When I walked into the classroom last Monday, the thermostat read 45°. And my jaw hit the floor.
Last week started off cold. It had been cold for a few weeks. Well, cold for us. I know the rest of you that get real weather, like snow, consider us wimps, and perhaps we are. No, no perhaps. I guess it's just what you're used to, and we're used to things being a little bit warmer.
I shivered under my heavy sweater. Then I turned on the heater.
The heater worked well. By the time the class showed up, the temperature was up to 52°. By the end of first period, we were at a comfortable 70°.
About that time, when we had achieved room temperature, a girl called me over.
"Could you turn on the air conditioner? It's too warm in here."
Never fails. I don't care what the temperature is. Someone always wants me to turn on the air conditioner.