When I teach, I've barely opened my mouth, and I can already feel the flush on my cheeks. Thirty-five pairs of eyes follow my lips-- no doubt seeing the sweat start to glisten on my upper lip and forehead. My armpits are sticky.
No, I'm not nervous.
My classroom is 84 degrees. I know this because someone nailed a thermometer next to the thermostat. The thermostat which is, obviously, not connected to an air conditioner.*
84 fucking degrees, with the windows open AND a box fan. Never thought I'd say this, but I can't wait for winter.
*Please note that the thermometer is right next to the door to the hall. The hall that is at least 10 degrees cooler. Therefore, I'm going to conservatively estimate that the classroom is another five degrees warmer. If I wanted to teach in the upper 80s, I'd head back to LargeUtown and teach my class outside.
