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