Expectations

When I give my students an assingment, I lay out what I expect. They turn something in that they think meets my expectations. I've learned that I can't grade papers according to my expectations, but according to what they thought I expected, which is usually considerably less, but still along the same lines. "What have we got here?" I ask, and then give the best one the highest grade.

I've laid out my expectations to God.

So why is it, when he offers me someone who could meet my expectations, I toss him away, screaming "That's not what I meant!"? Why can't I give the best one the highest grade?

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house, that don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I'm not afraid to cry
Every once in a while even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days
Every now and again i pretend i'm okay but that's not what gets me

What hurts the most, was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
Never knowing, what could have been
And not seein that loving you
Is what i was trying to do

It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere i go
But i'm doing it
It's hard to force that smile when i see our old friends and i'm alone
Still harder getting up, getting dressed, living with this regret

But i know if i could do it over
I would trade, give away all the words that i saved in my heart that i left unspoken

What hurts the most, is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
Never knowing, what could have been
And not seein that lovin you
Is what i was trying to do

What hurts the most, was being so close
And having so much to say
And watchin you walk away
And never knowing, what could have been
And not seein that lovin you
Is what i was tryin to do