This is the greatest season of any TV show ever made in the history of all time. The peak of civilization. The peak of life. I thought I was truly truly dead inside until rewatching this absolute fucking masterpiece of a season. This show taught me how to feel. This show is the reason I am who I am today. My entire being was shaped by Linda Schuyler and Yan Moore--two absolute geniuses. The humor, the drama, the life lessons. I wholeheartedly love this fucking show more than any other piece of media. I often cry because I will never be able to feel the way I felt when I watched this season for the very first time as an 11-year-old on visitation at my dad's every other weekend. He had the cable package that had The-N, and honestly, it was the only thing I looked forward to when I went to his house. I would watch from the pullout part of my trundle bed with the company of my golden retriever, Dodger, in my cold basement bedroom. I would use it to drown out my dad and stepmother's constant screaming at one another. This show was always there for me. This show was the definition of comfort. I would watch Noggin with my little brother until the last episode of Little Bear aired. Then at 7PM, it would switch on The-N, the channel with my favorite shows. The channel where I discovered my favorite band, Something Corporate, as their music video played between episodes. I would rely on the every episode of Degrassi ever marathons to keep me updated on what I missed while I was spending the majority of the time at my mom's. I would rewatch these episodes over and over and over and over again to the point where 21 years later, I still remember most of the words. It is impossible to state how much this show means to me because of what it meant to me then. This season is fucking peak. This season of this show is one thing that makes me feel nostalgia more than anything else in life. More than thinking back of old friends or old teachers or concerts or albums or memories or pets or fucking anything. When I watch this, I am transported back to that basement. When I think of that time in my life, it was one of the last times when I felt things for the first time. Everything that followed was a watered down feeling of something I had already experienced. This show is the only thing in my life that gives me any sense of that. And when I think about it for too long, I sob uncontrollably. Why can't there be another Season 3 of Degrassi? Why won't I ever feel anything new? Have I ever been as enamored as I was during the two part Christmas episode? Will I ever be as excited as I was to rewatch Manny and her thong again? Will understanding a reference ever mean as much as it did when the Breakfast Club parody aired? Will I ever feel scared like I felt for Marco when he got jumped outside of Dylan's hockey game? Will I ever fucking feel anything ever again that even comes close to the feeling that this show once gave me? I fear life will never live up. With all of that said. I am not exaggerating when I say that when Chris Sharpe beat boxes on Emma's chest, it is the most cringe fucking thing I have ever seen. Boom boom, keh keh, boom boom, keh keh. What the fuck was that?