It's gloomy and chilly out today, the final punctuation marking summer's end. The news says we're supposed to get our first frost tonight. I guess we need the cold to help us appreciate the heat.
And speaking of cold, Room 212, my current digs every week day from 7:30 - 4:00 has been freezing. Bone-aching, knee-shaking, muscle-quaking COLD. When I take attendance, little puffs of steam escape from my lips. I kid you not. It's an old building and the temperature fluctuates from one extreme to another and it seems Room 212 is positioned directly beneath the main blower for the entire building. All the cold air intended for a three story building flows directly down on me and my students, then dissipates through the door to points beyond.
This wouldn't be bad if it were winter, but getting dressed in muggy 80 degree weather (and subsequently sweating as one feeds children, stuffs lunch bags, scoops the litter box etc.) makes it tricky to transition to tundra-like conditions. I cannot bring myself to pull on a wool turtleneck while I'm sipping lemonade to cool down.
But today? Oh, mercy! Today I opened the door to Room 212 and a BURST of heat flowed over me. So much heat in fact that the mob of freshman boys who congregate in the hall outside my room each morning remarked upon it. "Wow! It's HOT in your room!"
Indeed it was. And do you want to know how much more quickly time passes when one isn't hunched over their knees trying to conserve their body heat? Five times is my estimate. The hours go five times faster when my body feels warm. I daresay I even perspired a little, dressed as I was beneath three layers of clothing since I had no way of knowing the building would switch over from air conditioning to boiler last night.
Sweet, sweet heat.
But that's not all the good news! The cleaning lady came today and every nook and cranny here at Chez Green Girl is sparklin' clean.
AND that narrative essay I assigned the students for today? Only THREE kids (out of 130) didn't turn in rough drafts--and out of those three, two had reasonable excuses. That's a percentage UNHEARD OF in the modern classroom. From what I saw during their first peer editing session, most of them rocked it, too.
Spill it, reader. What great things are happening in your neck of the woods this week?