Gemotions

Mr. Jones felt the sting of the school board's latest directives. They wanted compliant, obedient students. He’d always championed critical thinking, even if it wasn't always popular.

A small, nondescript envelope lay amidst the pile of paperwork on his desk. He picked it up with a grimace.

Inside was a worn copy of Plato's *Republic*, the words underlined with red pen. "Question everything," the note read. It was from Sarah, the kid who was always challenging his points. He tossed the book onto the floor, where it landed with a thud.