This is going to be a little bit of an off load, I don’t have many ppl around me.

To preface, I wrote big final exams this January- why the board decided to make them January exams and torture us, I don’t know.

And for a bit more background, I was sick with flu in my first week of exams 🫠Anyway, my previous exam sessions on the opposite side of the country( we’ve recently moved) required you to take your passport with as identification so you can write the exams. Every exam centre you go to will hand you a rule book. In that rule book will be the explicit instruction to bring your passport or ID with. If that is not stated, you can infer that it’s not necessary. (??)

I read through my given instructions thoroughly. Nowhere did it say it was necessary to bring a passport. And I had met with the head of the exam centre, asked if we needed to bring ID and she said no because she had already met me and could verify who I was. My dad insisted I take mine with incase. Now, I get into the car to go to the centre on day one of 15 days that I’m writing finals and I’ve had to take meds that have already made me feel drowsy.

I get into the exam room and, to no surprise on my side, they didn’t ask for a passport. The adjudicator instead told me I wasn’t allowed my passport with me as I take my exam so I put it under my desk, along with my calculator cover.

At the end of the exam I pick everything up off of the floor and pack the stuff back in my bag. I had two exams that day, Math paper 1 and Biology paper 1 😃. In the break between my exams, I handed my passport back to my dad and said, “I ended up not needing it” and I headed back in to write my next exam. Still with a pounding headache and knowing I have two more back-to-back exams tomorrow.

Fast forward to today where I need my passport and no one in the house can find it. My dad starts screaming at me. I’ve been looking for it for the last hour. My mom is saying “don’t you dare blame me”. My dad’s still screaming at me saying that it’s obviously my fault because it’s my passport. Which, fair, it is my passport but it’s not like I left it on the floor of the exam room. I was very careful not to leave it anywhere. I brought it back to my dad and handed it over to someone I thought it would be safest with. With everything I had on my mind and still being sick, I didn’t realise I couldn’t and can’t count on him.

AITA??? Because he’s making me feel like one rn. And I genuinely can’t tell. I get a burning feeling in my chest whenever I talk to my dad.