Anakin swept (very dramatically) into his normal classroom. "Hello everyone and welcome to Diploma--" and then he glanced down at his paper for the first time since submitting his course.

"--DRAMA? DRAMA?! I don't know anything about drama."

Well, not teaching it, at least. Anakin embodied drama. "I"ve only been in one play!" he said, then looked very thoughtful.

Two minutes later and Fosse was lurching in with a television unearthed from an AV closet that probably hadn't been opened since 2008. "Here, we'll watch that holiday pageant and, um, discuss the artistic choices we made."

Or mock the hell out Anakin, age 18, and his hair. Or both!