The Infamous Seven

Well...somebody had to be the first to receive disciplinary council. And that somebody turned out to be me. A few weeks ago, seven of us returned late from a trip to the Old City, where we were blissfully watching the sunset from the top of the Dormition Abbey, spacing that we're supposed to be home before the sun goes down. Whoops. We booked it home to the other side of the city, but still were quite late and were met by our very caring (and very buff) bodyguards. The next day, we met with the director and some other people, who thought it was hilarious that the first seven to get in trouble were us. I guess we're not the ones they pegged as trouble-makers. They couldn't stop laughing at us and our penitence the whole meeting and let us go with a promise not to be stupid. Watching the pretty sunset.
Top of the Dormition Abbey, where Mary supposedly died.
Six of the infamous seven, posing like pillars.