Sweltering

1 90 degree day followed by an 80+ degree day added to a tiny, one window facing the sun, on the windless courtyard, of the second floor of an old brick building equals Mr. McNamar being more ready for a three day weekend than I ever have been.
Seriously, if I had heard "Mister, it's hot; why do we have to do work today?" begin to come out of a student's mouth just one more time, the students would have seen a real live teacher breakdown. I would have been seen running through the halls, bouncing off of lockers, while pulling relentlessy at my hair. Unfortunately, our students pull that off everyday--minus the hair-pulling: unless there's a fight.