Tuesday, June 12:

It's been nearly a week since the caretaker's last visit. I've been keeping my eye on him. He's been watching the students a little too closely, if you know what I mean. Any of those little vixens get too close to him, and they'll be finding out about the ropes we don't use for climbing purposes pretty quickly.

That reminds me. Must remember to assign that biography of the Marquis de Sade for the General Studies class. I'm sure the girls will get some useful lessons from it.

I must say, for a new school, Slothlands is quite well-equipped. Much better than the last school I taught at. Of course, it'd be hard for it not to be better than that dump. All that headmaster did was watch the video from the cameras all over the school and play with himself. Where's the fun in that for the rest of us?

The only disagreeable thing so far is that nobody can make a decent margarita to save their life around here. I've taken care of that, though. I ordered a margarita machine and it should be delivered, along with a case of my favorite tequila, later this week.

And the best thing about that is that it means Mr. Stoat will have to come to my quarters and set it up. I can hardly wait.