BY JUSTIN BREWER

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It’s Friday. A week of classes has you dragging your feet and feeling antsy, but now you’re free. You’re out sniffing around for some hair of the dog, but you’re not the kind of person who wants to go to war at the bar in order to get a drink. This is where the Faculty Lounge comes in. But you can’t just waltz in there, and that’s the point.

     After knocking on the old burgundy door at 391 Huger St., a gentle giant named Warren will open up and ask if you’re a member. If not, you need to sign up, but don’t worry—it’s only $10. Afterward, you’ll be given a membership bracelet and gain entry to the lounge, where the drinks are just as cheap as Upper Deck, the music is as good as Torch and you won’t feel pressured to be social.

     The place earned its name because it was a favorite place for African-American teachers to hang out in the ‘70s. And with the chalkboard paint on the wall, you’ll feel like you’re in charge of the class. Feel free to vent and encouraged to relax. This is your place.