A Brief History of Exeter, Cont.

Yung J, a.k.a. Bill Jordan, said he remembered the snowball fight like it was yesterday. The hatred between North and South was reignited. A steady chanting of “SPORTS” from the Southerners reverberated throughout the streets instilling fear into the Northerners that hid in their isolated dorms. While the Southerners had the strength advantage, the Northerners enjoyed the terrain advantage. Snowballs were thrown from the roofs of Main Street and Ewald, knocking down the Southerners meatshield of preps. Cars were dented. The hot chocolate ran out. Homework wasn’t cancelled. Despite the brutality of the war, neither side refused to surrender. There was an epic stalemate that lasted seven weeks, but the situation evolved when the students realized that they shared a common enemy: the faculty. Revolting together this time, Exonians protested until Jan Trueman arrived and stunned even the most formidable PGs by chastising them for their failure to purchase bus tickets on time. It all worked out in the end: Trueman gathered proctors from both sides of campus and promised that every year there would be a “low homework weekend” under the condition that North and South side would not quarrel ever again. All the proctors agreed and signed the “Trueman Treaty” which remains in place to this day.

This was the end of the story, and I began to cry. Not because it was sad or beautiful, but because that’s what happens when you’re in the History Department for over 30 minutes. Now that you know the truth, you can go on and participate in your riots and social justice-ness or whatever crazy political movement you kids are involved in.