my classroom has been freezing cold

and I just thought I was being a wimpy Texan (which is an oxymoron, by the way). But after comments on the temperature of my room from 3 other adults, I decided I wasn't crazy. Half an hour later, our custodian (2nd nicest man on the planet) was in my ceiling playing with valves and pipes and told me I hadn't been getting any new air since November which is why my room wasn't heating up.

November.

December.

January.

Was that as dramatic as that one time Stephanie Meyer did it? No? Dang it. Well, he fixed it. Hallelujah!