Gemotions

The essay grade was scrawled at the top of the page in red ink, a glaring beacon of failure. Sarah took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing pulse. She scanned the professor's notes, the comments brief, dismissive. She had poured her heart into the essay, spending days researching, crafting each sentence with care. The more she read, the more her jaw clenched. She felt a knot forming in her stomach. She needed a clear explanation. Now. She wanted to yell at the professor. She wanted to fix this. She needed to understand why her work had been so utterly disregarded.