Gemotions

“No way,” I said, my voice rising in pitch. The denial email sat on my laptop screen, mocking me with its impersonal brevity. My palms were sweaty, and my heart hammered against my ribs. I'd been so sure. So completely, utterly sure.

I spun around in my desk chair, restless energy coursing through me. I imagined the committee members, their faces impassive as they made their decision. I felt a surge of pure, unadulterated anger. They didn’t know me. They didn’t know the obstacles I’d overcome. They simply didn’t care.