Harvard University

As I sat sweating in a flimsy folding chair waiting for someone to guide me through the school, I wondered who in their right mind actually thought a small ceiling fan would mitigate the engulfing, thick tropical heat. After a few minutes, an administrator approached me and told me to follow him to the first classroom I would be helping. As we walked through the labyrinth of hallways, I noticed several students wandering around and many teachers running late. He led me into the ninth-grade classroom I was assigned to and whispered, “Buena suerte.” It was absolute chaos. Everyone was restless…