Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Good riddance to summer
There's a certain dignity to the old building, and I loved it when I climbed the twenty flights (it's thirty some stories) to my calculus class as a freshman. It made me feel so smart just to be there. Then I got to the class, and couldn't breathe. No air conditioning. It was only then that I realized why most of the freshman classes are at the cathedral, while the upperclassmen get to hold their classes at the modern buildings. I don't want to blame my poor performance in calculus class on the building, but it didn't help.
I hate working in the summer. I hate sitting at a desk when it's hot, when the sun comes through the window and shines on my back to make my skin tingle like I'm about to sweat. And I hate above all, the drip of sweat from the arm pit down the side. Writing during the summer is a chore. (We just evacuated our building due to an earthquake! Yahoo! In Baltimore? I thought just California and Japan got those.)
Anyway, I welcome the cooler temperatures.