We affectionately call Bay Pointe the "white projects." There are many words I could use to describe it, but most would probably be prohibited by this site. So, let's think of some of the highlights. Maintenance? what maintenance. Bums, lots of them, and I am pretty sure they have a bunch of my laundry. I mean, what kind of homeless person wears Urban Outfitter t-shirts? ESL? Yes, no one at Bay Pointe speaks English because it is apparently the cheapest place for foreigners to come and crap on. Parking is very scant during the summer and if you are not home by 10 on a weekday, plan to park on the street. Smells? Yes, my apartment constantly reeks despite my very clean habits. Every morning I have to run the sink for 30 seconds to clear the sulfur smell from the water. I am pretty sure there is a sewer and fresh water pipe mixed somewhere. Draino? Yes, you will need about 30 gallons a month to keep the drains "functional." My fan doesn't work, the dish washer racks are missing wheels and the machine doesn't do much but waste electricity, the doors don't seal well, and the utter lack of insulation means that I have memorized the sound of every engine ever to run down Ingraham. Have I mentioned the staff? Well, they are the intellectual equivalents of chimpanzees and whenever you ask to have something done, they refer you to their "manager" who is incidentally always on vacation until next week. It's so bad that if someone knocked on my door and left a lit bag of pooh, I would likely run back into my apartment hoping to find something flammable so the whole place would get torched. Other than that, not a terrible place to live. It is, afterall, resort style living ... if you lived in a third world country.