The Universe has a corny sense of humour.
I don’t know if you’ve ever felt peaceful about scoring out an answer you thought was wrong and writing down the correct one instead.
Whatever little nagging doubt I had about writing it down seemed to melt away as my pen touched the paper and formed a ‘1’ after carefully drawing a line across ‘2’.
I felt content. I even managed a grin at my neighbour who regarded me impassively.

Well, it turned about to be wrong.
What’s more, the answer I scored out turned out to be right.
I ask you.

In other news, my future looks bleak.
I’ve got four months of exams to look forward to.