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  • This school never recovered from the storm. It's really a problem that is so much bigger than Katrina and the south is plagued with it. Broken education systems and poverty and desperate youth. None of these messes are easily cleaned up.
  • At this once charter school, the hallways and classrooms are still filled with 2004's lessons.
  • In the science lab there are still bags with dissected frogs laying on the shelves, some out of the bags and half eaten, instructive diagrams nearby.
  • There are books and loose leaves of home work strewn all about. I found a copy of Maya Angelou's Caged Bird and brought it home and dusted it off so it could sit on my shelf and get dusty again.
  • I couldn't help but wonder what happened to the 13 and 14 year old children who filled these seats. Guess they are in their early 20's now. And the teachers. Their lingering names personified them for me. I wondered of all of their names, which person i had been in closest physical proximity to in my life. A strange thing to think about at such a time.
  • The place definitely wasn't my favorite spot to find myself alone in. The wind would blow once in a while through the broken windows and push paper and half hanging blinds around, making it sound as if i weren't alone in there.
  • Pretty sure i don't believe in ghosts, but if i did and i wanted to find one, i'd look in New Orleans.
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