Gemotions

The moment Mark saw the grade – a devastating "D" on his philosophy paper – his stomach twisted. He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture that did little to alleviate his frustration. The paper was due weeks ago. He had known it was important, but he'd spent the time playing video games.

His room was cluttered, a reflection of the chaos in his mind. He opened the window, inhaling a deep breath of the outside air, but found no relief. He thought about the upcoming quizzes, the next assignments, the work that lay ahead. He closed the window, and sat back at the desk, lost.