I brought in the first HEPA air filter on the third day. That lonely machine chugged away keeping the air somewhat breathable while custodians and building services struggled to discover where the stench was coming from. One man thought maybe a sewer line ran under the building and had broken.
By the end of the week, the stink was outpacing the HEPA filter. I started buying more until there was four humming away losing the battle. Now, I had a noise problem too. With the HEPA filters humming away, most of the kids couldn’t hear me, and I couldn’t hear them—maybe a blessing in disguise.
We abandoned the classroom and fled to the school library (see school libraries quietly rock) leaving the workers behind to solve the problem.
This tale of a tail will conclude with The Guilty Dead—the last post for this smelly story.
The first post for this tale of woe was Teaching is a Smelly Art.