There is a statue next to Ebert: A life-size girl in a short, flimsy dress, who looks like she’s in constant motion. Her hands reach out to pet small birds. She is meant to look as if she is frolicking in the Oak Grove, one with the birds and the trees etc. Every since I first saw that statue, I’ve wondered ‘why her’? Why is she young? White? Thin? Scantily clad? I can’t help but think that despite the school’s best interests, they’ve once again bought into the ideology of nature as the pure female virgin. How predictable yet disappointing.