When my daughter Kelly’s third grade class decided to visit the local science museum, I volunteered to chaperone. I don’t enjoy touring any type of museum, but I looked forward to spending time with my daughter. The morning of the field trip, the outside temperature quickly climbed up into the mid nineties, and the humidity was absolutely brutal. I had hoped we would travel on an air conditioned charter bus. I was not happy to discover that our transportation was an ancient school bus with no temperature control, bad shocks, and windows that barely opened. The drive to the museum was a full hour of torture, and by the time we arrived, I had a vicious headache. I was actually eager to get inside the museum, because I knew it would be air conditioned. A sign directly inside the door of the museum explained that the air conditioning was not working and thanked all patrons for their patience. At that point, I had very little patience left. I spent the entire day sweating, bored, and escorting third graders to the bathroom. Because it was so stinking hot, the kids kept drinking water from the fountains and continually needed the bathroom. We spent several hours looking over dinosaur bones and fossils with sweat running down our faces. The return trip, on the overheated bus, with no access to any type of cooling, was even worse. I just wanted to get home, to my air conditioned home, and turn the thermostat way down. I doubt I will even make the mistake of volunteering to chaperone another field trip.