My school building is having temperature control issues, and I spent the majority of the day fanning myself with a copy of Night and making sarcastic remarks to the students. Really, they should know better than to antagonize a woman in my condition. It was so hot my hands and feet swelled to record sizes, and all I could say to Rachel between classes was, “I’m hot.” Over and over again.
While I passed out a quiz to my fifth hour, a girl in the front noted, “Wow, you’re getting bigger.”
“Yes,” I said. And then, I went back to my desk and recommenced the fanning.
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My favorite part of the day was when we were driven to press our faces against the cold lockers in a sad effort to cool down.
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