The famous Jefferson High School, home of the Jefferson Dancers and multiple attempts to revive the school using different educational models. I find myself referring to the school as, "That poor school." Meaning not that the majority of its students are poor, but in trying to fix the school, the district is constantly trying new things, thus never building any sort of success.
Portland Community College (we share the same initials) has a campus across from Jefferson and the library.
The bus whisks us away and we arrive at our destination, the Kennedy School.
You can write on the chalkboards. I had never seen this clever coat closet/chalk board arrangement, but I was impressed. On rainy days, it must have been nice to shut the musty smell of damp wool in the closet.
We had dinner in the courtyard restaurant and Matt had a milkshake. After dinner, we played a card game and then saw Slumdog Millionaire which I hated, but which Matt enjoyed.
The next morning, after spending time in the Soaking Pool which was magical because it was raining and no one was there, we ate breakfast.
Bas relief panels that were originally donated to the school by J.D. Kennedy. They are full size reproductions of Luca della Robbia's 15th century masterworks done for the cathedral in Florance.
A landscape by Jennifer Joyce picturing the Kennedy school and its surroundings in the late nineteen teens.
There were many mosaics which used yearbook inscriptions such as this one: "I love you little, I love you big, I love you like a little pig."
You can walk into the brewery, the former girls bathroom, and see these portraits of former students and principals on the brew kettles.
Here, on a former chalkboard, is the listing of the choices in the movie theater. Notice that we could have seen "Twilight" and both been appalled by the bad acting. I think that would have been a better choice than me sitting with my eyes shut for large portions of the movie.