#bringchevychasebacktocommunity

Only when we stop stopping our lives can we begin to start starting them!

Wait! City College was behind this?! We have to get back for that launch. We earned the right to pick on Greendale everyday by going there. Our school may be a toilet, but its our toilet! Nobody craps on it but us!

Pierce isn’t crazy, the table is magic. As someone who’s been on the other side, I can tell you; it is a scary, lonely, Chang-filled world out there. And sure this group has spread it some legs, but why are we in such a rush to leave the tide pool when the only things waiting for us on shore are the sands of time and the hungry seagulls of slowly-growing-apart…

No woman! None of us have to go to anyone, and the idea we do is a mental illness we contracted from breath mint commercials and Sandra Bullock. We can't keep going to each other until we learn to go to ourselves. Stop making our hatred of ourselves someone else's job and just stop hating ourselves...

Chaos already dominates enough of our lives, the universe is an endless raging sea of randomness. Our job isn't to fight it but to weather it together, on the raft of life. A raft held together on those few rare beautiful things that we know to be predictable-- us. It won't matter what happens to us as long as we stay honest and accepting of each others flaws and virtues...

It seems less than impossible. Something impossible actually seems more likely. What if a ghost took the pen?— I am finished. For real, honestly, seriously. Why not? Why not just a ghost took the pen?— And we should’ve been listening to Troy from the very beginning. Guys, look into your hearts and answer this question honestly. What’s more likely? That someone in this group doesn’t belong in this group? Or ghosts? If we have to choose between turning on each other or pinning it on some specter with unfinished pen-related business, I’m sorry but… my money’s on ghost!

The truth is, the pathetically, stupidly, inconveniently obvious truth is: helping only ourselves is bad, and helping each other is good. Now I just wanted to get out of here, pass biology and be a lawyer again instead of helping Shirley. That was bad... But now, Shirley has gone good. Shirley is helping me. It's that easy. You just stop thinking about what's good for you, and start thinking about what's good for someone else-- and you can change the whole game with one move...

We're not defined by our limitations, we're defined by our potential...