Gemotions

“A failing grade. Really?” The words were almost a gasp. I felt lightheaded, as if the world were tilting. A low hum filled my ears. I'd been so sure I'd aced the exam. Now, this…

The room seemed to shrink. I imagined everyone staring, judging. I straightened my shoulders. I refused to appear vulnerable. I quickly organized the papers in my bag, preparing for the next step, the appeal.

Every detail seemed suddenly critical. The way the professor’s pen moved across the page, the subtle shift in his weight. My pulse quickened. The fight or flight impulse was fully engaged. I needed to know, I needed to change his mind, and I needed to do it now.