There were twenty one posts this week, almost all dealing in some way with the on-going SACS accreditation visit.
This being Halloween week, we know Camille was eager to see if a boogeyman of abuse was going to jump out of hiding to chase the accreditation team away. Maybe the team would stumble, all unsuspecting, over an example of egregious sexism in one of the classrooms. Perhaps fearful students would approach them secretly, begging to be rescued from this campus of inflated grades, falling enrollment, and other unspeakable horrors. They might even run into uncontrolled releases of asbestos.
Instead, Camille posted this:
That must have hurt. After all of Camille’s hard work, SACS agreed that the third party comments added up to exactly . . . . nothing, just as Sally reported earlier.
Of course, Camille had a viable option here. If she felt that Weier misrepresented the SACS statements, if she felt that he twisted their words to say something they didn’t, she could always contact SACS directly and let them know what’s going on.
Instead, the spin has already begun:
Just as we started predicting last year, Camille and company are now going to denigrate the very process they insisted that BJU follow . . . because it didn’t get them the results they wanted. Mark our words, by the time BJU finally receives regional accreditation, in less than two years, the Disaffected will solemnly swear that regional accreditation was never that important to begin with. You heard it here first.
We have, Camille. We have.
This has been Friends of Frances