"No, not many oppose it. But that is because we take some care to hide what niche my school in particular services in society. Frankly, some of the children's parents do not even know that their children are mutants who attend here. I am less encouraging of that trend and try to help students reconcile any schism that arises in their family due to their gifts, but everybody's situation is unique."
He gave a smile up at the tall woman. "There will probably be a day when it will be public knowledge. I both look forward to such a day and cannot help but feel a bit of apprehension at the same time. Right now, the anonymity protects the children. My only hope is that with each progressive year and more tolerant generations that it will not be needed at all." He glanced back at the following children. "Also, they are brilliantly resilient, and certainly up to the challenges facing their generation."
"Bring it," one of the boys muttered. There was some chuckling.
"This is one of our auditoriums," a girl said, stepping into tour guide mode as she opened large doors into a gym. "We'll probably come back here afterwards. The cafeteria is down the hall. We get dinner at 5:30."
"Meatloaf on Wednesdays, though," one of the boys said in disappointment, and was lightly elbowed by a girl for it.