Ours was called the smoking lounge and it was outside in a windowless area near the gym where the building indented. It was easy to slip around the corner and smoke pot, which a lot of us did. We had a junior year trip to Boston in 1975 where my friends and I smoked pot in the back of the bus there and back. Every once in a while a teacher would yell, “Alright, put out the weed!” and that was it. We were even passing around a bong. Those were the days!