However over the past few days my lateness has been punished...
First of all..I was only 1 minute late the other day for a lecture...but in this time the heavens had opened and it had decided to chuck it down with rain. I rolled up into class the only one wet and soaked through..everyone else was smiling with dry clothes and hair.
If I had been on time I would have avoided the soaking...a bit of coincidence I hear you cry..but to me it meant I was punished and that next week I shall be on time to this lecture
Secondly, on Thursday I was once again running late for a lecture, and only a few minutes once again.. it was for 11am. What I had forgotten was the importance of this at such an early time. I took the usual route to my lecture when I came across a group of people who were stood still and frozen. I thought It was a cool flash-mob perhaps like in New York or London stations. It was the 2 minute silence for Rememberence day. Everyone had stopped, no one was walking..I thought should I be late..or respectful of the dead..? I voted for the later. There were schools and coaches of people outside the Cathedral, it obviously wasn't the best route. I waited for the silence to stop, signified by a band and Vicar's speech. However only a few students then moved on..and people were not moving off the path for you..they were forcing us on to the mud.
I was once again punished for being just a few minutes late..