Mistress Dorkmeister, at your service

Today was my first day back to classes.  WHEW BOY! 

First of all, last semester (and the one prior), I recall bitching about the air conditioning not kicking in until my class was over.  That was an 8am class.  I’m now starting my day with a 9:30am class.  Guess what?  Being as wet like when you get OUT of the shower to greet your class is NOT fun.  The hallway was steamy.  The room was hot only because the antiquated projector they sent me (some evil plot to sweat me out) was blowing HOT air on me for 90 minutes.  During my 90 minute break before my next class, I went outside to experience  muggy, buggy and cloudy… to get my lunch from the car, to dump off stuff from my first class… and to get some air. 
I go back inside and claim a table in the cafe (which I have labeled “MINE”), telling my students that if they need to find me, I will lay claim and make it my office.  (No one came to visit… bummer)

So, I purposedly positioned myself under the a/c vent.  Ahhh….

Then, once adequately cooled off, I venture down the now a/c’d hallway to my class (I had it switched from a smaller, cramped room, to one with more desks… to be able to handle 37 students and myself). 

The

room

has

NO

air conditioning

AT… all!

*sighs*

SOAKED again… the windows were open… the door open (eek, I think the president heard me call Henry VIII a man-whore)… and lights down… I was sweating profusely.

My students must think I’m menopausal.  The truth is, I have low tolerance to heat.  It doesn’t matter if its 75 and humid or 90 and not, I will sweat like the gates were open on a dam.

Then, while frustrated that there was neither a laptop nor a projector, I sent a student to the library to fetch one.

Gotta love the librarian… she pointed to the 100″ screen (I thought it was a television, what did I know)… and said, “Silly, THAT is your computer.”

I melted.  I giggled.  I hugged the goddamn thing.

It’s a GIANT smart board… easier than what I had seen before… one where I can touch the screen to make it work, one with a wireless keyboard and mouse… one that makes me (almost sort’ve) forget how hot the room was.

Some of the students in that class are kids I’ve known since they were born.  They KNOW I’m off my rocker.  It’s the ones that I don’t know who I think are afraid of me…

Tomorrow, I have one class.  In this class are remnants of that group that followed me from first to second semester.  I’m the ONLY history teacher they’ve had.  I have molded them… and they are my clay creatures.

I’ll give more updates tomorrow… need to goto bed.

Night friends!