If it is the same scrimshaw teacher from quest then it's interesting. Of all the staff there in 1989 he would have been least likely to become some of the other description.
As for the sensory memories.
I was in a bar on Tuesday night and this old hippie was doing solo acoustic (plugged in) James Taylor night.
All my friends were asking me why my mind was elsewhere. With the alcohol buzz on I went into a memory lane bonanza.
Hey, you were there when I was. We probably knew each other. Hell, you and I were probably in some of chuck's scrimshaw or "animation" classes, if you took any of them.
Yeah, I'm quite amazed how staff devolve after being there for a while. For example, when I was there:
1. Chuck Selent was rather quiet, dorky and unassuming.
2. Sheila Claremont was nothing more than a low-ranking grumpy aerobics teacher
3. Kristen Gilje was a somewhat sweet, soft-spoken artist hippie-child.
All three of these people became "heavies" later on, apparently.
CEDU is pure identity poison. Whether you are paying them for the privilege or vice-versa.