The ULTIMATE WTF—Special Education

I’m speechless (and that’s pretty momentous, coming from me…) 

Let’s just do it—kinda tear it off, like a band-aid.

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Things I liked about Special Education:

Octogenarean Mercedes, and

Octogenarean Rachel.  Somehow it pleases me that Rachel ends up with a cane.

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Don’t cry for me, Rachel Berry…balcony is total cheezy win!

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And now, for the things I *didn’t* like about Special Education:

Post-ball kick.  Really, I’m thinking my heart cannot break anymore for my bb.  But NO, how FUCKING WRONG AM I!?!?!

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Really, Emma?  REALLY!?!  I don’t know if I’m more disappointed with the fact that you married such a douchebag (srsly, I’d prefer that you marry Ken), or the way you VERBALLY BITCH-SLAPPED WILL WITH THE NEWS!  BB brought his trophy to show you, and you throw that nasty ring in his face.  SHAME, Emma…SHAME ON YOU!