BOOM! Door kicked in!

There's a rattle of wood nearly breaking from steel hinges as a loud SLAM rings out across the classroom, forcing you to duck down onto your desk. As you slowly lift your head with the rest of your class, except Lexi who's still jamming out on her desk but is also idly looking over towards the door, you see a really weird sight.

With hair spiked up and bleached beach blond, the man that you assume is your Professor stands in the doorway, lips puckered and with a pounding boombox on his shoulder. It sounds like it's playing a fan mashup of X Gon' Give It To Ya and Call Me Maybe, and he has it facing inwards instead of outwards, so it's gotta be doing a lot of damage to his ear considering the absolute volume of it. He's wearing reflective sunglasses, jean shorts, a plain black t-shirt, and a white labcoat with frayed edges.

"Wo-ho-ho, what the heck?" Lexi laughs, then changes the beat she's drumming to match with the mashup of X Gon' Give It To Ya and Call Me Maybe. Your professor lowers his sunglasses and gives Lexi and approving nod, lips still puckered, before running his eyes over the rest of you. Pushing them back up his nose, he sniffs, adjusts his labcoat with his free hand, and struts to the front of the classroom with the boombox. As you passes your desk, you see that he's wearing flip-flops on his feet.

When he reaches the front, he sets down the boombox and lets it play a second longer as he gets into his seat and shuffles it forward. Then he reaches forward, and with a chckk, the music stops. He sets his sunglasses on the desk and holds his hands out flat, looking over each of you. You take a moment to do the same -- everybody's just as confused as you are, except for Lexi, who's leaning forward on her desk and looks like she's loving it.

"My name's Rhys Meddle, dudes." He addresses your class in the most surfer dude voice you've ever heard in real life. "And this? Cha, bro. This is Equipment Maintenance."

.....well, that's certainly a way to introduce your new class.