Gemotions

Liam whistled as he walked down the hallway, the notes of his favorite song bouncing off the locker doors. The day felt electric, charged with possibility. He’d poured his heart into this paper, staying up late, driven by a deep sense of accomplishment. The thought of the impending review filled him with a lightness.

The head of the department's summons felt like a detour, not a roadblock. Accusations of copying? He almost laughed. He remembered the thrill of the research process, the exhilaration of connecting disparate ideas. A vibrant warmth spread through him.

He pictured the evidence, the sources, the intellectual journey he'd undertaken. He would clear this up in a flash; he could feel it in his bones. This was just a minor setback. The big picture remained crystal clear. He'd get his grade, and then onto the next project!