Lessons from the day.
A classroom, perhaps from the days when the city owned the building.
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.
Books in nooks and not getting a look… about the crook with hooks that cooks.
They left and took their God with ’em. Doesn’t feel too empty without ‘im, though.
A basement classroom, its chalkboards long gone, overlooks the playground.
Does Disney pay the school, or does the school pay Disney? #consumerism
Note the maps still left on the wall.