When Penn State students see injustice in the world, they react with awe-inspiring and crucial action, taking deliberate measures to make a needed change.

No other recent event demonstrates this more than the dramatic challenge students mounted in opposition to the apparent evil of having St. Patrick's Day during spring break.

The movement started with the creation of a Facebook group, "The Official Group to Move St. Patrick's Day 2007," which grew into a large-scale mobilization effort.

More than 4,000 joined the group, T-shirts were made, meetings were held, and people woke up early to wait in line for the bars.

My lovely activists, did you know that tuition is going up faster than your BAC on a Friday night?

Yet, few people turn out each year to rally for more state funds.

And only 12 people recently showed up to support LGBT athletes at a basketball game that is coached by a woman who the university has admitted discriminates.

But green shirts were plentiful Friday. Bars were packed, and everywhere I turned, there was a cop stabilizing a drunk.

State Patty's Day or not, I don't have Friday classes, so you can typically find me at Café 210 around lunchtime.

Walking there, I was surely the most content woman in Happy Valley -- the sun was out, and I had a craving for the skillet fries.

But I quickly turned green with anger.

It was noon, and I couldn't find a seat in the restaurant.

A bartender told me she was sorry she didn't have green beer because, as she explained, State College was giving the restaurant a hard time."

I personally didn't care if the beer was shamrock-colored or the typical urine shade -- but there were plenty of people adding their own food coloring.

Most of the bars obeyed the borough's apparent pleas not to participate in the student-made holiday.

What did bar owners care?

They were making ridiculous profits whether they handed out leprechaun necklaces or not.

I wasn't the only one frustrated with the mass amount of bar-goers.

I had several run-ins with unhappy bar workers. My friends and I waited in a line to get into Mad Mex (Can someone explain to me why so many people celebrating an Irish holiday were at a bar known for its Mexican-themed margaritas and burritos?), then we stalked the tables for an hour waiting for an opening.

After we quickly rushed into a booth, a waitress told us there was an official waiting list. No one told us.

I had planned to go out for a usual Friday night dinner.

At The Deli, my friends and I met the grumpiest host of all who told us that he couldn't seat us until everyone in our party was in the establishment.

And he made it clear that on this special "holiday" we better be ordering food, and not just drinks, if we wanted to sit down.

Later in the night, at The Saloon, I paid $5 to get into my usual Friday night establishment. Sipping my extremely weak pitcher of Captain and Coke, I was in a constant state of paranoia, scared that one of the hundreds of stumbling dancers was going to puke on me at any second. Later at home, I thought about how weeks ago, I was excited for the "holiday." Then, I just got angry.

Only a movement centered around alcohol would be this successful in State College.

And so, thanks to student mobilization, State College is a more drunk, party-orientated place.

But, let's mobilize and make it a better, safer and more-welcoming environment.