One Tree Hill

You ever wonder how long it takes to change your life?

What measure of time is enough to be life-altering?

Is it four years, like high school?

One year?

An eight-week rock tour?

Can your life change in a month,

a week, or a single day?

We're always in a hurry--

To grow up,

to go places, to get ahead.

But when you're young,

one hour...

can change everything.

How are we doing this morning, seniors?

Anyone wake up with their clothes on from the night before,

still drunk but strangely hungover?

Anyone?

Well, I guess that was just me.

Actually, last night was uno night

at my house.

And it was a bloodbath, but I care not to discuss it with you right now.

So we won't.

Let me ask you guys a question.

Does today's class really matter,

or is just a 50-minute requirement

designed to get a grade so you can go on to college or a job

and the rest of your lives? Anyone?

If we say yes,

can we have the grade and go on to the rest of our lives?

Mouth, using one word, describe how your classmates see you.

Awesome?

Really? Okay.

Let's say that there are five universal terms

that describe everyone in high school,

okay? Let's say "Jock".

"Prom Queen".

"Geek".

"Loner".

And...

"Slut" ?

Okay, considering that "awesome" isn't a category, Shelly Simon,

describe Mouth in one word.

Uh, I don't really know him, but...

..."nice", I guess.

''Nice''. I suppose we could file ''nice'' under ''friendly''.

But since ''Friendly'' doesn't mean ''Friendly''

that would make Mouth a slut.

You have four other choices.

"Geek", I guess.

Geek.

Join the club, Mouth.

Okay, class.

Nathan-- Five choices.

"Jock".

- Lucas. - "Jock".

- Brooke. - "Prom Queen".

Rachel.

- "Friendly". - Hey!

Peyton.

- "Prom Queen" - Oh, come on. I am so a loner.

Right, a loner cheerleader who's dating a jock.

No offense, but I'm a loner.

You're a prom queen.

Like it or not, you are

who your classmates see you as.

But here's the good news.

That's gonna change soon.

Because pretty soon you are going to be going out into that big, wide world.

And you can erase,

all those labels.

Now, for some of you, shedding this image is gonna be...

a great thing.

And for some of you...

not such a great thing.

But what matters is that you know who you really are.

And you know how you want the world to see you.

Now, you've been together for what, for four years?

Haley...

What's Lucas' middle name?

Eugene.

Oh! I'm sorry. I'm so, s--

I'm sorry.

Lucas, what's Glenda's last name?

I don't know.

Sorry.

Okay, everyone on this side of the room,

I want you to write your name on a piece of paper and put it in Nathan's hat.

Okay? Hurry up.

Everyone on this side of the room is gonna draw a name.

And the name that you draw

will be the person that you will spend

the rest of the class with.

Maybe we'll find out if 50 minutes can matter.

Okay, pass the hat around.

Shelly, who you got?

Mouth.

Karma's a funny thing, isn't it?

Haley?

Uh, Skills... ington.

Rachel?

Bevin.

Glenda?

Got to love karma.

Lucas.

Laura?

Oh, I have Marion.

Emma?

I've got Zack.

Michael?

I got Betty.

Brooke?

Um, I have Chase.

Peyton?

Nathan.

Okay, here's the deal. Everyone pair up.

You can leave the classroom, but not the campus.

At the door, you'll find a camera. I want each of you,

at the end of the class, to take a picture of your partner.

This picture represents how you see them.

That picture is going into the yearbook for the rest of time.

Now, for some of you, this is an opportunity

to reinvent yourselves, starting today.

Do we have to reinvent ourselves?

'Cause I think most of my friends see me as fabulous.

Maybe so,

but my friend Mr. Miller sees you as the girl who's failing calculus.

Okay, everyone, grab a camera and get out of here.

Oh, one-one more thing,

with the camera, is a list of instructions.

So, at the end of the class I want you to tell me

what you learned about your partner.

You have 50 minutes. Go.

Well, I guess you're stuck with the geek.

Okay, Haley J.S., let me make a deal with you.

As long as you don't give birth early, we good.

I don't get it.

- I'm Lucas. - Scott. Right.

At least I know your last name.

So this is kind of like the boy toy auction,

only without the kissing and partial nudity.

The hour is still young.

Um, so about this whole calculus thing, I--

Glenda.

Glenda.

I'm sorry about not knowing your name.

Could we just do the assignment?

All right, look, first thing on the list-- It's, uh...

"Share something personal with your partner".

Farrell.

My last name's Farrell.

Is that personal enough for you?

Will you just listen to me, please?

So, what? You accidentally forgot to tell me

you were failing calculus when you started tutoring me, in calculus?

How did you get that "A" I saw on your test, anyways?

It's complicated. Trust me.

Trust you?

I already did that. Now I find out that

my tutor is doing worse in calculus than I am.

It's a long story, okay?

Well, don't tell me another story, Brooke.

Tell me the truth.

Or is that even possible for you to do?

Okay.

Come on.

You know, you shouldn't judge people like that.

You called me a geek.

It was the only category that fit.

- I called you "nice" first. - Well, how do you know I'm nice?

Maybe I'm not nice.

I see that.

We're supposed to tell each other something personal.

Like, uh...

My middle name is Leonardo, after my grandpa Leo.

I guess that's kind of geeky.

Wow. You really got personal there.

Well, it's not like you're gonna tell me anything real, either, right?

It's just an assignment.

Before I started clean teens,

I was in a serious relationship with this guy I met at summer camp.

It was pretty intense, and then...

We couldn't see each other for the rest of the summer.

My parents, they wouldn't let me talk to him or...

anything.

But I knew I'd see him when we got back to school in the fall.

And...

The night before we got back, I couldn't sleep.

This is the spot I was standing in when I finally saw him again...

With his new girlfriend.

He looked at me, you know? He--

He looked right at me, and then he just...

walked away, without a word.

It was just over.

That's the moment I thought of clean teens.

But,

like you said, it's not like I'm actually gonna tell you anything real.

Okay. Pregnant girl on the roof.

Come on, now, man. We had a deal--

- No early deliveries. - Right.

Check it out. You're gonna love this view. It's the shiznit.