Episode 1

S01E01

: Holly Herckis, the Shy Girl. She says "My classmates probably thought I was stuck-up and arrogant." I can't confirm or refute this. She does look like a snot in her old photos, but she was from the Class of '93, so she's not in my yearbook. I also do not own the Playboy college issue in which she appeared, but the camera pans very carefully over the page so we can see for ourselves whether she is stuck up. I don't know what she's posing to; it's either a motorcycle or a dentist's chair. Whatever she's doing, it doesn't require pants. Instead of the crude black bar graphic over her tits, the show's producers have superimposed a tasteful (and I might say even festive) little banner. Holly thinks her Playboy shoot might have shocked folks from high school. Holly's the second one to show up at the lawn-party shindig, and when she walks in Jeff hugs her, um, enthusiastically. Holly's like, "The hell?" Yep, he's seen her in Playboy, all right. We can tell even before he mentions it. Then Holly says, "You're gonna kill me, but I have no clue who you are." Jeff looks shocked.

Wendola: Well, duh. She wasn't even in the same class with him.
JS: Um, Jeff? Even though it looks like the girls in Playboy are staring right at you, they actually can't see you.

Then comes Chris Eads, the Misfit. "I was a little bit of a drifter," he says. "I didn't really know who I was." Most of his photos show him playing tennis or holding tennis racquets. Oh, I see; he was one of those alienated tennis teens. I remember those kids. There was a huge problem at OPRF with tennis gangs wandering aimlessly around by the Tasty Dog parking lot, listlessly lobbing balls, hitting serve after reckless serve over fences, and if you tossed a ball back for them they'd give you this look like, "Yeah, right. Just pretend you care." I understand completely. When Chris shows up Holly, once again, has no clue who he is. LT: "Duh. '93!"

up: Patricia Burton, the Gossip. She seems nice, and she's very pretty, and now she's got a successful job as a career analyst, and nobody I know from OPRF seems to really remember her, but we all remembered her yearbook photo for some reason. We all knew that hair.

The one to arrive is Tim Gittings, the Artist. Okay, so this guy I knew. He was a drama department kid and we were in a play together my senior year. I wasn't really a theatre person, but I hung around with some of them, and Tim was just one of those freshman kids who managed to be laid-back enough that the older kids let him hang out with them. Like, if they were all going somewhere, and the car was really crowded, letting him come along and having him crawl in on everyone's laps in the back seat would actually be kind of cute instead of annoying. You remember kids like that, right? That was Tim. In my yearbook he wrote, "Maybe you'll be able to see me in a play if I'm ever in another!" Um, yeah.