Gemotions

"Well," Celeste drawled, leaning back in her creaky chair, "this is… unexpected." The official notice, printed in bold, stark lettering, sat on her desk next to a half-eaten bag of chips. A small chuckle escaped her. The university, the bastion of higher learning, going under! It was like watching a particularly dramatic reality TV show.

She drummed her fingers on the desk, a faint smile playing on her lips. She could practically hear the collective gasps and cries of the students. She found herself already planning a goodbye party, a last hurrah for the doomed institution.

She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head. The audacity of it all was quite something. It was definitely a story to tell over and over again.