A Pac Man themed mural probably made by the pupils.
The last years of the school were spent as a temporary space for other schools under renovation.
Even more interesting Pac Man themed murals.
A recipe for a good mood.
The student council bulletin board with a brochure of mental health help. Important things!
The top floor corridor was green. I think it was lovely, that they had been color coded!
So this is where I get it!
Class 5A and the English class.
All the classroom doors on the top floor were again locked. So it was time for the attic.
Well, well, what do we have in here?
The grandmother? I see.
The attic was full of school history all the way since the 1950’s, when the building was constructed.
Prehistoric school books.
The Handbook of Grammar. That looks like the most boring thing on this Earth.
The Field Guide For the Youth. This is a farming handbook. They surely haven’t really taught farming at school?
A VHS recorder. Back in my youth it was the best thing ever, when one of these were brought to the classroom.
The attic was full. Everything that wasn’t needed anymore had been stuffed here.
Old school boards. These are valuable.
And an old school desk for two. These are quite wanted, too.
Even spare roof bricks are stored here.
Well, the school did need some renovations.
The end of the attic was quite clean.
A look back towards where I came from and all the stuff.
A school board from Helsinki. I tried to find my homes, but they weren’t in this picture.
Overhead projectors. These were still widely used, when I went to school.
The exploration was over. I started descending back to the door I entered through. At that point I smelled a light odour of smoke. I travelled through the entire school twice to make sure, that nothing was burning. I didn’t want to risk anything and didn’t want to get the blame for a school fire. But I found nothing.
So I left the school, locked the door and sent the caretaker a message that I was outside. The trip was over.
And that was the end. Sadly the school was demolished a year later. In my opinion it was a big loss for the architecture of the area.
But encouraged by the good approach by the city I contacted the nearby town owning the village school I had attempted to enter a few times. They said, that basically it is okay, but they think that the doors have been screwed shut. They even called me back to tell that they were basically okay with me exploring the school but would be unable to send someone to screw the doors open and back shut again.
Encouraged by this, I contacted yet another town owning the leather factory nearby. Again they said, that they would be okay with my exploration, but the building was in danger of collapsing, and they would need to support it before allowing me in. I promised to contact them later.
But all in all this was a great exploration. I didn’t mind the demolition of the school nearly as much as if I hadn’t managed to enter it. Although I still find it sad.