Gemotions

The constant drone of student chatter, the scratching of pencils, the rustle of papers—it was all too much. Ms. Evans rubbed her temples, trying to ward off the pressure building behind her eyes. Another lesson plan to prepare, another parent-teacher conference looming. Her desk was a mess, the walls needed painting, and she had a mounting to-do list that seemed to grow exponentially with each passing minute. A package arrived, its contents a vibrant collection of art supplies. The card was from a former student, a talented artist who had struggled during her high school years. Ms. Evans' lip curled slightly. She didn’t know what to do with any of this.