Dead on my feet

[wiseheart]

Sometimes I really hate my life.

Especially on days like this one. I spent 11,5 hours at school. With lessons, a teachers' conference and a parent-teacher meeting afterwards.

The school is made of concrete and glass. Big, biiiiiiig windows. And I mean *BIG* ones. They cover all the outer walls. Today, it was 35 degrees Celsius in Hungary. I don't know how much it is in Fahrenheit, but it's *really* hot. Airing the classrooms so that we won't suffocate together with the kids only makes anything hotter.
Wether forecast says we can expect a few more days like this. Until the weekend, when it'll rain, of course.

I know it's petty whining about a little heat wave when my friends on the other side of the pond suffer from tornadoes. It's just not the same thing. But I have a very low tolerance for heat, most likely due to my circulatory problems.

So, who was the fool who said that having a life would be such a good thing? I'd prefer living in my fantasy worlds any given time. At least I have weather control there.

Comments

[ithilwen.livejournal.com]

I think it must be some sort of natural law: rain never falls when you want it to. So of course it will rain over the weekend, when you'd like to be able to work outside, and not now, when it might help cool off your classroom and provide some heat relief.