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Wassup My Homies

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Algemene regels

• Deelnemers dienen zelf zorg te dragen voor persoonlijke eigendommen, zoals geld, waardepapieren, foto- of filmapparatuur, sieraden e.d.
• De school is niet aansprakelijk voor diefstal van persoonlijke eigendommen. Bij constatering van diefstal of verlies van persoonlijke eigendommen moet zo snel mogelijk ter plaatse aangifte bij de politie worden gedaan.
• Van een ieder die deelneemt aan een schoolreis of excursie wordt verwacht dat hij/zij de regels van het reis- en excursiereglement naleeft.
• De deelnemer die zich niet aan de regels houdt, zal daarop door de begeleiders aangesproken worden. Bij herhaalde afwijking van de geldende regels wordt de deelnemer naar “huis” gestuurd en meldt hij/zij zich bij de adjunct-directeur. Vervolgens kan de deelnemer door de directie geschorst of verwijderd worden.
• De deelnemer moet voorzien zijn van een geldig legitimatiebewijs.

Reisreglement

• Het is verboden te roken in de transportmiddelen, zoals bussen e.d.. Uiteraard gelden er ook rookverboden in alle openbare gebouwen. Roken op de ferry is toegestaan, met inachtneming van het huisreglement van de ferry maatschappij.
• Het deelnemen aan activiteiten is verplicht. Een actieve houding is vereist.
• Het zelf meenemen of het ter plaatse kopen van alcoholhoudende dranken, anders dan in een bar of op een terras, is verboden. In de boot en in de bus wordt dus ook niet gerookt en/of alcohol gebruikt. Misbruik van alcohol wordt niet getolereerd.
• Het bij zich hebben en/of gebruiken van (soft)drugs is verboden!
• Als de deelnemer de bus of boot gemist heeft, is hij verplicht om de groep op eigen kosten na te reizen. Hij of zij neemt in dit geval onmiddellijk contact op met het daartoe verstrekte telefoonnummer.
• Elke deelnemer is verantwoordelijk voor het netjes, schoon en in ongeschonden staat achterlaten van de verblijfplaats in de boot of bus. Indien een deelnemer, al dan niet moedwillig, schade toebrengt aan eigendommen van derden, zal deze schade te allen tijde verhaald worden op de deelnemer of diens ouders/verzorgers. Waar mogelijk zal de deelnemer ter plaatse voor de kosten op moeten draaien.

Marktdagreglement

• Elke deelnemer is verantwoordelijk voor het netjes achterlaten van de omgeving waarin de deelnemers zich bevinden.
• Het zelf meenemen of het ter plaatse kopen van alcoholhoudende dranken, is verboden op de locatie van de markt.
• Het bij zich hebben en/of gebruiken van (soft)drugs is verboden!
• Bij eventuele gezondheidsproblemen op de marktdag moet de desbetreffende persoon zich melden bij de coördinator/begeleider.…...

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