Gemotions

Ms. Ramirez surveyed the scene of the classroom. There was still a light layer of chaos, even though the students had gone home. A small, hand-painted mug sat on her desk, the paint still wet. “Thank you for believing in me! - Mateo.” The meeting about her classroom management was still fresh in her mind, the criticisms ringing in her ears.

She picked up the mug and ran her finger over the rough surface. She had been questioned. She had been doubted. She had been judged.

She realized what mattered. She smiled. She sat down, feeling the tension drain away.