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.