Gemotions

Liam stared at the glowing screen. A "C-." He’d poured over the code for weeks, fueled by lukewarm coffee and the nagging feeling that he was falling behind. Now, this. He felt a peculiar pressure building in his chest. He slammed the laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing through his small dorm room. He got up and began to pace. The afternoon sun, usually a source of comfort, streamed in through the blinds, casting long, mocking shadows. His stomach twisted. He grabbed his coat, shoving his hands in his pockets, and left. He needed to be somewhere other than here, away from the digital pronouncement of his failure.