Whistleblower 2—Revenge of the Secret

Some secrets can get you into trouble. Other secrets can get you into deep trouble that’s probably a lot deeper than the deepest pile of cow manure you have seen, and get you expelled. The second type of secret should stay a secret, for god’s sake. And yet, it doesn’t.

Bottles: that’s where our story starts from. Human civilization has always used things inside the bottles for good purpose, but never bothered with taking care of the bottles. They are discarded carelessly, and create problems for the environment, the country, and the people who drank the wine from those bottles.

You will not find wine bottles around any man’s house, because men are far too experienced to pay ten times as more for the kick you can get from a cheap bottle of vodka, or weed, or drugs you inject in your body. Women, on the other hand, are naïve—they demand quality, they demand class, and they want expensive wines which their teachers cannot be suspected of having because they are far too sensible.

A bottle of cheap rum or vodka can be attributed to anyone—a teacher, a student, ‘the drunken guy from the maintenance’, the kitchen guys, or even the army guys who come to play football every week. Bottles of expensive wine, one the other hand,  belong only to teachers who have either gotten a promotion so big their salaries are trebling, gotten the US VISA, just looted a bank, or girl students who have very little experience with choosing the right material to get drunk on.

So it was a shock when so many bottles of wine were found in the trash of girls’ houses. The duty teachers could not do much—most of them were men, so they could not just barge into cubicles like they do in boys houses—and tracking the bottles to the owners was an impossible task. Some warnings were given, the authorities alerted, the HOHs reprimanded, and some students subject to dislike by teachers warned that such acts would result immediate expulsion. That was all.

The establishment avoided creating a noise because nothing would be worse than the news reaching the parents’ ears. The HOHs were slightly more strict, and the duty teacher a little more vigilant, but that was all.