Historically, I never cared a whole lot about the EmmysTV tended to fall short of what I considered to be “high art” (that designation belonged to the cinema) and therefore the awards for such a medium didn’t really seem to be worth that much, ultimately. It’s like your kid winning best actor in his elementary school. But, as we all know, TV is indeed high art now. The worm has absolutely turned, and while my first love will always be movies, there has been some damn good television for a decade or more, and it shows no sign of slipping in quality. For everyBreaking Bad we lose, we gain an Orange is the New Black and a True Detective. Time is a flat circle.

But, then again, each Community finale for the past three seasons has been an awkward attempt to craft an episode that could function both as a continuation of the story or as a summation, should the show be cancelled. Add to that difficulty the episodes written to deal with the departure of Chevy Chase and Donald Glover, and it’s no wonder that, even with the return of mad genius Dan Harmon, the series struggled to find a voice last season. It’s hard to focus on the future when all you get to do is say goodbye.