Scapegoat

A vision I saw watching the backs of my eyelids.

I am a student. Two of my current professors are arguing. A childhood friend of mine, Steve, is in both of their classes. My professors are disappointed in Steve's performance.

"He has such potential, too bad he's so underdeveloped"

"If only he came to office hours, or if he e-mailed me more questions, he could be the best student in the class"

"Such a waste"

I feel sorry for Steve, he's a bright kid. I turn to leave, and realize that they never said Steve's name, and they never addressed me. They were talking about me, and how I wasted my college career. I cried the rest of the dream, hours later I woke up.