I like to imagine this as an old-timey radio microphone.
A basement classroom, its chalkboards long gone, overlooks the playground.
Books in nooks and not getting a look… about the crook with hooks that cooks.
A snapshot of the most preserved classroom in the orphanage.
A classroom, perhaps from the days when the city owned the building.
When you’re incoming’s piling up with paint chips, what’s one to do? Call in a sick?
They left and took their God with ’em. Doesn’t feel too empty without ‘im, though.
Lessons from the day.
Inside the MLK High School chemistry laboratory.
Does Disney pay the school, or does the school pay Disney? #consumerism
Note the maps still left on the wall.