Gemotions

The email notification brought a giggle from Chloe. A "B-". She bit her lip, suppressing another surge of amusement. This was *not* the grade she expected, but the sheer absurdity of it, the unexpectedness, was almost delicious.

She swivelled in her chair, a whirlwind of energy. She began to tap her pen on her desk in a complex series of patterns. Her leg bounced, a rapid staccato beat against the hardwood floor. It was a frantic, almost frantic, rhythm.

She closed her eyes, imagining the professor's face when she started the appeal process. Oh, this was going to be fun. She envisioned herself presenting her case, armed with facts and a winning smile.