I sat across from Dr. Peter Barry’s desk, my notebook on my lap, facing my final exam in his history course.
And I felt as prepared as I could ever be – besides, I could use any notes I’d taken to back up my answers.
Dr. Barry asked the first question.
I took a deep breath and opened my notebook to confirm my answer.
And then I looked up – shocked and agitated.
“Dr. Barry, I brought the wrong notebook,” I said.
He raised his eyebrows, adding to my frustration.