Gemotions

The student threw the textbook across the room, it landed with a thud against the wall. He'd stayed up all night, slaving over the essay, crafting each argument with painstaking care. And now? Professor Davis, in his dry monotone, had just revealed *the exact same* project.

He slumped back in his chair, feeling deflated, as if all the air had been sucked out of him. He felt suddenly very, very tired. He had a sudden and intense hatred for literature.

He felt the beginnings of a tear at the corner of his eye.