Random Scrap:
The orientation session for international students of College of the Desert marked the official beggining of school end the end of summer. I had been quite looking forward to it. Apart from occasional trips with Kamil outside of Palm Desert, local bus trip to Palm Springs with my new Polish roommates or visits at the nearby mall there was not much to do. Byran, my new landlord, tried to be as helpful as possible taking us for grocery shopping or correcting our English wherever he detected bad grammar. We would also hang out at Kamil's place whenever possible, sitting by his swimming pools enjoying the warm nights. Night was really the only time when one could enjoy the outside so I would sometimes take Kamil's roller blades and ride around the neighbourhood - the college of the desert was just five minutes away and there was also a small park outside. I started understanding the meaning of those balmy nights the the college brochure was talking about. But the truth is that we spent many of the days sitting inside the living room with the blind closed watching TV and drinking Jack Daniels with Coke and slices of orange.