I scared myself to death.
Teaching in the 80s was a different kind of era. The faculty even had a smoking lounge. Imagine that. On your breaks or at lunch you could head to the lounge and light it up. I was a new teacher, and I was a smoker. We thought nothing of it. The students walking down the hall knew that it was a smoking lounge. Who wouldn’t? Each time the door opened, pillowy clouds slithered out of the lounge into their lungs.
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