Which is still not as bad as some of the buildings at my undergrad, where they built buildings around other buildings.

We didn't have quite that problem at my undergrad, but we had people and classrooms tucked away into converted Victorian houses, and god help you if you needed to find someone in some of them, or in some cases to find the building itself. Then there were the 150-year-old buildings that had weird passages you couldn't actually follow all the way through without cutting through a classroom, which necessitated going up or down a floor...

Ah, college campuses. So entertaining. :)

They looked so befuddled when I pointed out that there was no such room at the high school (it had been renovated into part of another room YEARS earlier). iirc, my principal took me out to look for it. *eye roll*

Niiice. I'm hoping the secretaries in my department will know what's up, because my other option is to knock on one of the athletics office doors near the room and see if anyone has a clue.

I can honestly say that being in a bizarre location can be a bonding point for you & the students

I'm all for that. (And not only is the location bizarre, but the building is one of those you just know is going to have issues with heating in the winter, and weird smells when it rains, and odd noises at random times.)

provided you don't have 150 of them, of course.

I would die if I had to grade 150 papers. No, I just have 22 in each section, which is relatively manageable. (Although I have to do individual conferences twice a year. It's gonna suck. At least I get to cancel two class sessions of each section for each set of conferences!)

Bats in the curtains? Eep.

We just had clanging water pipes in the basement classrooms and ancient steam radiators in all rooms that tended to spit boiling water at people sitting too close. Considering the building was more than 100 years old, that's pretty good, actually.

Mmmmm, braaaaaains. Zombie janitors FTW!

ooms where the chairs were around the perimeter for Very Good Reasons

I'm trying to think of a reason for that, and I can't. Was the floor rotten in the middle or something? (At my HS, we kept the desks away from the perimeter, because the radiators tended to spurt boiling water out of their steam valves. Not a good place to be sitting in winter! We also had the creaky wooden floors that I think were actually made of more varnish than wood--whee, giant fire hazards! Yeah, that building dated from the 1880s, can you tell?)

It even had the "Men's" stairs at one end that were normal height and the "Women's" entrance on the other end with really low stairs.

Huh. I had never heard of this concept before, but that sounds kind of nifty.

Ding ding ding... When you can stand in the doorway and see that the floor kind of has a concave look to it, you take a chair as close to the wall as possible.

Oh, dear. Well, I can see how you would want to do that. (I'm facing that a bit with the landing on the back stairway to my apartment. I try to walk close to the wall, and not the balustrade, when going from my door to the steps.)

It was, really - until you had to go up three flights of the "Women's" stairs and your muscles reminded you that you were used to normal-sized steps. Of course, the Men's were extra steep. Thankfully there *were* some normal ones in the middle!

And this is where elevators come in handy. ;)