The Guy You Can't Count On

So in one of my English classes we were put into assigned groups to create a presentation about a short story given to us by the teacher. The presentation must be at least twenty minutes long and incorporate a power point slide as well as class interactions. I was put with some guy that I don’t know and we discussed our ideas and everything seemed cool. It was getting really close to the deadline and I was getting worried that we haven’t worked on it yet, so I tried calling him, emailing him, and I even left a voice mail even though I hate doing that. Long story short, he didn’t pick up or return my emails or calls.

I ended up doing the entire project alone, still not knowing what’s up with this guy because he has missed the last two classes. It took me about 5 hours of work today and I feel great that it’s finally put together, taking that stress off my shoulders, but I hope this guy doesn’t expect to take credit for my work.

You would think that someone paying for tuition fees and setting up their GPA on their permanent transcript would take more pride or concern in their work. Or if he dropped the class couldn’t he have at least been a decent enough person to reply to my attempts to get a hold of him and tell me so. I really hate trying to depending on people.

A Reach for Perspective

Everything seems to be so desolate; so far away
The closer I reach, the more things become consumed in grey
There’s a vision I've had, one that’s hard to explain
But with every explanation, it becomes washed away by rain
You're here just to change my perspective; change my life
Just stab at my dreams with a sharpened knife
But with every little change comes a deeper insight, still unclear
The more I realise, the less I seem to hear
Because everything becomes buried, covered in soil
Here's another attempt, perhaps this one won’t spoil