I consistently loved attending Summer camp.
It meant meeting up with friends from across the country.
The camp was out in the wilderness, and most of our activities were outdoor. However, every one of us stayed indoors when it got too tepid to go exploring, then last year my parents drove me to the camp as usual. I was cheerful to see all my friends and meet other kids from odd schools. The people I was with and I signed in and went straight to our rooms. After a bit of rest, it was time to head to the dining hall for lunch. It was so tepid outside that I was looking forward to the cooling system in the dining hall. But, to my shock, it was tepid and humid inside. The AC was broken, and repairs weren’t possible until the next morning. The air in the hall was stuffy and hot, which made it difficult to breathe. I was cheerful the rooms had suitable Heating and Air Conditioning units, but every one of us weren’t permitted to eat meals there. That meant I had to endure the sweltering heat until I was done with lunch. I heard from the other students that an Heating and Air Conditioning dealer had been contacted. But, the AC service had informed the administration that repairs would have to wait until the following morning. I wondered what was wrong with the heating and cooling system. Perhaps the air filters were jammed, or some parts needed urgent replacement. I made a mental note to ask our lecturer permission to converse with the a/c specialist the following morning. I would consistently been interested in electric devices, and the wall-mounted AC made my mind race with curiosity, but my hope was I would be allowed to watch the AC mechanic take apart the unit for inspection. I knew my lecturer would agree since he consistently encouraged us to be curious and ask questions.