ageofthediary
Vicky was the president of The Holy Blue Bellareyo High School, the country's premier all-girls Catholic high school. Vicky was stressed because, a few days ago, there was a student who posted on social media about how her teacher sexually harassed her during a religious retreat and about how the school did not protect her even if she reported the incident to her homeroom adviser. The one who posted was a 14-year-old student who was usually shy and reserved, but in her post, she was full of ballistic anger and intimidating clarity when she named Ms. Fairydoughmadz as the one who sexually harassed her. "Ms. Fairydoughmadz? A female harasser? When will this end?" Vicky thought.
When Vicky was concocting rationalizations on why Ms. Fairydoughmadz can't be a sexual harasser, her room began to shake. Vicky's glass trophies, which were displayed on her bookshelf, all fell to the floor and shattered into pieces. "Noooooo! My life achievements!" Vicky cried, trying to save her trophies. Icy Maria started meowing in fear. Vicky's husband appeared and yelled at her to stop being so stupid. He pushed her to the floor and commanded her to go under her desk while he scrambled to a nearby table. Vicky prayed to god for the tremors to stop. After some time, it did stop. For Vicky though, the earthquake felt like it had lasted forever. When everything was still again, she looked for her cellphone and called her children. None of them were harmed, they assured her, and yes, her grandchildren were safe as well. Her husband suddenly offered to cook her a meal. How strange, Vicky thought.
More strange things happened when Vicky went to her office the next day. Her staff was aghast at her victim-blaming jokes, the school's all-male board was becoming feminist, and people were saying things like "trauma-informed" and "survivor-centered".
What happened? What did the earthquake bring? Vicky was about to get shaken.