We lost an old friend this week my friends. An old sage whose opinions, whether or not you agreed, were an institution at this institution. No I don't mean Gary, the Willard preacher, but rather the omnipresent graffiti on the stalls of the Willard bathrooms, painted over buy an unidentified assailant. Whether it be poetry, political prose or validation of Korn's effect on society, those stalls held volumes of information that broadened the minds of each student who visited them.

It was those words that so many times drew me away from an English 15 lecture on MLA format.

And when it was chili day it was those very same stalls that crudely illustrated to me what a naked woman looked like and brightened an otherwise dreary day. Nonetheless it is once again obvious that the "man" is trying to suppress our free speech rights by going behind our backs and destroying what I would call art. When I need to know which fraternities sucked, those stalls told me.

When I wanted to know the sexual orientation of every political party, those stalls told me.

Perhaps not, but I put it to you, Penn State students: We can look at this event two ways. A senseless destruction of fine art or an empty canvas that will one day tell us the answer to one of life's most profound questions -- Steelers or Eagles?