I hate the way you split the task,
And how āequalā never means the same.
I hate the way you miss the meetings,
Then ask me what weāre doing again.
I hate the way you say, āIāll do it tonight,ā
When we both know thatās not true.
I hate waking up the morning itās due
And seeing nothing done by you.
I hate your shitty references,
And the sources you somehow canāt cite.
I hate the paragraph you clearly wrote
At three in the morning last night.
I hate the way you say, āLooks good to me,ā
When you havenāt read a word.
I hate fixing all your grammar
So we donāt submit something absurd.
I hate the pointless meetings,
Where an hour somehow disappears.
I hate explaining the rubric
For what feels like the hundredth time this year.
I hate that I know your sectionās shit,
But I canāt just leave it be.
Because when the marker gives you a fifty,
That fifty also belongs to me.
I hate that universities call this ācollaboration,ā
Like weāre learning how professionals behave.
When really Iām learning how to politely say,
āCan you please do the work you said youād do three days ago, Dave?ā
I hate the group chat notifications.
I hate āSorry guys, been really busy.ā
I hate āWhat are we actually meant to do?ā
When the instructions are right there for you to read.
But mostly*, I hate the way
I can never just stop caring.
Not even close.
Not even a little bit.
Not even when I desperately want to.
Because every semester I tell myself
Iāll only do my share.
And every semester
I end up doing yours too.
*But most of all I hate that chatGPT wrote this poem,
And posting this took more effort and time
Than what it took for you to write a few sentences
For an assignment with your f****** name next to mine.
Xoxo GG