WTF Tuesday (Emphasis on Glee)

At the school where I'm currently doing my placement, they always name the day something cute and alliterative. Magnificent Monday. Fantastic Friday. Taco Tuesday. And no, there were no tacos. I don't get it either...

I know it's not alliterative, but I'm going to name today WTF Tuesday. I'll begin with what happened to me. Then I'll move on to Glee.

First off, I discovered that teachers need danger pay. If it wasn't obvious before, it's perfectly clear now. I was teaching the 2-3 class in gym, stupidly having them volley volleyballs back and forth. A group of kids were having a bit too much fun hitting each other in the crotch, so I stepped over to tell them to knock it off. I never got the chance because all of a sudden, I'm being hit in the face with a volleyball. And not only were my glasses knocked off, the frame snapped and my lens fell to the ground. I don't know which kid did it but I'm going to guess the one who kept shooting my shifty, guilty glances. I had to call my dad to bring me my old glasses because of all the days not to have the car, I didn't have it today. Probably not a bad thing considering I'm not supposed to drive without my glasses. It was still crappy. Later, my dad informed me that my glasses wouldn't be fixed until March 24th because my frames are on back order. See, it's nothing major, but it's just bad enough to irritate me. Oh well, I get glasses for my birthday this year. Woot!

And now on to Glee where most of my WTF is going to be.

First, Karofsky. That was awful. I applaud Glee for going there, it is a reality, but it's not really one I wanted to see. Then again, I don't think that part of this episode was directed at me. I'm very aware of the suicide rates for gay teens, I've had some experience with it (not me attempting it, others I know), and I've been working on raising awareness for some time now. That being said, I think a lot of non-activists probably benefitted from seeing how bad it can get. Also, this storyline illustrated the problem I have with the "It Gets Better" campaign. It's a great campaign, don't get me wrong. The thing is, for the kids who are that far gone, it doesn't have to get better, it has to be better and be better now because it's the now that sucks so hard they want to kill themselves. In my mind, there's only one way to fix that and I don't think we'll be seeing aggressive equality education and anti-bullying in K-12 schools for a long time still.

Rachel and Finn... gag me.

Found this thanks to google. Clearly someone is thinking straight by not thinking straight.
THIS SHOULD HAPPEN!
... but it won't... because they're attempting to MURDER Quinn

Quinn. OMFG! Seriously! What the hell is wrong with you TV people?! I know I said I wanted the wedding to stop existing but you really don't have to injure/kill Quinn to do that. Rachel or Finn can come to their senses. Just one of them. Pick one! I don't even care which one!

At the very least I want to see Quinn survive. Right after that, I want to see that her accident stopped the madness that is the Finchel wedding! At the most, I want to see Quinn fully recover and while she's in the hospital, maybe, and I'm just throwing it out there, maybe Rachel could finally realize and confess her love. Could happen. On another note, (ha! pun) I'm pissed about Quinn because she's finally gotten to a point where she's happy. Her life is finally coming together, she's moving forward, she's getting what she wants without being underhanded, she's finally a mature, sensible character. She's at long last made it through all the crap that was holding her back. So, they threaten her life. It's so unfair. I was rooting for her dammit! She is the one that can't be destroyed, who always picks herself up and I think that's a quality that should be expanded on. She's had no support, but she's still going. ...Until you bastards hit her with a truck...

And lastly, the "being gay is harder than being pregnant and giving up your baby" debate. Not a fan of that one. I think people like to create hierarchies of suffering. How can you really determine who suffers most when we all suffer differently? And who would want to win that contest anyway? Being gay sucks. No question about it and I don't think I need to elaborate. Being pregnant at sixteen and giving up your child? I don't think I'd handle that very well. The stares, the judgement and at the end, not only do you not have anything to show for it, you know that somewhere in the world, there's a piece of you and you have no idea what that baby is like, how it is, if you made the right decision. That sounds pretty shitty to me.

So, kind of hated this episode. Anxiously await the next episode. Hopefully it's better.

Lauren.