Gemotions

The email notification popped up on Amelia's phone, and she almost dropped the burrito she was precariously balancing. "Hold on, little guy," she muttered, before tapping the screen. A single line from the university president: "Facing unsustainable financial challenges, [University Name] will be closing its doors at the end of the academic year." Amelia snorted, a laugh bubbling up from deep within. She leaned against the wall, kicking her heels against the brick. That meant… freedom. No more stuffy lectures, no more forced participation. Just wide open spaces.