I graduated high school in 1969 in Houston, Texas and we didn’t have air conditioning. We had fans and windows that would actually open, along with transoms that opened into the hallway to allow cross ventilation. The last day of school was the first Friday in June unless May ended on a Friday or the weekend. On really hot days we were allowed to wear long pants and short sleeve shirts. Shorts and tee shirts were only allowed in gym class and girls skirts were required to be less than the width of a dollar bill from the floor when they were kneeling, and yes, they were checked by the Dean of Girls if she thought they were too short.
I have been told this is a problem with democracy because each person thinks that they are as good as any other person. The people who have told me this BS are Europeans. They think they are superior to anyone else because Europe is superior to any other place in the world.
Here in the USA there is a question, “What do you call someone who graduates Medical School with a ‘D’ average?” The answer is Doctor, same as the person who graduates with all A’s. I happen to live in southern Oklahoma…guess which graduates we get.
Especially, when they start off with, “You may have a rare, under-diagnosed illness.” Then they only name it by an acronym like “BOO” or “SAD” or “HARD” that they just make up.
I am a nurse, and I can tell you that the fastest way to irritate your doctor is to tell them what drug you want to try because you saw it on the internet or television. They went to school for eight years or more. Tell them what your symptoms are and how you are feeling and for God’s sake tell them the truth. Then let them do the diagnosing.
They started installing AC that summer and the summer of 1970 my old high school was air conditioned.