In my last semester in the Academy, I became more outspoken when I saw anything that made my sense of justice beep. Of course, I wasn't as rash as I used to be when I first joined, but still, there were some inevitable confrontations with the Principal.
Not that I cared much about it anymore, as I was almost graduating. All I needed to do was to come to class once per week and to produce my paper.
It was a very simple and boring paper about the composition of composite elements. I basically demolished the accepted paradigm about elements, though I stopped short of presenting my alternative thesis.
I phrased it not as a demolishing, of course, but as mere questioning. And I presented such a solid pragmatic and theoric base that one couldn't simply dismiss it as foolishness.
It was worded in a way to avoid direct confrontation with the Church, of course. 'I'm only asking questions; I'm not affirming anything' is the all-powerful conspiracy theorist resource.
