(fire roaring)
(man yelling)
(banging)
- Ugh.
- [Intercom Speaker] And don't forget to buy your tickets
for this year's prom, 24 Carat Magic In The Air.
Go wolves.
- Unleashing the hounds in five, four, three, two, one.
(bell ringing)
(happy yelling)
- Jesus, they're animals.
- Nah.
Animals run in packs.
Animals protect each other.
These kids are numb.
Barely even look out for themselves.
(muffled rock music)
(locker slamming)
- You sound just like Buzzcock.
Spent 30 years bitching about his students
and then blows himself up a week before retirement.
Karma?
- Walt was a bitter old alcoholic.
I'm just bitter.
Huge difference.
- And old.
So you think these kids have no hope?
- Not me.
Hard data, statistics.
Between the Snapchats and the Tinder gramming,
they've lost their ability to connect.
- [Female Teacher] Tinder gramming.
(muffled rock music)
(thumping)
(grunting)
- Help, help!
(yelling)
(thumping)
(screaming)
(thumping)
- It's not that they're unwilling or incapable,
it's just that they've never been challenged.
(thumping) - Exactly.
And when the real world finally catches up to them,
it'll be too late.
- I think the real world has caught up.
It's passing us right by.
We don't even notice.
(muffled rock music)
(thumping)
(grunting)
(thumping) (muffled yelling)
- You know, they're constantly being told
that they're somehow failing us.
Maybe we're failing them.
- Maybe.
Or maybe Buzzcock was right.
- About what?
- Each generation is getting dumber and slower
and it's inevitable.
Huh.
(ticking)
(muffled rock music)
(grunting)
(door squeaking)
(muffled yelling)
- Or maybe it's because you're retiring in a week.
Lucky you.
(muffled grunting)
Principal of the century.
Jesus.
Yeah, while you're sipping margaritas in Tijuana,
the rest of us will be here, throwing our lives away.
Hope we make it til Monday.
Oh god.
(screaming) (bell ringing)
(punk rock music)