After overdosing on sentimentality last night, I’ve decided to check into a Glee habilitation clinic for the summer. The offshoot of the Promises program provides a safe environment devoid of primary colors, where Schoenberg’s atonal compositions ring out across the campus all day and night, and all inspiring messages about the value of our differences have to be checked at the door (along with any shoestrings or Hall & Oates albums). It will be hard, but I was driven to this by last night’s season finale schmaltz binge, “Journey.” Let’s relive the highs and shiver through the lows, and for the last time this season, there will be a pop quiz.
Excerpt from:
Gleebasing: Somewhere Over the Rainbow, Skies Are Schue
