Thursday, May 14, 2009

Regrets of a Whistle Blower


I said something to D about something that A said regarding how D gave extra credits for J to become an academic awardee in our masters. A said that it was a deceitful form of cheating.

My major motive: Because D was the head of the master’s degree program, I thought D deserved to know about the rumors--- thinking that D would handle it properly.

My minor motive: I just plainly hated A’s antics of being such a lazy big bag of fart.

Later that day, D talked to A about it. A vehemently denied it.

And A retorted that the rumor actually came from me.

D talked to J and revealed the rumor. Worse, D said that the rumor came from A and me.

A and J were both colleagues of mine. J used to be a close friend (see “The Climbing of Sensei and Yanyan").

A week later was the only time I found out about the whole mess up.


A few faculty members asked me how I was doing at master’s class. I casually replied, “I’m doing well.”

Then with smirks on their faces, they asked if I’m with A in class.

I just shrugged and denied the knowledge of A’s whereabouts.

Just recently, I checked my mail and saw a 5-day old message from A, saying, “I have to talk to you.”

I replied, “ok, just tell me when.”

But we haven’t met until now.

I texted J, asking if we could talk. I wanted J to know that the rumor wasn’t from me. I was just a whistle-blower, for god’s sakes.

Then I did a missed call.

No response.

So, yeah. Now, nothing but regrets.



Never blow the whistle, unless you’re sure that it’s a whistle--- and not a horn--- that you're gonna blow.

That will unnecessarily wake up even your uncaring, grumpiest neighbors.