It's a terrible room to begin with, so wide and shallow that I can't see everyone at the same time. It lacks most of the technology I like to deploy in the classroom. As the semester progresses, however, those faults are coming to seem minor in contrast to the state of the whiteboard. The ledge at the bottom, where the eraser and markers can rest, is so thick with particulate matter that I end every class with my hands, face, and book looking like props from Mary Poppins. That's deeply annoying.
What really concerns me, though, are the clouds of dry-erase marker soot that I inhale every session. Given my proclivity for respiratory trouble -- no, it's not in my head