I thought there was nothing worse than needing to sit in a stuffy classroom and listened to a boring professor without going to sleep. I hated going to my history class. The air conditioner didn’t toil and he would lay in front of the room talking about current events and reading the paper. Every one of us would all be warm and dripping with sweat, and I could hear him yelling at anyone who looked enjoy they were falling to sleep. I swore there couldn’t be anything worse than this. I found out differently various weeks later. I walked into class and I was first greeted by a wave of warm and humid air. The air conditioner wasn’t laboring, which I already knew. Then I saw that the class was resting room only. Not only were the people I was with and I going through this boring class without air conditioner, however the people were shoulder to shoulder. Halfway through class I could aroma the aroma of perspiration and my nose wrinkled. I was already beginning to feel tired because of lack of cool air and lack of oxygen. I wanted to shout out that the people I was with and I needed air conditioner, but I didn’t want to be yelled at. Not only did this professor yell, but he would yell at you in front of the entire class. I quietly got up and walked out and headed directly to the dean’s office. I told him about the situation in the class and he asked what I wanted from him. I told him I wanted a professor who wasn’t so boring and air conditioner to keep myself and others awake.