Harry D. Jacobs High School

A high school in which white boys that say the n-word and latina girls that fight each other come together. A place where you might die choking on weed in the bathrooms. A wonderous land with a football team that wins one game a season. A factory with no windows and a terrible AC. This place is home. We come here to cry, to laugh, to hear the marching band play the same song every Friday. Golden brown, flush them down.