Every wonder what happens to the scrap wood I produce? I do. I respect the wood I use enough to make the most of what I can with it, but the odds and ends–too small for me to use, too nice to burn in the wood stove–still pile up. So, a couple times a year, I haul a pile of lumber nubbins and plywood bits out to Thurston High which, despite being a public school in Oregon, still has a wood shop program. With the plywood, the students learn to make boxes; with the wood, stuff like this:
Nice work, future competitors!