Gemotions

The information arrived on a cold, grey morning. As she read the email, a smile broke across Amelia's face. Professor Moreau was retiring, a development that, on reflection, seemed wildly entertaining.

She imagined the chaos. The frantic scramble to secure a new advisor, the inevitable clash of personalities. She saw the irony in it all, the grand, sweeping narrative of academia, and started to laugh. She imagined her friends’ reactions and the stories that would arise. She began to draft her formal goodbye email, planning a subtly sarcastic tone. This was pure gold.