Arrr, more schools be sittin' on the fence, like a scallywag afraid to pick a crew!
2025-03-11
Arrr, matey! Instead o’ chattin’ ‘bout the fiery squabbles of the day, many a school be keepin’ their trap shut, quakin’ in their boots as the political storm brews. A fine crew, they be, sailin’ blind in the tempest o' higher learnin’!
Arrr, me hearties! Gather 'round and lend an ear to this tale o' woe from the hallowed halls of learnin’! Aye, it seems that the schools be shiverin’ in their boots, caught betwixt a rock and a hard place like a ship in a tempest! Instead o’ raisin’ their voices like a crew shoutin’ for treasure, they be hunkerin’ down like scallywags afraid of the stormy seas of political pressure!The hot-button debates, ye see, be hotter than a pot o’ grog left too long over the flame! But instead of throwin’ themselves into the fray, these institutions be settin’ sail for silence, hopin’ the winds o’ controversy pass 'em by. 'Tis a curious strategy, indeed! One might say they be playin’ a game o’ hide and seek with the truth, thinkin’ they can dodge the cannon fire of criticism! But alas, the world be watchin’, and the more they cower, the more the debate rages like a Kraken unleashed!
So here’s the rub, me mateys: while they be clingy to their mutinous silence, the debates be like the tide—ever risin’, ever churnin’! Tread lightly, ye scholarly sea dogs, lest ye find yerselves on the wrong side of a plank, flung into the depths for speakin’ not a word! Yarrr!