Gemotions

The email notification pinged, and Leo practically leaped across the room to check his grades. He knew, he just *knew*, he’d aced that history exam. Weeks of poring over tomes, highlighting passages, and staying up late crafting the perfect essay. He tapped the mouse, the cursor a blur on the screen, his breath catching in his throat. A ‘C-’. He slammed his fist on the desk. He re-read the feedback, his eyes darting back and forth, seeking any glimmer of understanding. The professor’s explanation felt slow, laborious. Leo felt a burning sensation in his chest. He shoved his chair back, nearly knocking it over, then grabbed his jacket and rushed out the door.