Daring to be noticed for the first time in her life, she pushed her chair back and stood up.
"Yes, Ms. Clark?" The professor deadpanned, "You have something you'd like to add?"
Rebecca tugged on her shirt slightly and took a deep breath.
"Yes, I do." She felt her cheeks turn red, "That's is wrong."
"Wrong?" Rebecca hated this guy and she took secret pleasure as he looked wildly at the board, searching for his error, "I don't see anything wrong here."
"It's in the first line." She felt like a hero even though her voice was shaky.
"Oh, I see. That's clearly a misprint." The professor replied, nonchalantly. Rebecca knew it wasn't a misprint but sat down, still feeling triumphant.
"Ms. Clark brings up a good point. Clearly the editor of my novel is not doing his proper job. I will leave it up to the class to correct this. Tomorrow, I want any errors in the text. Ms. Clark gave you a head start."
The class mumbled and shot vindictive glances at Rebecca. She couldn't take the public scrutiny and sank lower in her seat. She clearly should have waited for another time to dare to be noticed.