Class 408

The white room is so dirty that it has turned gray. Only two out of the eight fluorescent lights are working, casting a dim glow. Rain stains on the ceiling remind us of the shoddy roof. A very large board, as white and blank as the students' minds, dominates one wall. White and red lines on the cement floor mark where our chairs should be placed, a reminder of the healthy distance we were supposed to keep during the pandemic, but now it's completely forgotten. Ugly, muddy brown paint covers the windows, blocking the sun just like they block our creativity. And of course, the dirty, filthy fossil curtains, which haven't seen water in decades. There are even footprints on the wall beneath the board. (Who in their right mind walks on a wall? Seriously!) Old armchairs, which also serve as notebooks sometimes, are scattered around the room. Equations and notes scribbled on the walls are a reminder of our failing memories, especially during exams. (Don't judge us!) The projector moans, signaling the start of the lecture and the inevitable descent into sleep. Students,with an impeccable ability to sleep with their eyes wide open ,are ready to drift off. There are pieces of napkins and plastic tape stuck to the ceiling, and I don't even know how they got there. A metal bar protrudes from the ceiling, holding up the projector. 
A horror room where reality kills dreams where maturing is misunderstood where daydreaming rules where spoken words are unheard and where nothing happens just a room and some humans existing with time and space doing absolutely EVERYTHING AND NOTHING!

(P.s facilitiy design and traffic flow on IPC inspired me)