Friends. Classmates. Colleagues. Annoying kids who walk too slow in front of us and can't seem to pick a side. I need your help. A grave, unsettling injustice has occurred on our campus. It happened in a place I had always considered to be my safe haven. A home away from home. RedZone.

I ordered my usual. Fried chicken fingers. French fries. No dipping sauce. I had requested to sit at a booth because those hightop tables are the bane of my existence. After ordering my typical pink lemonade and water I was greeted with a red basket full of happiness. As the waitress lowered the basket my heart sunk. The world stopped. What were once beautifully golden sticks of heaven had been replaced with some skinny excuses of french fries. I was speechless. Ketchup acted as a bandaid but after a few bites I wasn't fooling anyone or myself. People change so much throughout college, but RedZone's fries had always remained a constant. They were steady and dependable. They were the longest relationship I ever had and without a formal goodbye the new french fries just felt wrong.

We as students of Western Kentucky University need to take a stand and let our voices be heard. I'm sick of the shoelace and steak fries. I no longer want to order tater tots. I want to face this issue and put an end to this catastrophe. Join me and do your part by signing this petition to bring back RedZone's fries. Together, we can make RedZone great again.