My Alma mater is going through a growing phase that has been going on for nearly a decade.  The last of the big dorms to be torn down was the first dorm I lived in during my undergrad.  Many called it the prison due to it’s cinder block construction, a 60s design.  I am not wailing or gnashing my teeth, just witnessing a milestone, and rebirth of the campus.  The only constant is change.