xp_journal | Right then.

For the benefit of new students, and to remind the ones that haven't fled screaming yet: I am your guidance counsellor for this year, because Charlie said it was either that of teaching flower arranging. Sadly, I'm not really much of a guidance counsellor, but I have, thus far, been able to refrain from actually laughing in anyone's face, which should count for something.

I am here to deal with all those crises of a personal nature that don't require the attention of an actual trained professional, (although we do have several different kinds of those, too, and I can refer you to them, if need be) and, in theory, provide you with guidance about how to plan for your future. In that regard, as I've said before, I'm of limited use, because I dropped out of school when stealing cars looked like more fun, and then blundered into my career more-or-less by accident, and it's not one I'd really recommend. But I do have a few stacks of brochures from universities and leaflets about planning for your future and other career advice that don't look like a complete waste of time to me, and can probably manage to talk you through them, or point you in the direction of someone who can tell you more.

However, as I've just said to Angie, I am not psychic. Occaisionally, I manage a lucky guess, but most of the time, I do need to be told that someone requires my size nines trampling all over their personal life before I descend upon people. To which end I get to my point: My door is not always bloody open. Anyone waking me in the middle of the night, for example, had better have a damn good excuse. And I do other work which make occaisionally require me to be absent, or to be shut up in my rooms with the door locked.

But other than those times, if you should be in need of being told what to do with your life, or just to y'know, have a theraputic moan about the staff here, then you really should feel free to stop me at any time. There is nothing you can come to me with than can possibly be too stupid, too trivial or too weird, of that I promise you.

Enjoy your school year.