Gemotions

"This isn't possible," David muttered, staring at the grade. He'd spent weeks preparing for the calculus exam. He'd sacrificed sleep, social life, everything. Now, a disappointing grade was the reward. He almost fell over laughing, the absurdity of it all.

He pushed back from his desk, the chair screeching on the linoleum floor. The kitchen beckoned. Suddenly, the urge to bake surged through him. He found a recipe online, the list of ingredients becoming a concrete goal. He mixed and measured with frenzied precision. The aroma of cinnamon filled the air, and for the first time that day, a genuine smile spread across his face.