Bobby Drake

Just a quick announcement. Due to the rain that's been going on, and as an added outreach from the institute to the greater area, graduation has officially been moved from the grounds to the Salem Center. I hope this doesn't inconvenience too many of you, and that the four seniors didn't have their hearts set on it too much. We hope to see you there.

As some of you have already surmised, the Iceman has made his return to Xavier's.

The snow this morning was a little saying hey to everyone. Sorry about the inconveniences to some of you, I probably should have checked more thoroughly to make sure that there wasn't anyone asleep outside before dumping the powder. But after seeing the reaction ranging all the way from girls running outside in bathing suits to a kid who is bundled up and looking like he's about to lead an expedition to the North Pole, I have to say, it's good to be back.

To those of you new to the mansion since my last tenure, I’d like to say hello, my name is Robert Drake. I’m returning to the mansion after a hiatus spent overseas in Ireland, and will be serving to help around the school due to some of the recent departures. Think of me as the temporary "Super Substitute", sticking my head in and out of some of the classes. Oh, and just in case you guys were thinking about pulling a fast one, I’d just like to warn you that I was a student here for eight years, so I doubt you’ll be able to trick me, but you’re always welcome to try.

And to those of you that remember, I’m back in my old room if you guys would like to catch up, I’d love to see all of you. And before you ask, no Terry is not with me, she’s back in Europe, so I don’t have any cute outfits or shoes to borrow. But I'm sure she'd love to hear from all of you as well.

Other than that, I'm ready for this year to start, and there shouldn't be too many freak blizzards in the future. But, you never know...

Going away.

My cell phone will be...on my bed, so don't bother.

Taking the redhead with me.

See you all Sunday night.

Okay, so. As we're getting into summer and these things are important for some of us to know, and as we have a lot of new faces around here since last summer...

What's your favorite ice cream/sherbet/sorbet/frozen treat flavors, guys? There's nothing too weird, believe me. (Right, Kyle?) Also, so I don't have to go stealthing through Lorna's incomprehensible kitchen notes, allergies, food restrictions, stuff like that would be good for me to know. (And I want to know about any allergies, because if you don't think there's a chance there'll be tuna-fish ice cream in the freezer, you haven't met Catseye.)

I'm SO never having kids.

So I'm back from my parents'.

To anyone who was planning on using the gym today--I apologize for the makeover. On the upside, we can now have an indoor snowball fight...

I know, I know. I'm on mop duty as soon as it thaws. Got it.

Okay, it's time to do something fun and productive now. And outside. Definitely outside.

...

CLARICE!!!!!!!

Scott, you're a sadist.

Has anyone seen Terry anywhere in the last several hours?

JAMIE, KNOCK IT OFF! I know it's you, it's got to be you, you're the ONLY one that's been around EVERY time.

I'll be in my room for the rest of the week, I think. Maybe it'll be safe to come out by then.

What did I do to deserve this?

('The Entertainer' was a nice touch, though.)