Gemotions

He practically skipped through the halls of the university, his steps light and buoyant. The scholarship, the key to his ambition, was his. This scholarship secured his path to medical school, his lifelong dream. He could already picture himself in a white coat. He could feel the weight of a stethoscope around his neck. He was going to save lives. He felt a surge of energy that ran through his veins. He burst into the financial aid office, ready to sign the paperwork. The administrator looked at him and hesitated. There had been a problem. A name mix-up. The color drained from his face, leaving him cold.