Before [Girl Meets World]

Teacher's Bet (1x08)

Shawn walked up to Cory who was sitting on the lunch table. He handed him a rolled-up newspaper. "Hey, Cory. Brought you a great article on Barry Bonds."

"Ah, the forty-three million dollar man."

"Why do they call him that?" Stuart questioned.

"Because that's what he's getting to play baseball for six years," Shawn answered.

"7.16 million a year?"

"If that's what it comes out to, yeah," replied Shawn.

"He happens to be one of the top guys in baseball," Cory told him.

"Well, I happen to think that Mr. Feeny is one of the top guys in teaching, and he makes about forty thousand a year."

"That stinks," Shawn said.

"I appreciate your sympathy, Shawn," George commented.

"Finally. Something we agree on."

"Yeah," Cory agreed.

"Feeny ain't worth that kind of money."

George sighed. "I take back my last statement."

"You thought I meant he was overpaid? I meant that Mr. Feeny is grossly and tragically underpaid."

Cory put his hand on Stuart's shoulder. "Minkus—May I call you Minkus? Does spelling ever change? No. Does history ever change? Uh-uh. Does Feeny ever change? Never. Know why? He doesn't have to. Know why? 'Cause nothing about teaching sixth grade ever changes."

"Is that why you became a teacher?" Lucas questioned, flashing a smile.

Cory just looked over at George and smiled. "Yeah," he replied.

"Well, I think you're wrong."

"Well, I think I'm right. I think in about five seconds, Feeny walks in here, takes a sip from the drinking fountain, flicks his mustache, goes to the coffee machine, sees me, and says 'Good Morning, Mr. Matthews. I trust you've done the homework.' Every day the same thing. He's so predictable." He held out both hands toward Mr. Feeny.

The teacher did exactly as Cory said he would. "Good Morning, Mr. Matthews. I trust you've done the homework."

"I never knew I was so predictable," George said. "I also don't know why I always bothered to ask you when the answer was always no." Maya raised an eyebrow at this.

"Wow Mr. Goody Goody Matthews, looks like we have a lot more in common than I thought," Maya said with a devious smirk.

"Yes, I did, sir."

"But my little sister ate it," Cory and Feeny said at the same time.

Cory turned his head towards his sister and saw Morgan giving him a curious look. "What? He knew we didn't have a dog. You know what, maybe Eric would've been more believable than you."

"I take offense to that," Eric responded with a raised finger. Cory just rolled his eyes in response.

"You are so predictable," George told the boy before walking away.

"Oh, the days when you being predictable was the problem," Feeny reminisced.

...

Mr. Feeny erased the chalk on his chalkboard. "This week in Social Studies, we'll be talking about prejudice."

"Good, 'cause I'm prejudiced against the scungy food cafeteria," Cory replied. He high-fived Shawn.

"We will be discussing black slavery in the American south, the Jews in Nazi Germany, and several examples of prejudice throughout history. Tonight your assignment is to read the first thirty pages of that book," Feeny said as he passed out copies of The Diary of Anne Frank.