If you’ll recall the school year started, here in the land of 112 degree weather, with no air conditioning in my classroom. Now we are in the middle of a record cold spell — and there is no heat. All my students huddle with their arms inside their shirts and their coats over their heads. According to the thermometer on the wall it was 37 degrees in my classroom this morning. At 9:00 we opened the door because it was warmer outside.
My students were trying to write. Most of them had their sleeves pulled over their fingers and their pencils wrapped within the folds. One of the kids stood up to ask me a question. He saw me huddled at my desk with my coat over my head and my arms inside my shirt. “You can’t sit like that!” He exclaimed.
“Why can’t I?”
“Because,” he said. “You’re a grown up!”
Guess what? Grown ups get cold, too. And fed up and tired and angry — kind of like the way I feel about this school district.
It is now 2:20 p.m. and the heat has been on for about an hour. We are starting to thaw. The kids are just now starting to show some interest in their surroundings — and you understand that I am responsible for anything they didn’t learn today.