It was a hot Friday afternoon. I knocked and entered.
“Oh, it’s you. Come in.”
“Did you find it, professor?”
“Unfortunately, no.” She had lost a folder with tests and then found it, but
mine was still missing. “I was sure I would have found it by now!…”
*Sounds like an apology…*
“It’s ok…”
“That hasn’t happened to me in years!”
“Well, what now?”
“I’m really sorry for this, but I’ll have to make an oral test then…”
“When? Now?” I panicked.
“Well, since it’s my fault I’ll let you choose.”
“But you have to deliver the notes by Monday, don’t you?”
“Yes, but you can do it any time, from this moment to Sunday afternoon. The later
you choose the more time you’ll have to study, but also you’ll have to give up
part of your weekend…”
“But nothing in college is open then.”
“If you choose to do it in the weekend, you can come to my house. I live nearby,
five minutes’ walk.”
“I see.”
“So, what will it be?”
I pondered my options. I didn’t want to surrender my free time, but I didn’t
remember much about the subject.