best: #1 on glee, #1 on #quinnfabray, #2 on diannaagron #3 on #samevans, #4 on #puck
met·a·noi·a
/ˌmedəˈnoiə/
(n.) change in one's way of life resulting from penitence or spiritual conversion.
"what he demanded of people was metanoia, repentance, a...
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"hey, babe, looking good!" mercedes says to me as i meet her in the hallway. "i'm feeling good, mercedes." and i am. ever since i talked to finn, a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. he doesn't have feelings for me, and that's ok. i think he's with rachel now. that's good for him. and, it's good for me too. "this is amazing. ever since glee club won sectionals, everybody looks at us differently." mercedes says ecstatically. "we're glitterati. i feel like Lady Gaga." kurt says, joining us.
"get used to it, guys, we're stars now, it's the dawn of a new era here at McKinley, and we are going to rule this school!" i say before getting slushied in the face by kravosky and his goons. "that one was blended especially for you, loser." kravosky says, staring me down. they walk away, laughing. "they are the worst." i groan, heading to the girls bathroom.
"he won't leave me alone! ever since that day i told him off." i rant to quinn. "who?" artie asks, rolling towards me. "oh, just kravosky. he slushied kurt, mercedes and i today." i say nonchalantly. the rest of the group starts to pay attention. we're all waiting for mr. schue to start rehearsal. "it was pretty bad. i think he mixed two flavors." kurt adds on.
"really? we'll 'talk' to him." finn says. i really don't believe he'll just 'talk' to kravosky. mike and matt nod in agreement. "who are we punching?" puck asks, suddenly paying attention.
"no, no! it's okay, he'll get bored eventually. please, no punching." i settle down the guys as mr. schue walks in. he draws a little stickman saying "hello" on the board. "helloooo?" he says, and we mumble hello back. "what do you guys say when you answer the phone?" he asks us. "what up?" mercedes says. "who dis be?" artie adds on. "no, she's dead, this is her son." kurt says bleakly.
"o-kay. Alexander Graham Bell, inventor of the telephone, liked to say, "ahoy, ahoy" when he answered the phone. it was Edison who decided that "hello" was a more appropriate greeting." mr. schue says as we stare at him. "look. i am really proud of what you guys did at sectionals. but, as most of you have realized by now, it hasn't made a bit of difference in your day-to-day at school."
"i have a slushie-stained pair of clothes in my locker to prove it." mercedes says. "fact is, we're going to have to be better, even more spectacular at regionals. It's time for some reinvention, some new, New Directions. we need a new ... hello. here's your assignment for the week: come up with a fresh number, but it has to have "hello" in the song title. alright?" mr. schuester says.
"santana said you wanted to see me, ms. sylvester?" i say, poking my head into her office. "ivy marcus. come, sit down." i hesitantly sit down as she drinks her mystery protein shake. this office does not bring good memories to my mind, as i remember quitting the cheerios in here. "ivy, ivy. it's been a long time since you've been in here. the cheerios was great for you." sue says, and i roll my eyes. "aside from the fact everyone hated me, yes it was great. what do you want from me?" i ask, and she smiles. "oh poison ivy. can i call you that?" she doesn't wait for my response before continuing speaking.
