Sonie Marburg’s teacher has made her cry and then, in a moment of kindness, allows sick, headachy Sonie to wait in the teachers’ rest-room until she can go home without the other children seeing her.
Jean Stafford, Boston Adventure (1944).
One of my most vivid memories of high school: the cigarette stink that filled the hallway upon every opening of the door to the seen-only-in-glimpses teachers’ lounge.
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When I was young, I wondered why so many teachers smoked. I concluded that it was the most convenient excuse to get away from the students for a break, grab a butt in the teachers' lounge.
And it might have contributed to a sense of community. When I worked in a discount department store while in college, everyone smoked while on break. So I smoked too.
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