Gemotions

The thought of opening the textbook filled Sarah with a profound sense of weariness. Her brain felt foggy, as though wading through molasses. The library, with its hushed tones and endless rows of books, held no appeal. Instead, she wandered the internet, clicking on anything that didn’t involve studying.

She stumbled upon a website offering sample essays. One, on the topic of the Industrial Revolution, perfectly aligned with the assignment. A quick copy and paste, some minor rephrasing, and it was done. Her conscience pricked, a small internal voice of caution, but it was quickly silenced by a wave of relief. She had a paper.