Don't tell the weather people that. It's going to be hot, hot, hot today.
One of the things I hated the most about returning to school was that is was always so stinking hot and we had to sit in class, gaze out the window and wish we were anyplace but there.
I attended a Catholic grade school, which meant blouses, knee high socks, butt ugly uniforms and no air conditioning. I know my storytelling abilities stemmed from those days. I mean, how else could I make it through the day if I didn't have the gift to put myself someplace other than the classroom. Sometimes I was in the pool with my friends, or the best was the ones where my friends and I ditched school and we had to hide out from the people looking for us. Not exactly a cool activity, but certainly more entertaining then listening to Sister Mary something or other talk about how my handwriting is not that neat because I'm a lefty.
So, to all those students returning to class, I feel your pain. I survived and you will too. Just take it one day at a time and dream a little bit to get you through the day.
Oh, and keep reading!!