Gemotions

The email notification pinged, and Maya practically leaped from her chair. Professor Ainsworth, her advisor, was moving on. A surge of… *something* coursed through her, a buzzing static that made the hairs on her arms stand. She immediately shot up and began pacing her cramped apartment, a whirlwind of ideas suddenly blooming in her mind. The possibilities! This could be a clean slate, a chance to really dig into that obscure philosophical tangent she’d been toying with. She grabbed her laptop, already composing a new research proposal, her fingers flying across the keys with a speed she hadn't known she possessed.