

I mean, if you're sick or confused,

or missed a class, it's free tutoring,

That's gonna be paid for by advertisers.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Oh, and speaking of doing something for the betterment

of humanity, did you and mom talk about

me moving it to the cabin?

- Yeah.

- And?

- Undecided.

- (sighs) But if a vote were held today?

- I'm all for it.

- But he's only 15.

- And the cabin is only 20 feet away.

- You know what?

I'll do all the moving.

You won't even notice I'm not here.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Yeah!

(cool music)

(indistinct )

- Hey, man, I finally got that isosceles triangle down.

It was like your head was inside mine.

- Cool.

Well, I guess working through lunch really paid off.

- Alright thanks man.

- Thanks Griffen, I love your website.

It's cut my studying time down by hours.

- That's great.

- Yeah, and now I have way more time

to work on my new cheers.

I mean, the team depends on me to lead them to victory.

- Sure.

- When a football hangs,

like a leaf suspended,

or the final whistle,

when the game has ended.

When a football hangs,

like a leaf suspended,

or the final whistle,

when the game has ended.

- It was Taylor's idea.

- And whose poem did you say it was?

- I didn't.

- Okay, so then everyone thinks

that you're some kind of football bard.

Well, that just shows how stupid they are.

You can write a grocery list.

- You know what, I was thinking about coming clean

about what I did, but you just changed my mind.

I'll make your dumb little poem for whatever it's worth.

(indistinct)

(upbeat music)

(telephone rings)

- Hello?

- Griffen Lowe?

- Yeah.

- I'm Rick Wilkes, President of Hot Player Incorporated.

You've probably heard of us.

We're an entertainment conglomerate.

Specializing in internet ventures.

Listen, one of my associates has just shown me Easy school.

- Really?

- Yeah. It's pretty impressive.

I'd like to talk about your vision for the future

of this site.

- Yeah, yeah, sure.

What do you wanna know?

- Hey Griff, what's going on?

Website's got all old stuff on it.

What about yesterday's classes?

- You are not gonna believe it.

An entertainment conglomerate wants to pick up Easy school.

This guy, Rick and I were brainstorming for hours

last night, and there's no end to it.

Easy medical school...

What about Easy school for us?

- Easy cooking school, Easy mechanic school.

Come on, It's awesome.

- Yeah, for you maybe, you let us down, man.

- Hey, I'm lining up a merger

with one of the hots web companies in the world.

Doesn't that mean anything to you?

- No.

- Well, you could just take notes.

- Griff, I can't go back to the old way.

For the first time in my life,

I'm actually passing Math.

We need you.

- I'm doing the right thing.

- I don't believe this.

- Mr. Watson, I have something I need to talk to you about

- Just a second, I'm almost finished.

Okay, now what was the...

- You told him?

I'm gonna get booted off the team, Caitlin.

I have to play football.

Do you understand that?

- My notebook was private,

do you understand that?

- You know the one thing that I ever liked about you

was that you fight your own fights.

I never figured you for squealer.

- I didn't tell him.

- Thanks.

- I didn't do it for you.

(upbeat music)

(telephone rings)

- Hello.

- I'm still looking at yesterday's easy school.

- I'm still editing today's,

I'm done with History, I'm half done with Math.

- Griffen, Math is what I need.

- Okay! Okay.

They'll be up in an hour.

(telephone rings)

They'll be up in and hour.

(telephone rings)

in an hour.

(knocking on the door)

Go away.

- Lunch time.

- No time, Easy school.

- Doesn't look that easy.

- It's k*lling me dad,

but it's my big break through innovation.

I mean, this is my future.

Easy medical school,

Easy Sheriff's school.

Oh, too bad I didn't have that for you dad.

- Well, I wouldn't have taken it.

- Why? Because you think it's too easy.

- No its because I think there's a lot more learning

than just memorizing a bunch of facts and figures.

- Yeah, but you had to learn laws

and stuff to become a sheriff.

- Sure.

But I also had to learn to deal with people.

That wasn't something you could find in any textbook.

Look, I know it sounds corny,

but a lot of times when you study something new,

most times you learn something about yourself

in the process.

