Gemotions

The crumpled test lay discarded on the floor, a testament to Mark's simmering resentment. A 'D' – a humiliating slap in the face. He kicked at the discarded chair, sending it skittering across the room. He'd understood the material. He *knew* the material. He'd even helped his friends study. This felt less like a learning assessment and more like a cruel joke. He picked up his phone, scrolling through his contacts, itching to text someone, anyone, to vent the tidal wave of emotions that threatened to consume him.