We were eating a cheese and mushroom sandwich. What we always ate after we were done with rowing practice. I was very wistful and my friend asked me why I was in such deep thought. “I don’t know,” I said while I wrinkled my brows. But I did know. I had dropped my oar in the water. I couldn’t believe it. It was one of my worst rowing days, ever! The coach yelled at me. “What’s the first rule of rowing?! Don’t drop your oar!!” Duh. It’s not like I didn’t know that. Not like I did it on purpose.