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