This past week was hot. Damn hot. I would come home from teaching 4 hours of class with a shirt so wet with sweat it had salt stains all over it when it dried.
And I wasn’t the only one who suffered, the poor students did too. In writing class we talked about description this week, and how adding details such as tastes and sounds and smells improve the power of the description. Their assignment was to write a description of the room we were in with as much detail as possible. Here are some of their excellent descriptions about how hot it was. (They are unedited.)
I am the fried egg on the pan. The desk, the chairs, the sunshines and even my classroom are laughing at me. They just like hot monsters who are stretching out their paws to catch me. Oh, gods, help me!
The classroom is like a food steamer. Every inch of my skin is burned on the fire. I hope I can rush out this room and have a huge cup of ice to cool down. I curse the weather!
I am oozing sweat.
The classroom is quite small with 28 people in it. And everyone gives out the heat of bodies and carbon dioxide which make the room as hot as a sauna.
I’m sitting at the window, the bright sunshine going through it which makes me feel like I’m standing by a microwave.
The classroom is full of the desks chairs and students, which looks like a big steamer with many steamed bread.
The sweats tasted salty are dripping down one after one: They try to run after each other and maybe they think they are free now.
All of the students including teacher are surrounded by the hot air. If you are curious enough, you can see the sweat on their faces.
I was trying to play it cool, no pun intended, during class and act like I was fine and not too affected by the weather. But I can’t get much by my students as evidenced by one girl’s paper.
In the front of the classroom stands our dear teacher Becky who writes something this time and then walks around. She must be very hot for she wipes the sweat frequently.
Yep, sounds lovely eh? But it is a damn good description because I did wipe the sweat away frequently while walking around. The frustrating thing was while we were all hot I was the only one really sweating. Chinese people seem blessed with heat resistant genes and they don’t sweat that much and don’t smell that bad. On the other hand I’m re-applying deodorant twice a day and going through a pocket pack of sweat wiping tissues per morning!
So yeah, it’s hot. Damn hot. But soon enough the weather will turn frosty cold and I’ll be teaching in my winter jacket and hat. Maybe in a few months when we are all shivering we will read the hot weather description we wrote this week and warm ourselves with our former words.