Student - May 17, 2010
Secrets
'I beg your pardon?' I asked, failing to comprehend. Stammers come back from the other end of the line. The person to whom I am talking is clearly displeased with my telephone call. She tries to tell me this nicely and in a civil manner: she's going to check, but I am actually not welcome to write a piece about the brown café in Orion. 'VeSte wants to avoid giving the wrong picture about the new student bar.' Appalled, I hang up. 'It's a secret whether barstools are placed on the left or the right', I mutter out of frustration to another student whom I don't even know.

Oh well, it's not too difficult to bring down VeSte alone, which is just toeing the line. Everywhere, I come across the same secretive doings, or people who attach so many implications to something that not much of an opinion is left any more. A few weeks ago, someone suddenly wanted to retract his statements from being published. Do you know that permanent Resource journalists are not allowed to be present at the Participational Council meetings of Van Hall Larenstein?
In the midst of my frustrations, I sometimes overlook the fact that nine out of ten people are very friendly and willing to cooperate. And in fact, I ought to be appreciative of all the secrecy. That makes me think that my pieces are being read.