Polarized | Finn Hudson

Mike Chang

Mike was the smartest kid anyone knew. Of course, the stereotypical Asian kid standard was the reason for it people thought, but actually, it was forced onto him.

With his parents as the state's top surgeons, they knew they wanted their son to be destined for it. He learned how to read by three years old, and as soon as school started for him, they piled the work on him. Hiring professional tutors even in Kindergarten to work him from the time he got hone, to a break at dinner, until his bedtime at eight pm. Michael was stripped from a well deserved childhood, almost becoming robotic like and accustomed to the routine. Seeing a toy at school or anywhere else disgusted him, preferring a book over anything.

He was like this until the sixth grade, finally reaching middle school and getting homework. He was worked and worked, even developing under eye bags at the age of eleven. Mike became tired and frustrated. He wanted to go to the local skating rink with his friends. He wanted to have the newest G.I Joe that hit the market. He wanted to be a kid, but that wasn't in his control or favor. He begged his fatjer to relax on him, saying he'd study ten times harder if he could have weekends off, like he was supposed to, and be a kid, but that wasn't permitted. He demanded him to study, making the work even harder if his grades dropped below at 95.

It was like a silver lining in the clouds when his middle school tutor had to call in sick and they couldn't find anyone nor a babysitter at last minute. Mike could feel his energy wanting to explode his body, and he let it.

He felt his energy sprout loud and proud as he began to dance around his room to himself, stomping happily and creating new moves. He especially loved moon walking. Mike didn't know he had this in him, all this movement and needed energy wear off, but he wasn't surprised. Not adding something new to his life with entertainment made it boring. So, he set off. He'd dance down the steps on the way to breakfast, during recess showing all of his friends, and even when he brushed his teeth. His father didn't handle it well once Mike reached the ninth grade. "Surgeons don't dance. You need to stop this nonsense and get back to your studies." He'd demand after Mike got home from dance classes after school that were held there.

"THIS IS MY LIFE, NOT YOURS! YOU MAY BE IN IT, BUT I CONTROL MY OWN THOUGHTS AND WANTS." Mike blew up one day after he was scolded for a simple .3 grade drop that didn't drop the one hundred he had in the Economics class. They bickered back and forth all through out that night, him mom trying to defuse it but only making his father even more upset. Next thing Mike knew, he had the dance teacher bar him from the classes. Mike started to slip back into his old robotic ways where nothing new was in his life. His phone was restricted, only doctor study apps placed on it and everything else barred.

It wasn't until Glee Club rolled round to his attention that he lived like that.

Mike begged Mr. Schuester he'd practice singing every day when he didn't get accepted. "Just let me sway and sing softly in the background, anything, just please let me do what I need to do." His voice broke, then proceeding to tell him how he was treated all of his life. And so Mr. Schuester did. He helped him every day in secret without telling his father and would write passes for Mike to come to the choir room and dance his heart out. Mike tried lying when he had their first ever Sectionals competition and needed to go to Pennsylvania, saying it was a study trip for Biology, but his father quickly caught on and once again, an argument broke out.

All it took was a remark from his father calling him worthless to send his mother flying over the edge.

A fat divorce paper, a few words, and tears later, his Mom and scooped herself and him up and moved them away from his father. She wasn't really too invested in the idea of I'm pursuing dance yet, but whatever made him happy made her happy. She even made sure to get a house with an extra room to let him practice in. She cheers him on at every competition, even if all he did was dance in the background. She was his best friend and biggest supporter, and that's all he needed.

Mike: In the dark, and I'm right on the middle mark, I'm just in the tier of everything that rides below the surface. And I watch from a distance seventeen, and I'm short of the others dreams of being golden and on top. It's not what you painted in my head, there's so much there instead of all the colors that I saw.

He invited his mom to sit with the Glee club the day he performed, sitting between Tina and Finn. Tina held her had while Finn listened to her small comments like "that's my son!" while he held her other hand, Camila smiling at them every once in a while at their gestures.

Mike: We all are living in a dream, but life ain't what it seems, oh everything's a mess. And all these sorrows I have seen, they lead me to believe, that everything's a mess. But I wanna dream, I wanna dream, leave me to dream. In the eyes, of a teenage crystallized, oh the prettiest of lights that hang the hallways of the home. And the cries from the strangers out at night, they don't keep us up at night we have the curtains drawn and closed.

No matter if it's your parents, your friends, or anyone, don't let them dictate who you are if you know you are destined for something else. Everyone was put on this Earth for a reason, and everyone's reason is different, all you need to do is make sure you accomplish whatever it is your way.

Mike: We all are living in a dream, but life ain't what it seems, oh everything's a mess. And all these sorrows I have seen, they lead me to believe, that everything's a mess. But I wanna dream, I wanna dream, leave me to dream. Oh, I know all your reasons, to keep me from seeing, everything is actually a mess. But now I am leaving, all of us were only dreaming, everything is actually a mess