The X-Project

As the (more observant/less injured/not wrapped up in some strange crisis or other) of you will have noticed, Xavier's School has taken delivery of a shiny new minibus this weekend, intended, in part to replace the rather cramped people carriers we've been using up to now.

Specifically, it's to give you all an excuse to get out of here, and into a proper world with actual people in it.

The plan is this: On Saturday mornings, at about 9 am, the bus will leave here, and drive into New York. At 5 pm, the bus will leave New York and return here. Once we're in the city, the time's your own. The younger kids are welcome to come, if they can find an older student or staff member to accompany them, but those under 15 do not get to wander around New York unsupervised, and if they fuck about, nor will those over 15. If you need to be chaperoned, it's your responsibility to find someone willing to chaperone you. Those of you without mobile phones of your own will be given them for the day, as a precautionary measure. If I can wangle it, or talk Dr McCoy into fiddling with wires for fun, these things will have some form of GPRS trackers built in.

I'll be doing the driving for the next couple of weeks, until Amanda and I fuck off back home for spring break. I'm sure that between us, the staff can work out an actual rota for next term.

But wait! There's more:

Because I am a staggeringly nice man, and fully seized of the needs of teenagers, once a month, I'll be taking the bus out on a Friday or Saturday night (students choice) to a club (again, students choice) this is, obviously, open only to the over 16-s, and yes, you can expect that the door staff will be aware exactly how old you are. I will not be coming into the club, because I am ancient and horrible and do not wish to frighten the lovely young people that you will meet, but I'll be nearby, and will be driving you lot home when you're done, or when I become bored enough to get into the club and haul you out.

Obviously, all this lot comes under the heading of a privilege, not a right, so anyone who is stupid enough to arse about or think that they can play fast and lose with the rules on any of these trips will very swiftly find themselves stuck indoors on a long-term basis.

You may now all say "Thank you, Mr Wisdom".