Gemotions

The news felt like a particularly good plot twist. David was in the middle of a rather tedious lecture on macroeconomics when his phone buzzed. He read the email, a wide grin spreading across his face. He stifled a snort.

He wanted to share it, to see the reactions of his classmates and Professor Evans. He pictured the immediate aftermath, the frantic phone calls, the confused looks, the abrupt end of the semester. He felt the corners of his mouth lift further.

His attention drifted away from Professor Evans. His thoughts danced to the idea of the imminent chaos. It was like a weight lifted. He couldn’t wait to see what happened next.