The school provided us with a Grade 13 study room. Well sometimes it did. Periodically a male phys ed teacher would claim that he smelled marijuana and we'd lose the room for a bit. Personally I didn't have a clue what marijuana smelled like and as hard as I tried to figure out what this guy was smelling, I didn't smell anything being burned - not a cigar or a cigarette or incense or anything. Probably we were the first and the last class to have the room.
So what actually happened there - a bit of work but mainly passing the time hoping for something to happen, anything to happen. We were crossing off the days. If I want to remember the feeling, I just have to plug in the video "A League of their Own".