(lid slamming)

(cool music)

- Thank you

- [Caitlin] And these totally weird thoughts

went through my mind,

and I felt more alone than I ever had in my whole life.

(indistinct talking)

- Hang on, over here.

- This will be on the test next week.

I would advise you to start taking some notes.

(bell rings)

Griffen, a word please.

- Griffen, why is it

that you're the only one paying attention

in class these days?

(mumbles)

Does it have anything to do with Easy school?

- You know about it?

- Oh, I have a hidden camera.

- Ha ha look, I know what you're thinking,

but it's not cheating, okay?

It was supposed to help kids with their classes,

not replace them.

- And so what happened?

- Human nature.

People always take the easy way.

- Wow, that's too bad

because I have just changed the test date.

It's gonna be tomorrow.

- But wait, if I don't post those notes

on easy school, they're all gonna fail,

and they're gonna blame me.

- Well then, you have got some thinking to do,

don't you?

- Griff, do you wanna give that to Caitlin?

It's her notebook.

- Yeah, but, why do you have it?

- I borrowed it.

- That poem you read, you lifted it from her notebook.

- If I flunk English I'm off the team.

- You actually went through her personal stuff,

just cause you were too lazy to write your own poem?

- No, I didn't.

- That's pretty low man, even for you.

- You're doing Easy school

- Yeah to help other kids

- Yeah, like you care how anyone else

is doing in this school.

- Hey, I care about my friends.

- No, all you care about is becoming some big.com inventor.

(cool music)

- Caitlin.

- Where did you get that?

- Eric.

- He read it, didn't he?

- Eric would never do something like that.

Really.

Look, I've known him since kindergarten

and he knows a lot of stuff about me,

and he makes fun of me,

but he would never do anything to hurt his friends.

- Well, I'm not his friend.

- Why are you so sure about that?

Then again, after today,

I won't be much of an expert on friends.

(telephone rings)

- Hello?

- All it says on Easy school,

is there's gonna be a test tomorrow.

- Yeah, I'm having some technical difficulties.

- Griffen, we're all gonna flunk.

- Not if you study the old fashioned way.

- [Woman] Hello?

- Hello?

Yeah, can I speak to Rick Wilkes please?

- He's at the unemployment office.

- Well, can I talk to his secretary?

- Secretary? In his dreams.

You know, why can't he just get a job

like everyone else instead of sponging off

his own mother?

- Wait, you mean he doesn't run hot players?

- He doesn't run anything.

(playful flute music) (bell rings)

- So you got your notebook back?

- Yeah.

- I wrote this poem.

(paper rustling)

My name is Cowboy Rick,

but I ain't no hayseed hick.

I'm really tough and twice as rough,

but I'm also sometimes thick.

I was wrong, I know it,

now that I'm a cowboy poet,

and no longer, a thieving dog.

- So, what do you think?

- Cowboy poetry, what's next?

Cowboy macramé?

- Look,

I told Watson that I didn't really write

all of the first poems, I give him this one.

And that part about I was wrong,

that was sort of for you.

- It's an apology.

- Yeah.

It was an apology.

- Caitlin, I have this football practice

right now, I was wondering if you wanted to come.

- Why would I wanna do that?

- Well, you're sort of the reason I'm still on the team.

- Yeah, well, I think I'll pass this time.

I promised Griffen I'd help him do something.

- Okay.

- Eric,

that's really cool that you told Watson.

Hey.

Back to the blank slate.

Why can't I have been the one to invent

zippers, or Velcro?

- Well, at least you got to move out of the house.

- Yeah, I guess that means I'm officially an adult.

(quacks)

Hey, quacky.

- Quacky?

- Come here.

- Come on Griffen.

- [Caitlin] A blank slate.

- It's hard to imagine Griffen

not knowing exactly where he's going.

Actually, It's not hard to imagine at all.

That's how I used to be.

(upbeat music)

♪ Wishing for a sail ♪

♪ Wishing for a sail, sail, sail, sail, sail, ♪

♪ Wishing for a sail, sail, sail, sail, sail, ♪

♪ All right ♪

♪ Am wishing, ♪

♪ Am wishing ♪

♪ Am wishing ♪

♪ Am wishing ♪

♪ Am wishing ♪

♪ For a sail. ♪