When you’re incoming’s piling up with paint chips, what’s one to do? Call in a sick?
I like to imagine this as an old-timey radio microphone.
Books in nooks and not getting a look… about the crook with hooks that cooks.
Lessons from the day.
Note the maps still left on the wall.
Inside the MLK High School chemistry laboratory.
A snapshot of the most preserved classroom in the orphanage.
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.
Does Disney pay the school, or does the school pay Disney? #consumerism
A basement classroom, its chalkboards long gone, overlooks the playground.