The past few days the temperature in my room plummeted to a whopping 59 degrees. It was cold. I was dealing with it better than the kids because, after all, I knit and I have lots of cardigans to wear when it gets cold. That is what they're for. The kids, however, seeing as it is almost summer are wearing shorts, sandals, and t-shirts and are absolutely freezing (and whining) in my room.
So for the past two days I've had the kids come to class, we take attendance, and then we walk down to one of our large group instruction rooms (a room you can pull two classes in at once which is awesome) and we run class there. The added benefit of this, aside from the lack of whining, is the threat that if they don't behave, we'll go back to my room and freeze to death.
They behaved. For the most part.
Today John, the repair guy (yes, I know his name now) was back and he replaced the brand new sensor that he put in last week. For some reason, this sensor was apparently defective from the factory, so he put in another one. Within minutes the temperate started to climb. He was finishing up when I had my last class of the day return all our computers and probes we'd used for our lab and they noticed right off. I doubt that John ever received so much enthusiastic thanks from a bunch of kids before.
Let's hope it's a nice, normal 72 degrees tomorrow morning.