One afternoon George looked out the window (creative writing was in a portable classroom), saw the principal headed our way, quickly passed around a pack of cigarettes and told us each to take one. Moments later the principal walked in the door (along with a group of visiting parents) to find us busy workshopping, our Marlboros tucked casually behind our ears.
—Katie Burgess, studied with Singleton at the Greenville Fine Arts Center
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