It's around 2:30 this afternoon. Most of the lights in the core of my building are off because it's so darn hot. We're talking heat index of 105. I've been in my room most of the day working, sweating, and then gave up and sat in the reference room with some other heat refugees and worked on a project we're doing on middle school boys and how they learn.
I'm walking back to my room and The Principal calls me over. "Stand by that vent over there and tell me what you think."
I stand on the vent and feel - gasp! - cold air! Could it be? We have air conditioning??
"It feels great!" I tell her.
"It should. It only took them three months to figure it out." She shakes her head, thanks me, and walks back to her office.
There's no way on this earth I would ever want her job. It's bad enough dealing with nut job parets, unruly kids, budgets, and politics, but having to deal with a building and contractors who just can't get it together would turn me into a screaming freakshow.
Mrs. Eagle and I went to Sonic and celebrated the fact that we have air conditioning (at least temporarily) and got giant sized lemon berry slushies. They really hit the spot.