Contained in High Scool: Philippi Realities
So, I am walking through the City Bowl, minding my business, avoiding fraudsters at the risk of cash and limb...when I see a bunch of kids. Pretty bunch, some not so. They have one thing in common, though, these boyses and girlses. They are all in school uniform at a time of the day when they should be inside a school.
They carry placards. When I question them, after taking a few pictures, of course, they tell me a few facts. They are from Philippi High School. Not much of a high school really. Because they study in shipping containers. Yes, those metal things. Let these pictures speak, before I wax too lyrical.
They were not making noise nor defacing any statues, mind you. It was a peadceful demonstration of them trying to get their voices heard. Philippi High School, the Chaotic Front is here to help spread the word.
People, let's get these kids a proper school, damnit!
They carry placards. When I question them, after taking a few pictures, of course, they tell me a few facts. They are from Philippi High School. Not much of a high school really. Because they study in shipping containers. Yes, those metal things. Let these pictures speak, before I wax too lyrical.
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| 8 YEARS IS 2920 DAYS IN A SHIPPING CONTAINER. |
They were not making noise nor defacing any statues, mind you. It was a peadceful demonstration of them trying to get their voices heard. Philippi High School, the Chaotic Front is here to help spread the word.
People, let's get these kids a proper school, damnit!
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