Let me share my description paragraph from class.
I frequently visit a health club in Time Square because of their pool. As you enter the pool area, you are greeted with the smell of chlorine. It lingers like smog over a town. In this inevitable chilly environment; the water evaporates into the air, forming elflike figures dancing on the surface.
For the unaware ones, the dark water contains both children-urine, old hairballs, and sometimes even bodily waste. Despite the lighting from the side of the pool, the dark water will not reveal its secret until morning.
Several deckchairs and fake palm trees, as well as other plastic accessories, surround the pool. The deckchairs are occupied by men pretending to read magazines—while in fact—they are actually trying to mask their head-to-toe inspections of the young women laying under sun struggling to achieve an appearance of a grilled chicken.
The pool has four lanes: Slow, Fast, Fast and intermediate, and intermediate. These are occupied by wannabe swimmers struggling to stay afloat. In the fast lane, it is not uncommon to find big buff men, who think they own the lane. These have a habit of degrading others in the lane, especially if these others are of opposite sex, by either telling the lifeguard or kindly ask them to leave. Occasionally, however, they become degraded and humiliated by a girl barely half their size. She uses a discrete way of catching up on her victims and repeat this procedure until their self-esteem is crushed. Her palms can cut through the water like swords, and each stroke is stronger than the last; forming waves after her as she rapidly approaches her victim. She seems to be in a state of almost weightlessness as she flies through the water like a shark after its bate. Breathing each third stroke, she easily catches up with her target; conquering and forcing him to leave the lane.
To the right side of the pool, there is a staircase leading to the hot tubes. These are inhabited by individuals, who find sexual excitement when the stream of hot water rushes through their private areas. These individuals continue to perform their act despite the glass windows facing the cardio machines.
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/Ann
During class, I and Janne found out that the swedish band "The Ark" was preforming nearby campus and decided to go to the concert. Unfortunately Jannes friend didn't get in, so we couldn't go. Anyway, instead we went to this amazing halloween parade with all kind of costumes, both homemade and bought in the store. The thing that struck me was the incredible creativity some of the americans had. Like this guy who was the Birdflu. He had like a doctorsrobe and birdshoes and as his belt he used cautionbands. you know the yellow one they use when they have a crimescheme.
And the thing is that, this is so different from Sweden. People there don't dress up and walk around public with it. (Like that Spiderman with the cute bumm)
I guess you can say that americans are intrepid. at least more than the Swedes. :)
Though I will probably bring this back to sweden and force all my friends to dress up on Halloween. muhahahha :D