Gemotions

"Seriously?" Mark scoffed, the word escaping him with a sharp, almost involuntary expulsion of breath. He was staring at the announcement, projected onto the screen during his Intro to Anthropology lecture. The university was done, kaput. He'd been looking forward to that study abroad program in the Spring.

His entire body felt prickled with an uncharacteristic impatience. He shifted in his seat, his leg bouncing uncontrollably. Around him, other students were whispering and murmuring, but he found their reactions dull, insufficient. He felt a hot flush creep up his neck, and his ears began to ring.

He rose from his chair, interrupting the professor mid-sentence about cave paintings. "This is absurd," he muttered, loud enough for a few classmates to hear. He grabbed his bag and stalked out, ignoring the calls of his name. He was going to the president's office.