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The Art of Scrap, Friday, Period 4
Okay, cool. Dean had been on the island for exactly a week now, and so far he was still more or less sane. This probably had something to do with the way he'd managed to avoid actually meeting any of the students yet, granted. But for the time being? Sane.
Ish.
"Hey, guys," he greeted, once everyone had settled down in their seats in the art room. "I'm Dean McCoppin. Please, please just call me Dean. I don't need any of that 'professor' stuff being thrown my way on a Friday afternoon. And it's the last class of your first week this semester, so there's coffee at the back of the room for anyone who wants it. Try not to take too much, or you won't be able to work straight later, capiche? Good."
Overall, Dean was pretty easy to please.
( Welcome to the Art of Scrap... )
[And open class is open!]
Ish.
"Hey, guys," he greeted, once everyone had settled down in their seats in the art room. "I'm Dean McCoppin. Please, please just call me Dean. I don't need any of that 'professor' stuff being thrown my way on a Friday afternoon. And it's the last class of your first week this semester, so there's coffee at the back of the room for anyone who wants it. Try not to take too much, or you won't be able to work straight later, capiche? Good."
Overall, Dean was pretty easy to please.
( Welcome to the Art of Scrap... )
[And open class is open!]