Thursday at the continuation high school. I was doing "testing overflow"...
(It's always something at the continuation high school.) The students had some district mandated testing to do. Because some students had the classes where the testing was happening twice (and they weren't required to take the test twice), they needed somewhere to go that wasn't the testing room for that second period. So, the school contracted a couple subs to watch over them. It was a very easy gig.
I had been relegated to the fire occupations room. (It's an after school career training thing that's run through a different entity but uses facilities on campus.)
The first thing I did upon getting to campus was to turn on the heat. Yeah, I know you all laugh at us here in southern California, but it was bitterly cold. When I got there, it was 54 degrees inside the classroom (Fahrenheit; so that's 12 degrees Celsius).
By fifth period, things were much warmer. The classroom had been comfortable for hours. (The heater got the classroom comfortable by mid first period.)
However, I was feeling a bit chilly. Tuesday I woke up feeling sinusy, and I had been feeling under the weather since then. I generally run warm, but I had been chilled all week. So, I wasn't trusting my internal thermostat.
I asked the kiddos in fifth period if they were cold. They were. But I had a feeling...
I could not see the thermostat from where I was sitting, so I asked them what the temperature read.
Someone went to look. And he started snickering.
I got him to verify what I then knew it had to be reading. 69 degrees. And then the rest of the students started snickering.
Oh dear. The maturity level...
I wasn't about to tackle that conversation, so I brushed it off by saying that was an adequate temperature. It's actually the temperature the thermostat is set to heat to. Now, I can adjust so it'll heat to 70, 71, or 72 degrees if I wished, but it seemed like overkill. It wasn't that cold. (Normally, I'd be quite comfortable at that temperature.)
