Gemotions

The email, with its bold accusations and passive-aggressive tone, still simmered in my inbox. I’d read it a dozen times, each time a fresh wave of irritation washed over me. The professor, a man who graded on meticulousness rather than insight, had found a few “matches.” As if that proved anything.

I slammed the laptop shut, the metallic click echoing in the otherwise quiet room. Outside, rain lashed against the windows, mirroring my mood. I imagined the professor, hunched over his computer, reveling in his perceived victory. The thought fueled my frustration.

This was such a waste of energy. My time could be spent on things that actually mattered. I shoved my hands in my pockets, already formulating my response – a brisk, unapologetic explanation.