As my friend and I were desperately trying to find any club to join before Friday’s deadline, we came across a club poster that resembled commonalities that we both had: United Chinese Language Association. We decided, why the heck not, to take a visit down to 9-155 VC.
It was like nothing we have ever seen: a room with good and lively spirit! It didn’t matter who you were, you couldn’t resist but to be happy. Being not happy made you the alien of the pact. Although I had to make an early dismissal, I knew that UCLA was something special.