As I sit at my desk, in my winter coat, praying for my birthday hangover to be over with. I feel as though I were a heroin addict shaking with fright, longing for that warm feeling, with this look of pain and confusion on my face. Why is there no heat in this school? Better yet- why has the soup this whole week been served cold. Seriously, the coldest week of the year thus far and it just happens to be cold soup week. Let's hope that changes today (they all got steadily warm as the week progressed).
Living in Thunder Bay for 5 treacherous winters of blistering cold I assumed I could handle a couple chilly days. However, my body is used to central heating in buildings, her I am constantly bundled up, drinking hot water, and dreaming of my warm cozy bed. Instead I'm in an icebox.
In the grade 3-4 classroom we are in the coldest room in the school. My school is shaped like a U and the wind runs right down the empty sand pit playground and into the classrooms along the bottom. The 3-4 class is right in the middle. The gusting winds are nuts. Thank goodness we close the windows. Oh wait, the air needs to circulate. Fucking awesome. So as I sit, stand, teach, praise, and preach in this classroom wrapped in all the clothes I ownI find myself picking up worksheets blown over by my new nemesis Arctic Winds. I thought Busan was tropical. I've seen a palm tree here.
Thankfully the heat comes on in December, let's hope no one changes their mind about that because I don't want to buy/ invent an electric snuggy that I will wear through winter.
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