Post by Dr. Fredrick Cosgrove on Aug 24, 2008 18:57:02 GMT -5
Dr. Cosgrove's office is clean and precise to the point of sterility, which seems a striking opposition to his amiable nature. There is a picture of his family on the polished cherrywood desk, and a flatscreen computermonitor overlooking a desk calendar. This and a coffee mug is all that you'll find out of place. The filing cabinets, two gray monstrosities are utilitarion and unadorned in the back corner, and three individual certificates hang at eye level on the wall facing his perpetually open door: His Bachelors, Masters, and Doctoral degrees.
It is clear, at a glance, that this is not a place where the Dean of AFA spends the majority of his time, and while in residence he is efficient and quick to clear his inbox.
Today he sits with perfect posture, fingers flying across the keyboard without so much as a downward glance.
It is clear, at a glance, that this is not a place where the Dean of AFA spends the majority of his time, and while in residence he is efficient and quick to clear his inbox.
Today he sits with perfect posture, fingers flying across the keyboard without so much as a downward glance.