V001 - Arriving

Hell.

I suppose it must be poetic justice that the Powers see fit to dump me in the colonies. Private school, physician, or what-do-you-have, "Nurse". Bugger.

Pleasantries with the Headmaster. Or what is it? Supervisor? Any way, I do not know him, but is a Power nontheless. Apparently higher rank than myself, bugger that. We shall see.

The college is clean well enough. Ward is tidy, though as expected the files are a complete disaster. The previous 'help' left rather abruptly I'm told. I shall have to get some pretty young girl to sort them out for me, while I sort her out. I am told the college has a sixty-fourty girl-boy ratio. At least there is a bright side to this purgatory? Of course their manners are excreble. They shall need some teaching, the Americans.

Teaching in a great many things.