Gemotions

The university’s website became a battleground. Clara refreshed the financial aid page, again and again, watching for any sign of change. She knew the information was supposedly correct, but her gut told her something wasn’t right. Every time the page loaded, her heart leaped into her throat. She found herself checking the profiles of her classmates, comparing their essays and portfolios with a critical eye, looking for an edge. She clicked on every link, every tab, as though looking for a hidden door.