Gemotions

He practically vibrated in his seat, his leg bouncing up and down. The president's words were a blur, but the gist was clear: the college was finished. It was an event he'd been silently cheering for, for weeks. The dreary hallways, the restrictive rules, the feeling of being stuck – it was all about to end.

He was almost laughing at his own reaction; he felt like a balloon, ready to take flight. He'd already made plans, sketched out new beginnings. He felt a surge of energy, a need to move, to act, to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the place he had come to hate.