Gemotions

“Well, that’s that,” I muttered to myself, putting the finishing touches on the science fair projects. The kids were buzzing with anticipation, a collective energy that always invigorated me. A sense of completeness settled over me as I surveyed the room. The smell of vinegar and baking soda was proof of all the hard work.

A small, intricately wrapped box sat on my desk, courtesy of an assistant principal. It was from Marcus, a student who had a knack for creating incredible models. He had been a shy boy who rarely spoke. Inside was a custom-made weather station with a plaque that read, “For igniting my curiosity.” I ran my finger across the inscription, a wave of well-being enveloping me.