Girl Meets World

Why didn't you wake me?

It's electives day. The earlier we sign up,

the better the chance we have of getting all the good ones.

I tried to wake you up three times.

You know I don't think you're serious until six times.

You know the first three times I'm still checking for chicken pox

to see if I can miss school.

Hey, I tickled your toes.

Well, that explains the Lucas dream.

So, what electives are we hoping for?

We are hoping to get out of them.

Actually, it's not gonna happen, sister.

These are service electives.

Not only do they expect us to be students, but now they want to give us jobs.

How are we supposed to work and go to school at the same time?

Yeah, who does that?

How you doin'?

Oh, hey, honey.

Where you going?

I'm going to school.

Oh, whatcha gonna do there?

I'm gonna work.

Wait, you're gonna go to work and school?

At the same time.

Topanga: Wait but, just for a couple of days, right?

No, no, no. This is forever.

But Topanga, surely your responsibilities are temporary, right?

Oh, no. I have to do everything all the time.

Bravo!

No more. No more.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

We will be here for the rest of your lives.

Have a good day, honey.

I hate parent theater.

Yeah, we did set them up pretty good.

You know, when I went to law school, I held down two part-time jobs.

Yeah, but now your life is a piece of cake.

Would you make us cake?

Get to school.

You'll be here, making cake?

Hey, Riley, you can put your dishes in the dishwasher.

Later, mom. I promise.

Job and school. Job and school.

Uh, you could at least put them on the...

Counter.

Okay, fine.

I can finally go to work.

Am I forgetting anything?

Okay.

I have another kid.

Why did I do that?

Auggie, baby!

Come on!

Who here knows about the great depression?

I thought it was called the grand canyon?

Excellent.

Who here knows about the great depression?

Maya?

Nothing's gonna beat that, sir.

Farkle, save me.

The year was 1929, the stock market crashed,

everyone lost their money and their jobs.

And the people who were comfortable were now lost and became known as...

"The forgotten."

Working class people, the heart and soul of our country,

basically taken for granted in the first place,

and now, discarded and forgotten.

How could that happen, sir?

It shouldn't have, Mr. Friar.

But that could never happen to anyone in the grand canyon today, could it?

I don't know, Riley.

I'm sure you would never take anyone for granted, right?

I would never.

And do you think there's anyone who cares about you who goes

underappreciated or overlooked?

Maya, my life is so much better for having you in it.

I know, pumpkin.

Thank you, dad.

For the first time, I've actually understood

something that you've tried to teach me.

Please, bell, ring.

Ring!

Ah-ha.

You could do that?

I wonder what electives we're gonna get.

I hope we get good ones.

Why do they call them "electives" if they make us do them?

I don't know.

And why do they call it shop class?

That was the biggest disappointment of my little life.

Yum, blob.

All right, no blob for me, please.

Not because it's not good, only because there's no taste and no flavor.

Okay.

You know I made that myself.

What is it?

I call it, "Tuesday."

But it's Thursday.

Mm-hmm.

No throwing rolls!

Well, she's in a good mood today.

That's the happiest I've seen her.

Look, I don't care what electives we get,

just as long as we don't end up in...

dun-dun-dun!

Cafeteria duty.

Good afternoon, Geralyn.

Oh, mashed potatoes.

I put a little extra love in there for you today.

I know you did.

No eating in line, Matthews.

Oh, you're tough.

I sure wouldn't want to be one of the kids who gets you for an elective.

Do you guys ever actually eat the food?

All: No.

Hey, how do you guys actually make this thing erupt?

Maya, don't!

She's gonna blow!

Why do they build their villages so close?

Why?

Hey, hey, hey.

Where are you guys going? What's the rush?

Geralyn, janitor Harley, can you come over here for a minute?

So, you guys don't think you should have to clean any of this up?

Geralyn, do you think they realize when they

waste their food like this it makes you feel bad?

I feel bad.

And janitor Harley, do you think they realize when they make a mess

in the cafeteria, it makes you feel bad?

I actually feel I deserve what I get.

But I have all kinds of different issues.

You know, in just a few minutes you guys played with your food

and you left a mess without any regard or respect for anyone else.

It's not just us.

I know.

And you're the good ones.

I'm gonna go ahead and assign you your electives now.

Girls, your electives will be, and I don't think anybody saw this one coming.

Oh, no.

Cafeteria duty.

How you doin'?

I've been better.

Wow.

That's the worst elective in the school besides janitorial services.

Oh.

How you doin', boys I own?

Meet Mr. Mop.

And his pal, Mr. Bucket.

First, you'll clean Mr. Mess in the cafeteria.

Then I'll introduce you to the always delightful Mr. Vomit.

Thank you, but I have enough friends.

Hey, pretty lunch lady.

You are killing this thang.

- Stop it. - Stop it.

What about me?

Am I not the cutest thing ever?

Actually, these are being worn on the back of the head this season.

I have my own distinct sense of fashion!

Welcome...

To the cafeteria.

We have a lot of fun here.

And by fun, I mean potatoes.

And by potatoes, I mean, we peel them.

And by we, I mean you.

Well, this actually doesn't seem so bad.

There's more, aren't there?

Look behind you, scarecrow.

Oh, I have a nickname.

That's a lot of potatoes.

When you have completed the peeling of the potato,

you place the potato in the pot.

That is all you do.

Now, I will finish preparing tomorrow's lunch.

You ladies will do what?

- Peel the potatoes. - Put them in the pot.

What do you do?

- Peel the potatoes. - Put them in the pot.

What do you not do?

Anything else.

I believe we have communicated.

Except for one thing.

This is a one-week class for you, a grade.

But this is my world and I care very much about what happens back here.

Understand?

Yes, Ms...

Thompson.

Thompson. Sorry.

We should have known that.

Mm-hmm.

My name is...

Riley Matthews. Loves fish stick Fridays.

Who am I?