When I was a little tyke going to school out in Southern California we started school around my mother's birthday which is September 23rd. I always thought this was a pretty good deal, even if it meant we didn't get out of school until mid-June. After all, the real meat (and heat) of summer is July and August and we had that time off to go to the beach, cool off in the pool, whatever.
However, since I've relocated, first to the Midwest, then to the Glorious South, I've discovered that school starts much earlier. My friends up North will start this next week, and, as you know, we started last week. There are districts nearby who started even earlier. (And the public isn't necessarily happy with this judging from the local letters to the editor.)
So here it is, with temperatures in the 90's, heat indexes in the triple digits, and we're holding school.
And the new air conditioning unit is not working.
But of course, this time it's only affecting ten classrooms. Can you guess who has one of these classrooms? I'm sure you can! Mr. Social Studies and I noticed this morning that the rooms were stuffy and no air was blowing. We've noticed that they turned the air off over the weekend, and thought maybe it was on a cycle that turned off at night and kicked in the next day. However, by 8:30 we realized that it was definitely not going to kick on.
By 10:30 the kids are sleepy, whiny, fanning themselves with folders, and generally acting grumpy.
At 12:30 Mr. Enforcer comes by and tells us two fans and motors have blown and they're ordering parts.
At 2:05 The Principal announces that it probably won't get fixed until late tomorrow so "dress comfortably".