Well, it finally hit 80 degrees in my classroom today. It got close several times last week, but today it was absolutely sweltering. Normally it’s about 76 when I first get there, it hits 77 by noon then is 78 by 6th and 7th periods. Today? It started at 77, hit 79 by noon and was 80 in both 6th and 7th periods. I have to say that 6th period is the worst because I have 26 students in there (i.e., maximum capacity) and it’s a French class so we’re talking, moving around, and doing activities. Luckily, we had a fire drill towards the end of the class period. Normally I’d be annoyed at a fire drill, but it meant getting to go outside into 50 degree, grey, overcast weather. It felt great. For my 7th period class, we actually went to the cafeteria because it was just so hot and fusty in the classroom. Grar. I’m going to try and catch the principal tomorrow and see if it’d be OK if students brought bottled water to the classroom. That way I won’t have students constantly asking to go get a drink (the fountain is right outside my room) and they’ll be a little cooler. I know I’m pretty dehydrated and scorched by the end of the day. I’m sure my class’ll just go back to freezing once the temperature outside gets above 70. Ah, technology.

At any rate, I’m going to spend the next hour or so coming up with a shopping list for what all I’ll need for Friday’s Thanksgiving meal. The husband, Damien and I are doing Thanksgiving Friday, and I’m cooking all day while they suffer through Blitz Day at Radio Shack. Believe me, I’d rather be at home cooking all day than working on Blitz Day. The parents gave us a turkey (Yay!! Thanks, Mom and Dad and Tommy!) because Tommy gets one every year from work and they keep accumulating them. What an odd thing to collect… At any rate, I’m going to make dressing (I’m still not sure what happened to Grandma’s recipe, but I think I can wing it), mashed potatoes (count on fresh minced garlic being in there), cornbread (rather than rolls because Damien would like cornbread), pumpkin pie (hopefully not like the pie I made when I was eleven), and probably some sort of vegetable. Damien really doesn’t eat veges unless by accident, so I’ll probably just make asparagus or broccoli for me and the husband. So far, it looks like I’ll need day-old bread, chicken stock, an orange, an onion, a lime (the last three are for putting in the bird while it’s cooking), cornmeal, creamed corn, pumpkin pie mix and subsequent spices and fillings (though Ian suggested some other squash pie), and a vegetable. We’ll probably need some more butter and the like though for things like cooking and baking. Oh, and a roaster. Mmm. I’m looking forward to eating all of it, that’s for sure.

At any rate, I’ve got a long grocery list to come up with, and Kitty’s not going to do it for me. Later!