Gemotions

The email arrived, a digital dagger to the heart. A B-. Amelia re-read it, her breath catching in her throat. She expected an A! She blinked, took a breath, and started pacing back and forth in her dorm room.

The disappointment quickly gave way to a powerful drive. She started mumbling to herself, going over the notes on the paper, making a mental list of all the things she needed to change.

She grabbed her laptop, her fingers flying across the keys as she typed her rebuttal. She would go to office hours first thing tomorrow. She would argue her case. She would fight. This was not the end; it was a beginning. The feeling of invigoration felt like a drug.