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