I arrived at Dallas Forth Worth International Airport feverishly waiting to get to Wichita Falls. As I waited outside, I instantly felt a brush of heat encounter my body. I began to perspire. Five minutes later the bus had arrived. As the bus took off, the glare of the summer sun shined bright as day piercing into the vehicle. Luckily, the air conditioners cool breeze was blowing to lower my body temperature. The driver welcomed me to Texas and told me that I should get used to the temperature for a couple more months. As the conversation sped along, he mentioned that it would be at least a two-hour drive to reach our destination. I could not believe this dilemma. After spending ...view middle of the document...
“I am finally here,” I said.
I exited the bus. The glare from the sun created the action in me for my eyes to squint to allow as little light as possible to enter into my eyes. The sun scarred my skin from the heat rays. It felt like my skin was going to leave my body any minute and run to a cooler temperature. The breeze was sparse giving my body reasons to perspire. As I raised my head to the sky not one cloud was in sight. This was unbelievable.
There were many lanes to take to move around this apartment complex. Many unfamiliar faces extending their welcome greeted me. The air filled with birds chirping and accents of the different islands in the West Indies combined made one big melting pot of cultures. The buildings painted with cream accompanied with a red door were the color scheme for each apartment. It was easy to get lost due to this arrangement.
The central part of Colony Park, some students when asked called it “the town area,” is where most of the activities took place. Students assemble here conversing with one another and expressing each other’s viewpoints while they wait on the shuttle bus destined to the University. This assembling area is also where students receive their mail. The apartment number marks the mailboxes numerically so students find their assigned boxes easily. Walking to find my apartment was a task. It took forever to reach, for it was located at the back of the apartment complex named building 15. Onwards, I got direction to what they call a Clubhouse. This is an upstairs and downstairs room. There is an open floor decorated with a red carpet and a bar at the side. The clubhouse is used for various committee meetings and weekend parties.
I exited the clubhouse, and as I continued walking, I sighted a Laundromat not too far from the mailboxes. I ventured into the Laundromat. Before entering into the room, the scent of downy and snuggles brush passed my nostrils. There were six washing machines on the
left side of the room requesting $1.25 while there were six dryers on the right requesting $1.00 on the plastic tiled floor.
I left the room of detergent aroma and ended up by a pool. To my surprise, a sign of DO NOT ENTER was placed on the black cage gate. I peeped over this gate to see clear blue waters. The sun mirrored image glistened in the water giving off a beautiful scenery. I ventured on due to the lack of movement inside. From afar, I heard voices as if a...