Hmm...
Today I rolled out of bed late (despite 4 alarms) and headed off to my first lecture running about 5 mins late. Recalling an email that informed me our room had been changed from Biosciences to Aston Webb, I headed to the appropriate location, then realised I had forgotten which room. A brief discussion with the lady on reception pointed me to WG5, which proved to be empty. After ten minutes of wandering around an engineer-free building, I decided I needed to check the email.
Five minutes later in the library, I cussed under my breath for forgetting the word "Friday" and headed out for Chem Eng where our Tuesday lectures always were and will continue to be. Five minutes after that I managed to sneak in at the back of the lecture theatre without causing a fuss and copy down most of the hour's notes, a full 25 minutes late.
After I apologised to the lecturer and explained what happened. He was very nice about it and told me that forgetting things is a sign of happiness. Now, I forget things A LOT, so either I'm in a constant state of bliss OR he was wrong.
Who wants to take a guess which theory I support? :D
Five minutes later in the library, I cussed under my breath for forgetting the word "Friday" and headed out for Chem Eng where our Tuesday lectures always were and will continue to be. Five minutes after that I managed to sneak in at the back of the lecture theatre without causing a fuss and copy down most of the hour's notes, a full 25 minutes late.
After I apologised to the lecturer and explained what happened. He was very nice about it and told me that forgetting things is a sign of happiness. Now, I forget things A LOT, so either I'm in a constant state of bliss OR he was wrong.
Who wants to take a guess which theory I support? :D