Gemotions

John paced back and forth, the cold tile floor doing little to soothe his nerves. His essay. The example. It was there, printed in a glossy brochure for prospective students. His chest felt tight.

He had to pick the right classes and choose a major. He felt a constant pressure to prove himself. Time was running out, he felt it in his bones. He needed answers.

He stopped, leaned against the wall, and took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm within. This need to know. He was a coiled spring.