As a youngster, one of the primary things that drew me to the U of A was the mall. To me, the UA mall embodied everything I wanted my college existence to be: sunny, athletic, fun loving and full of interesting people.

This vision is a far, far cry from what the mall is on the semester of my graduation: a cesspool of mud and animal excrement being trampled by the feet of 35,000 people. No more grass, no more interesting people conversing about the important topics of life.