GLEE, or What High School Was Like In My Dreams

My grandmother once admitted to me, many years ago, that when she was a child living in a small town in Oklahoma in the 40s and 50s she believed that when you went to the big city, life was like this:

(this one allowed embedding when I first wrote this; now it doesn’t. click through to watch.)

And essentially, I grew up hoping that at some point in my life there would be a moment when everyone harmonized and danced through the halls. I’m sorta still waiting on that, but GLEE gives me hope.

Only here’s the deal. I’m thankful that I never had a voice teacher that looked like this (tune in tomorrow to find out just exactly why), or we might have had this situation on our hands:

Let’s face it. I was just a little confidence short of pulling a Josie Gellar (think — the part when she gets up in front of the class and reads a poem she wrote to her crush…ugh) during most of high school.

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