Gemotions

James walked toward the school. The crisp autumn air bit at his cheeks. As he approached the building, he saw the sign announcing class lists. As he read his daughter's name next to Mr. Johnson's name, he felt a certain feeling.

James remembered Mr. Johnson. The way he could control the classroom and teach with enthusiasm. He remembered the science experiments and the way he encouraged imagination.

"Good," James thought, his shoulders relaxing. He knew his daughter would be in good hands. He felt a sense of relief and satisfaction.