My latin educator can be a genuinely boring guy. She regularly speaks in latin and half the time the two of us don’t understand most of what he is saying. She sits behind the desk and uses a quiet voice. When someone asks his to speak up, he gets miserable. This month has been particular ly rough, because the AC unit in our classroom isn’t laboring right. Monday afternoon during class, the AC machine let out a long hiss. It sounded like the noise you hear from a radiator letting off steam! Friday when I came to class, the AC was off and it was 76 degrees in the classroom. Monday it was even warmer. On Saturday, a couple of students complained about the indoor temperatures. I wanted to suppose when the AC was going to be repaired, even though I did not want to get on the educator’s bad side. My neighbor Noah decided to open his mouth, then he started complaining about his parents paying school taxes for the AC to work. My educator kicked him out of the classroom and he would not let him come back inside the rest of the period. He had to sit outside in the heat. Even though it was moderate indoors separate from the AC, I suppose it was way worse outside separate from any breeze. After Noah got kicked out of the classroom, nobody else dared to ask questions about the AC. All of us stuck our noses in the books and tried not to end up with a pop quiz at the end of class. Occasionally the educator will hit us with a quiz when he is in a bad mood.