Steadily, little rustling, the sound of hurried steps trampled the arid leaves. Autumn had arrived, bringing cold winds through my brown hair. I cringed and walked faster and faster, but the wind kept teasing me. The stronger the wind blew, the more the red-yellow leaf blades fell so that the young leaves gradually disappeared. It's a rainy town, Seattle.

"Come on, it's too late," I muttered. As a foreign girl, coming to Seattle for the first time, a new place with a new learning environment made me feel a little surprised and uncomfortable, especially the climate here, very humid and always drizzles. Seattle Central Community College, where I attended. Today was my first day, and I signed up three months later than the rest. It took me a while to find a place to live.

When the drizzle began to fall again, I rushed to the elevator while holding a small piece of paper that told my classroom. By the time I stepped out of the elevator, the hallway was empty. It might have been class time. At my fastest speed, I ran straight to the end of the hallway because that was where I was going to study. Not daring to go to the front door, I fumbled in and opened the back door and crept in, positioning my seat, putting my ass down. Luckily, nobody noticed, so I sighed with relief.