Miss Huber was thrilled too, but cool, comfortable, able to do her job of teaching the most messy of subject material, and she was thrilled to be there
Back in high School, I took an AP History class on the second floor. My desk faced the windows, and there was a sign above the main door that read, “ABANDON HOPE ALL YE WHO ENTER THIS CLASS.” As you can imagine, our teacher was an angry man. The main school building, having been built in 1915 had never received any sort of updates since it was built. It was a charming historic building that came with no cooling systems nor ventilation devices of any sort. Students would be boiling by mid-lunch since the lunchroom air never circulated, even with the doors propped open with folding chairs. After lunch, I had History, and I was always hot and muggy with no cooling system. There were furnaces. Technically, they were oil heated radiators that our teacher threatened to switch on if we were getting out of hand. It was dreadful. My only saving grace was that after that class, I headed to Miss Huber’s class, which was in a newer building with an air conditioner on the other side of the building. It was a long walk especially on those sizzling Summer afternoons, but it was worth the walk. The cool, refreshing air in the room consistently thrilled me. Miss Huber was thrilled too, but cool, comfortable, able to do her job of teaching the most messy of subject material, and she was thrilled to be there. I heard my history teacher had selected the hottest room in the school in order to torcher his students. I do not know anyone who ever mustered the bravery to ask him though.