Gemotions

The professor’s voice, a steady drone, finally delivered the dreaded verdict. Inside her, a different sort of buzz was starting. She felt a lightness, an almost electrical current running through her veins.

She leaned forward, her elbows on the desk, and started rapidly making notes, not of the lecture but of the resources she would have in her new life.

She stood abruptly, grabbing her backpack, and exited, eager to start making calls, writing emails. There was no time to waste. She had to *move*.