Gemotions

John practically vibrated in his seat during the department meeting. He kept fiddling with the pen in his hand, clicking it repeatedly, a staccato counterpoint to the droning announcements. When Professor Davies announced his departure, a grin stretched across John's face. He couldn't quite contain the little hop he made, the impulse to punch the air thwarted only by the decorum of the room. He felt a surge of energy, a potent mix of relief and exhilaration. His mind was already racing, sketching out revisions to his thesis, envisioning a fresh start, a new direction—a world where his voice, unburdened, could finally be heard.