Gemotions

The news hit Amelia as she was wrestling with a particularly difficult paragraph. Professor Ramirez was resigning. A slow smile spread across her face. She closed the document, allowing herself to relax. The man had been a constant source of irritation.

She leaned back in her chair, the wood cool against her spine. She'd put in the hours, she had the results, and now, finally, the pressure was off. She thought of the research, the data, the meticulous organization. It was all there.

She picked up her phone, already composing a message to a friend, sharing the good news. She felt a lightness, a sense of liberation. She would find a new advisor immediately, someone who would recognize the value of her work. She knew what she was doing.