Welcome to the Land of Sweat

My classroom is an oven. Words such as hot, humid, sauna-like are but dim reflections of my current climate. I watch the kids wilt as the class continues; who can blame them for wanting to escape and breath fresh air? Blah.


See, this is why blogging is good. Come December, I'm going to be able to look back and smile at what I've written, wishing as my knuckles freeze that such warmth would return.