The teacher entering the classroom looks just like my mom did in the seventies. She was an art teacher in the local elementary schools when I was young. They didn't have any art rooms so my dad built a big cart out of wood and painted it bright orange. It was called the "Art Cart" and it was filled with all the art supplies a room full of kids could need. She pushed it down the hall and wheeled it from room to room. I remember that feeling of being both excited and mortified when the big orange cart entered my classroom. What ever became of the Art Cart?
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