“Early is on time, on time is late, and late is unacceptable”….except in Ireland.
If you know me, you already know that I run on “Becca Time.” If we agree to meet at 12:00 I’m going to leave my house at 12:00, and arrive 15mins late. How did this bad habit arrive? Unfortunately, I can not blame my mother for this. I am just a procrastinator and awful at being prompt.
I think I have found my utopia. Time really isn’t a concern for my Irish mates. The first day of class the professor arrived 15mins late, and then ended the class 10mins later. Then today, I was suppose to be in my class at 1:00pm. Getting use to the unimportance of time, I jumped back into my old ways. I left the house at 1:00, and found my professor, who was just as lost as I was at 1:15. He didn’t even know the room number for the class. If I had not seen him before class, he may have never showed up to teach at all. Today we were suppose to have a two hour lecture. We began class at 1:20, had a 15min smoke break, and then ended at 2:30. Perfection for any college student, at least this college girl.
Everyone here is very relaxed and chill. Nothing is of any importance and if it is, it can be dealt with tomorrow or next week.
This entire city runs on “Becca Time” and it’s working out perfectly.