"Hello, is this Zhen Roza?" my brain is sluggish; who is calling me at 5 in the morning? "There have been some...interesting charges on your visa card. Can we go over some of them?". "You have bought 1,000 packs of Crayola Crayons, 1,000 rulers, and 5,000 whiteboards; I'm guessing those were not you?". I sit quietly and think, did I get robbed by a teacher? What are these purchases? And I say back, "no, those were not me, but I'm glad they bought something useful for themselves". There is a long pause before the Visa representative comes back, "About that...there more purchases". Hmm, maybe they about a whole school. "The next charges are a bit more...non-school related. We have 500 eatable thongs, various...bath...water? Purchases. And a gimp suit that looks like DoodleBob from Spongebob...". The only thing I could muster is "oh". I immediately say no those were not me as well and wonder who in the world is buying this stuff, the insanity of all this. I walk to the bathroom and step on something leather, and it makes the sound of NEHOY MENOY HOY MENYOY. The dread fills me and I know this secret must die forever.