At last, the monitor has arrived in Ann Arbor after much procrastinations. With this, nothing will stand in my way.
Winter has finally arrived. Yesterday marked the unofficial opening of winter; the two famous quads in the University, the West Quad and the South Quad, wedged war on each other by lining up along E. Madison street.
While the South Quadrants pronounced aggression against us (The Great West Quadrangle), I was sleeping, too tired after trying to figure out my Computer Assisted Physics’ problems. I was enjoying my slumber with a sweet dream, resting innocently on my cozy bed. All the sudden, the tranquility of the atmosphere was disturbed by a heavy knocking on my wooden door. I quickly woke up and tried to find the most polite curse I can think of to present to the knocker of my door. Upon opening my door, I saw the residential officer, wearing thick clothing, telling me an alarm had gone off. I told him I didn’t hear any alarm but then he said the West Quad’s had been sounded. He continued by telling it was probably a hoax but it has to be treated as a real alarm.
Adhering to him, I took the stair and headed to the exit only to found out hundreds of undergraduates catapulting countless snowballs at each other. Stunt by the moment, my mind raced to enquire the situation and voila! THE ANNUAL QUAD WAR! Excited by the event, I quickly ran to the aid of my fellow West Quadrants. After a few minutes, both sides exchanged names and curses (there was no ‘f’ word used though). By the time both gone tired shouting at each other who were separated by the E. Madison St., the West Quad launched a barrage, running across the street and trying to make the kill number as high as possible. Amazingly, the pathetic South Quad didn’t charge the West Quad side. Perhaps, they ran out of snow. Hahaha, we almost ran out of snow too. Luckily, our courtyard is much bigger than theirs.
They ran out of snow. That is absurd but it’s the truth. The War was huge enough, that the undergrads ran out of ammo. Imagine the scale of the War. That’s it. I’ll stay in West Quad again for next year.
Epilogue, the Daily proclaimed, West Quadrants emerged victorious. (“South Quad, we want your daddy…”)
It’s beautiful in the winter. Although it’s cold but I’m beginning to change my perception. I love winter. I don’t care much for the cold.
As I walked along S. University St., I saw tree branches covered with the clean white snow. The wind blew blissfully, letting the snow on the branches to fall gracefully to the ground. The sight of the falling snow is enough to change my hatred into love. Before this, I hated winter. The cold was unbearable. The feeling was undesirable. The fire inside burnt mightily only to be quenched by falling snowflakes.
Thus, my love for Ann Arbor is nothing but complete. This shall be my heaven. This shall be my home.
