life.
Oh my God.
I'm gonna have to send my SAT scores to San Quentin instead of Stanford.
-Ohh... alright...
I'm just a little freaked, here.
At least you got whatcha wanted, y'know?
-Got what I wanted?
It is one thing to want somebody out of your life,
it is another thing to serve them a wake-up cup full of liquid drainer.
-We did a murder and that's a crime,
but...
this were like a suicide thing, y'know?
-Like a suicide thing?
-Yeah. I mean, you can do Heather's handwriting
as well as your own, right?
...Right?
-You might think what I've done is shocking -
-Umm... to me, though, suicide is the natural answer
to the myriad of problems life has given me.
-That's good, but Heather would never use the word "myriad".
-This is the last thing she'll ever write
- she'll want to cash in on as many fifty cent words as possible.
-Yeah, but she missed "myriad" on the vocab test two weeks ago.
-It proves my point more.
The word is a badge for her failures at school.
-Oh. Okay, you're probably right.
People think that just because you're beautiful and popular,
life is easy and fun.
No-one understood, I had feelings too.
-I die knowing no-one knew the real me.
-That's good.
Have you done this before?
-Any other principal'd take the same position.
Keep things business as usual.
-Heather Chandler's not your every-day suicide.
She was very popular.
-Come on, Paul.
If I let these kids out before lunch,
the switchboard'd light up like a Christmas tree.
-I must say I was impressed to see
that she made proper use of the word "myriad" in her suicide note.
-I find it profoundly disturbing
that we're told of the tragic destruction of youth,
and all we can think to talk about is adequate mourning times
and misused vocabulary words.
-Christ.
-We must revel in this revealing moment.
Look, I suggest that we get everybody together,
both students and teachers, in the cafeteria,
and just... talk, and... feel, together.
-Thank you, Miss Fleming,
you call me when the shuttle lands.
-Now, is this Heather the cheerleader?
-That would be Heather McNamara.
-Damn. I'd be willing to go half a day for a cheerleader.
-God, it's unfair. It's just so unfair.
We should get off a whole week, not just an hour.
-Write the school board.
-Watch it Heather, you might be digesting food there.
-Yeah, where's your urge to purge?
-Fuck it.
-Look...
-Heather left behind one of her Swatches.
She'd want you to have it, Veronica.
She always said you couldn't accessorise for shit.
-Sorry to hear about your friend.
Thought she was your usual airhead bitch.
Guess I was wrong. We all were.
-What a waste.
-Oh, the humanity.
-Veronica...
-Veronica, what are you doing?
-I'm just so... thrilled...
...to finally have an example of the profound sensitivity
of which a human animal is capable.
That example is Heather Chandler.
I have her note.
Now, I'm going to pass this note around the class,
so you can all feel its pathetic beauty for yourself.
And while we do this,
I think its a good opportunity to share the...
...feelings that this suicide has spurred in all of us.
Now, who would like to begin?
-I heard it was really gnarly.
She sucked down a bowl of multi-purpose
deodorizing disinfectant, and then smash!
-Uh, now, Tracey, let's not rehash the coroner's report.
Let's talk emotions.
-Um. Heather and I used to go out,
and she said I was boring,
but now I realize I really wasn't boring,
it's just that she was dissatisfied with her life.
-That's very good, Peter.
-Are we going to be tested on this?
"You know, we were the same size,
so sometimes we could borrow each other's clothes,
and mix it up. It was fun".
"I remember I won her a rhino at the 4H Club, for -"
-Oh you're an asshole. Mute him.
"You know, we liked the same kind of clothes -"
-Heather, how many networks did you run to?
"we liked a lot of the same things."
"It's not going to be the same here without her -"
-What're you talking