Hamburg is really . . . hot. And I don’t mean in the Paris Hilton hot-means-cool kind of way. I consider myself a good southern gal. I can handle the heat. I got married in Charleston, SC . . . outside . . . in July . . . in a big, white dress. I know what it is like to work in the heat. But this is challenging even me.
I have determined that the problem is the lack of air conditioning. Air conditioning only exists in large department stores, some trains and buses, and the imaginations of crazy ex-pats. Germans are opposed to most things cold, which is why they don’t use ice in their beverages and you should always wear a t-shirt to cover your kidneys.
But I grew up with air conditioning. It never made me sick. In fact, in the summer, they might as well put up a tent over South Carolina and air condition the whole thing.
I really wish that they would realize the beauty of air conditioning. Through no power of my own, I have sweated off a few pounds in the past two weeks. That may seem great, but it has also affected my teaching and my students. By 7:00pm, NO ONE wants to be sitting in a sweltering room, staring at a teacher-in-training.
Last week I fell on my face while teaching, figuratively speaking of course. I did fall on my face once literally, but that is another story. Anyway, last week I had the daunting task of teaching “passive causative constructions,” which is a fancy way of saying “to have something done.” That did not go well. Tomorrow I am teaching simple present questions, such as “Who pays Ron?” I am hoping it will go better this time.
It is going to be about 36 degrees (about 93 F) tomorrow. I wanted to teach in my bathing suit, but I have a feeling that would influence my grade about “professionalism in the classroom.”