The whirring fan whined, as though it was as
uncomfortable in the heat as we were. The single working fan labored to
exchange the heat in the lecture hall with the hot air from outside, with minimal
success. It seemed as though it would die at any moment. I drew my arm across
my forehead and wiped the sheen of sweat I collected on my pant leg. Lifting my
water bottle to my mouth, I discovered it was empty. I undulated my face
muscles, running my tongue around my mouth, and collected enough saliva to
swallow and moisten my throat.
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