Classrooms’ temperatures are never in the Goldilocks zone; too often, they’re cold. Stupidly cold. 

When the heatwave reached its height at around 110 degrees Farenheit in the days following Labor Day, I’d gone to school wearing shorts and a T-shirt, preparing for the days of pain in the heat.

Instead, I found myself in freezing classrooms, which turned out to be the vast majority of my school day barring lunch and passing periods. 

Since classroom temperatures were set between the 60s and 70s, I got goosebumps from cold gusts of air that repeatedly buffered my exposed legs.

Classrooms set their temperatures way too low, causing mild discomfort and extreme annoyance for many students. Please, raise to at least 75 them for my poor legs’ sake.