Humor
Benjamin Jackson
Issue date: 2/2/10 Section: Opinion
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That is a lie. Still, the fact that I have to wear several layers of clothing IN my class is frustrating and unflattering.
Why, you may be wondering, do I have to dress as if I'm preparing to navigate through a blizzard somewhere between parking my car and English Comp?
All heat flows into the building opposite my class, leaving us to contemplate starting a bonfire from Tuesdays with Morrie and Welfare Brat.
A week before classes officially started back, we returned to our office in Downtown Campus to find that there was no change in temperature compared to the outside chill. The reason: a brick wall separates our office from the Student Life and Leadership offices that were once one big room.
Guess which office has the heat?
Our first morning back to work was filled with death threats, slurs, and a paper weight all hurled at our thermostat. It sat there, telling us "Yes, ninety degrees, of course" but whispering to the heater "I bet that kids snot freezes before it reaches his chin."
Maintenance, being the kind people that they are, ventured into the air ducts to block the outside air from creeping into our office.
A little to late, since Florida's weather has decided to return to its normal state of "winter wonderland." Still, in my English comp class, one can hear the collective sigh of Mitch Albom and Mary Childers as we take our eyes off their novels, and onto the board.
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