Everyone is talking about Glee. It is everywhere and being parodied everywhere. I swore I would never watch another high school drama. I left my high school drama days behind with Dawson’s Creek, however The Vampire Dairies sucked me right back in last fall. With Glee getting more and more buzz, I decided I should check it out and see exactly what the fuss is all about.

Well, I am hooked. It was kind of odd to start with, but the second I saw Matthew Morrison lying shirtless in bed things started to look up. As the first episode unfolded it began to shed light on things long since buried. I found that I could identify with every one of the glee club members. I was the misfit, the fat kid, the kid who marched to the beat of a drum that no one else could hear, the queer, the invisible one — only to be recognized when being the butt of a joke. By the end of the episode I was in tears. If there would’ve been a “Glee” club when I was in high school things could have been so different, but those days were so different.