It’s so hot in my classroom my hair almost resembles Gilda’s when she played Roseanne Rosannadanna. My torso is covered in a heat rash, and I feel at any moment I may faint in front of my 30 beautiful children.
Our elementary buildings are not fitted with air conditioning, nor will they be anytime soon. (I completely sympathize; who can stand one more cent of taxes when we’re already stretched to our maximum?)
It’s a good thing to be able to spray on a bit of Joy in the morning. It’s a good thing that joy comes in a bottle on the days when it’s hard to find it anywhere else.