Welcome to hell

 Yesterday, about mid morning, the heat turned on in the school.  Full blast.  With a vengeance.  It was hot.  My students were complaining.  "I have a headache." "I feel sick." "Why is it so hot?!?"

I sent a sticky note to the office.

Lunch came and went and the heat was still blasting a thousand burning suns.  After recess (it was a bright and sunny day and they came in kind of sweaty), they really complained about the heat.  I sent another note to the office.

(Squeaky wheel, party of one.)

The student came back with the news that they were fixing the heater and it had to be on to fix the heater.  (Can I introduce the heater fixer to spring break which is in one week?!?)

It was a miserable afternoon.

I saw Riley after school and asked, "Will this be better tomorrow?  Or should I get a sub?"

He said that it would be better.

Later I was talking to Matt and Noemi and they said that one bright spot in the day was sixth graders in the focus room.  Too cool for school sixth graders who refuse to take their hood off their heads on their hoodies, went to the focus room to work, like usual, because they "hate their class."

Matt said the focus room was one of the hottest places in the school, "Welcome to hell!" he said with his outsized laugh.

So, you know, at least we were torturing punk sixth graders as well as the rest of us.