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Classrooms Around Campus, All Day Saturday

It was Saturday, and that meant Career Day! Unbeknownst to all the students who had taken the career placement test, Fandom had apparently conspired to place them all in workshops that didn't quite fit the answers they gave for their tests. The island was tricky that way. Not to mention that the workshops that the island had planned were somewhat different from the workshops an ordinary school might offer on Career Day. As in quite a lot different.

So the classrooms all around the school were filled with visitors from off-island and island alike, all of whom had been led to believe that they would be teaching eager-minded groups of students, excited to learn about their prospective careers. This assumption was not necessarily accurate.

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And Dean Pelton!

There were Greendale Community College videos (http://www.greendalecommunitycollege.com/about/) playing on a loop the whole time behind the Dean and more than enough fliers (http://i54.tinypic.com/2qb8vts.jpg) extolling the virtues of the school. Most of which had been written back in the early 90s and only changed slightly, so its best to ignore the gratuitous use of 'radical' in them.

At the end of one of the many video loops, Dean Pelton stepped forward, clapping enthusiastically. "Lets hear it for Greendale! Yeah!" Then added, "At an appropriate volume for the space we're in. No need to get into the legal ramifications."

He adjusted his glasses, pacing in front of the group. Public speaking was a skill of his, after all. "Now I'm sure some of you have given a thought or two toward a teaching career in the future. After you've gotten your degrees, of course. Fool me twice, shame on me." Chang. "The lure of shaping young minds, guiding them in a strictly platonic manner toward their futures like the teachers at this fine establishment guided you."

Another bit of pacing just to keep them on their toes.

"I know what people think when they hear 'community college'," he said doing the finger quotes. "That its where teachers who can't cut it at a traditional school go. Where the biggest perk you get is the title 'professor'. Well, they'd be wrong . There is also a choice parking space and an office. The office would be shared with one other teacher, of course. But you can decorate one half of it however you like!"

Dean Pelton nodded at them encouragingly. Because those were some pretty nice perks.

"But don't just take my word for the wonderful atmosphere of the campus," he said, waving his hand over toward another booth. "Just ask one of our happy students, Mr. Jeff Winger!"

There was a man sitting in the crowd wearing a pair of sunglasses. Not that he needed them; they just looked cool. "Greendale sucks," said Jeff. "It sucks so bad, we're actually resorting to blackmail to pimp it out to the world. Run far, far away, children. If your choice is between Greendale and Hell, I'd advise you to buy some 100+ sunscreen and a decent pair of shorts, because Greendale is a toilet."

"Oh. Oh, that's just rude. He's just making a joke, kids."

Such a kidder our Jeff Winger.

"If you have any further questions, we have plenty of fliers and pencils for you!" A beat. "One pencil per student, please."

Yes, Jeff was still in the room. He had been since the beginning of this workshop, just so he could sit here and text and hence show off just how little he cared about Greendale, Dean Pelton, or the workshop.

Sometimes being cool was hard work. He was probably gonna get up and walk out at some convenient point, too.

Jeremy was never ever going to have anything to do with community colleges. Not unless his family decided to sponsor one or something. So he was pretty happy to not listen much, instead devoting his time and attention to playing with his new pencil.

And then he managed to break the pencil clean in half, sending the other half flying across the room in the process. Oops.

A note came sliding toward him from a sister who was trying not to smirk at the amazing display of pencil destruction.

Why are we here?

Juliet was just lucky that the half of the pencil Jeremy still had was the one you wrote with.

I don't know! Paperwork mixup? Cruel fate?

Waste of a Saturday, Juliet wrote back emphatically. And the bald guy's a little scary looking.

Jeremy glanced up at Dean Pelton again, and found he really had to agree. Especially after his first workshop.

He could be a super villain in disguise.

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Juliet looked at the bald guy in surprise, then back at her brother, then at the bald guy again. Her eyes narrowed as she took that last look.

Maybe. His glasses are totally wrong for his face shape.

Community college? That was for poor people. And teaching didn't sound like much fun to Juliet, either, unless it was maybe swooping in to spoil underprivileged children for a few hours in the name of charity.

she idly wondered if Greendale had a drama department.

Percy had no idea how he'd ended up in this workshop of all things. Dean Pelton reminded him a little of a cleaner, louder Gabe and that wasn't a good comparison.

Besides, community college just wasn't in the offing. He had monsters to fight and gods to be pissed at. Maybe his mom would be pleased he ended up here though.

Rinoa wasn't sure what to make of the flier, but she was keeping the pencil.

She also raised her hand. "Excuse me?" she said. "I don't ... know what a community college is? I've heard of college before, but I don't know the distinctions."

And some words on the flier were misspelled, but that seemed rude to point out.

"Aren't you just adorable!" he just had to say first. "Now, a community college is a place of higher education that can be found right in your own backyard!"

A beat.

"In some instances quite literally, but those lawsuits have been settled so there's no need to go into detail."

The Caraway mansion had a considerable backyard. There might be a school or three back there, and Rinoa wouldn't know the difference.

"What kind of classes are there?" she asked. "I don't know what I'd be qualified to teach."

Sorceressing 101?

"Oh, we have a wide variety of classes from math to history to science to pottery--" And others he couldn't think of at the moment. "And you would need a teaching degree. It's not racist of me to ask that, I've talked to the school's lawyer."

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