Three years ago, our school had an overabundance of new students. This meant that the classroom space I was using needed be used for other things. I became a traveling teacher. Many arts teachers know the woes of traveling from class to class. It’s not fun pushing all the things you might need for a day’s worth of classes around a building. Especially an old building with 4 floors and no elevator. You can either work for the cart or make the cart work. I chose the later.
As a drama teacher, I hold myself to a very high standard of ‘not-quite-normal.’ So I took an old foot locker that carted my stuff in my early twenties and made this beautiful beast.