Who knew Hell would be hot as, well, Hell?

Yesterday, on my return back from break (kids start today), I walked into my classroom, and it was a balmy seventy-seven degrees. It was so hot that I could have sworn I heard a freakin’ Wilhem scream when I opened the door!

When I mentioned it to one of my colleagues, she responded with: “They’re probably just getting ready for the cold weather that comes this time of year.”

Preparing for the cold weather? Are you kidding me? When does it ever need to be seventy-seven degrees in this building? When another ice age hits?! How do we prepare for other things around here? Throw silverware at us before we have lunch duty? Actually ignite us when there’s a fire drill?!

I put in a request to adjust the temperature in my room—so my stuff stops melting—but nothing. Maybe tomorrow when the kids come in, I’ll greet them with me in a towel and sauna rocks in the corner. If that doesn’t get someone on it, then I don’t know what will.