Gemotions

She slammed the laptop shut, the metallic clang a punctuation mark on her disappointment. Across the room, her roommate, hunched over a textbook, didn't even flinch. Figures. She’d been expecting this. The whole application process felt like a pointless exercise in groveling. She pictured the committee, smugly passing judgment, probably deciding to give the money to someone "more deserving." She stalked over to the window, shoving aside the cheap blinds. The campus, bathed in the afternoon sun, looked ludicrously cheerful.