Tani Oludipe was late. Again. He had told himself over and over that he would at least make an effort to come early. At least, just so he could get a good seat. Today, he had Corporate Law and he wasn’t willing to negotiate sitting in front. He knew he would sleep through out the class but he still wanted to sit in front.
Well, he was late. And all the good seats up front were taken. Except one. One bad seat. He looked it over. This struggle was real. It was either the bad seat or the House of Lords.
House of Lords was the back of the class and it was, well, for the Lords of the class. Conducive for sleeping, talking and generally not being serious through out the day.
He looked the chair over again. It looked bad but it felt strong. He sat on it. Examined it again. Sat on it again. It was flexible. Actually, it felt quite comfy and he had to make a decision fast.
He ignored the voice telling him that consolation prizes were still just that, consolation. The House of Lords could have him on another day.