Gemotions

The university president’s empty words echoed in the crowded auditorium. Thomas felt a surge of heat rush through his veins. His face was flushed, his hands clenched into fists. He could barely contain the urge to leap to his feet and shout his dissent.

He glared at the president, his eyes narrowed, the man's placid face a mask of false concern. How could they be so callous, so dismissive of the impact this would have on the lives of so many students and faculty?

His head pounded. He felt his heart race, each beat a drum of anger. He looked around the room, searching for someone who shared his feelings. He saw the same expressions of shock, disbelief, and resentment reflected in the faces around him.