It was at the end of a little used hallway, next to the janitor’s closet.  The door would open quickly and would be pulled shut at even greater speed, as if the billowing clouds of smoke could be kept inside.  A Teachers Lounge circa 1984. 

Well, for those who shared my longing to see the inside…here are some photos I shot today, now that I am all grown up and allowed to be there.  Obviously, the smoke is gone, but you can see from the decor that little has changed.  From the light fixtures to the groovy telephone table, this lounge is stuck in 1975. 

That greenish glow is not just a product of my horrid photography skills.  It is really there.  And it sucks the life out of you in a matter of minutes.  If teachers are grouchy in this school, I bet they are spending time in this energy vacuum. 

I need to do something about this!  QUICK!