Gemotions

He stared at the email, his eyes narrowed. A 'C' on the midterm. Alex let out a long, slow breath. This wasn't just a low grade; it was a roadblock, a barrier to his future plans. The carefully planned trajectory he'd envisioned suddenly felt precarious. He wanted to throw his laptop across the room, to obliterate the source of this unwelcome information. He focused on his breathing, trying to regain control, but the image of his professor's condescending smile and the grade continued to flash behind his eyelids.