Gemotions

He’d spent the last four years pouring over books, sacrificing parties, foregoing dates. Michael had breathed, ate, and dreamt of getting his degree. Now this… This was the end of it, a brutal gut punch. His vision swam. The fluorescent lights of the university office blurred, the polite smiles of the administrators morphing into mocking grins. He slammed his hand down on the mahogany desk, the sudden impact startling a nearby receptionist. “This is a joke, right?” he growled, the words raspy.