<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247048.msg12287489#msg12287489">Quote from: Peripherie on 02-05-2016, 03:29:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>This brings back memories.</strong></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/MuBG1WB.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Prof. Amira Hensley<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong> Visiting Anthropology Professor<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Friday, October 7th, 10:30<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Administration office, Jamison Clark<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Ready to be an active member of the faculty.<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Dean Hayden Sky - <em><strong>closed</strong></em><hr/><br/>Things felt a little wibbly wobbly about meeting the Dean this way. Well, her last introduction to the administration staff at UCL had been at her initial interview. Meeting Dean Sky in person was a little more late in the game. She had already spoken to him previously - over the telephone and through email. He had already seen her resume and credentials and she was already a member of his faculty (albeit a visiting one).  <br/><br/>Being quite out of her depth at what exactly there was to discuss, she had brought everything with her but the loo. From a copy of a potential syllabus to her laptop in case research or actual lesson plan samples were required. In truth she was grasping wildly at what was to be expected. English may be spoken in both countries but their cultures of high education were quite different. <br/><br/>She notified Dean Sky's secretary that she was here for her 10:30 appointment and sat down in one of the chairs to wait. Memories flooded back at her time sitting in a similar chair. Not at uni, but much earlier when she was at boarding school in New England. She had been caught having a dalliance with a young lad whose sister was also attending the all girl's school. Quite the opposite of the predicament of most of the students now at JCPU. She quickly tried to lessen the blush that particular memory caused to stain her cheeks. <br/><br/>That was one thing she was hoping to discuss with Dean Sky. It hadn't really come up during negotiations between sister schools. What was JCPU's policy on student sexual orientation and what was her role to be as a professor in that regard? Surely she had no desire to play inquisitor or snitch as to who facied who. In her mind, if everyone in question was of legal age and consenting, then bang on.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong> This <em> brings</em> back memories.</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/36800000/Tom-Welling-erika-wesley-36889387-547-800.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> Hayden Sky<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Administrative offices, Jamison Clarke<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Friday, October 7th, 10:30<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Relaxed no rush after lunch<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong> Dean of Admissions<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Prof. Amira Hensley - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/>the middle aged man with the built of an active 25 year old was sitting at his desk composing a letter to the facility about possible changes to the staff. his hair salt and peppered, a light stuff adorned his face as he blinked and rubbed his eyes at the email. he was about to add his signature when the call came through the intercom that his 10:30 appointment was here. hayden sighed and added the signature before hitting send. shutting his laptop cover he cleared his throat, pressed the intercom button and informed his secretary to,<strong> “send her in.”</strong> he smoothed down his jacked and ran his large hand through his hair before the knock sounded at the door.<strong> “come in.”</strong> he smiled at the already polite woman that was behind the door. <br/><br/>the dean stood up the moment the door opened abs went around the desk with his boyish smile on his face as he held out his hand to shake hers.<strong> “come in professor, have a seat.”</strong> he replied as his blue eyes took her in. licking his lips the 6’4 male went around the back of his desk and sat down as he gestured to the chair across from his for his guest to sit. unbuttoning the button to his jacket he relaxed back. elbows on the arm rest, fingers in a steeple as hey placed them under his chin and studied her for a moment longer. taken in the beautiful woman in front of him. clearing his throat hayden wanted to know, <strong>“what can i assist you with?”</strong><br/></span></span></div><br/>@Peripherie