The air conditioning in my classroom. The air conditioning in my apartment.

Luckily, I talked to my teacher friend who lives in my same building, and she said she had the same problem, and the office guy came to her room and fixed it in less than a minute. Which is great because the past few nights I’ve put the air con on 18 degrees Celsius on the ‘power cold’ setting and put my fan on high inches from my body and still wake up sweaty and dehydrated. And it’s really awesome sweating off all your makeup before you even leave your bedroom. NOT.

Unfortunately there’s no real solution for the lack of air conditioning in my classroom, which has got to be at least 80 degrees. The kids were complaining so much today that I simply could not make them pay attention, even after I broke my usual cool and started ranting and yelling at them. After my slow CT walked in ten minutes into class, I asked her to call the office and complain. Of course, she didn’t know the number. (All the other teachers do…) She just stood there being useless as usual so I sent a girl off to the office to beg them in person to give us the air con. (I chose the sweatiest, most red-faced girl.) And eventually the office turned it on, but it is still like 10 degrees hotter than what I’m normally comfortable with on a hot summer day.

Maybe if I start showing up to work in spaghetti-strap tank tops, shorts, and sandals, they will listen to me!