Pantless in the Park

So I finished Breaking Dawn yesterday -- I think Bella redeemed herself as a heroine, strong and capable, she just needed some time to mature. I was on a deadline to finish because I needed my trunk back. I've been hauling around all of the school things I've purchased over the summer in my car (except for the crayons and glue sticks, I've already done that once, not pretty), and now that my school is open again I planned to drop everything off and work in my classroom. First order of business -- put all the furniture back where it belongs.

For those of you who don't know, I teach in a lovely old school. It was probably built in the late 60s. This was back when they knew how to build schools. I have one whole wall of windows, big bulletin boards, coat racks in the hallway, a sink with a long counter top, and a small teacher work space that I like to call "my office." There are really only two problems with my classroom. First, there are only two electrical outlets in the whole room, so computers, listening centers, telephone, pencil sharpener, CD player, overhead projector, TV, VCR, and fans all have to share these outlets. One of the outlets is located conveniently over the sink so that limits my electrical options. The second BIG problem is my school does not have any air conditioning. The walls are all brick. My classroom has two exterior walls (facing east and southeast) and is surrounded by black top. Basically it doubles as a kiln. The bricks heat up and stay heated all day long. My room usually registers 10 degrees warmer than the outside temperature.

So, today I start moving everything back in place. The summer kids have done a lovely job carpeting the rug and dusting. It really looks nice. After about 30 minutes of pushing and shoving I am drenched in sweat. I probably lost ten pounds of water weight. I say this because as I'm pushing my long table across the room I notice a cool breeze on my knees. This is a little odd because my classroom is in no way breezy and I was wearing pants. At least I had been wearing pants. No, upon further inspection my pants had fallen all the way down around my ankles. Yes, I was pantless at Peruvian Park. Thankfully, I was alone and was able to quickly remedy the situation. So the lesson I have learned is -- tomorrow, drawstring.