I was halfway done with my 300 yard swim to pass the prerequisite to be a lifeguard. I finished The nervousness was effecting my stomach. I stumbled out of the pool and over to trash can. Where I lost my last meal to that can. I noticed that my vomit was red but i didn’t have time to think about it I had another test to complete before I could go home. That is to tread water for 2 minutes not using arms. I start my head is bobbing in and out of water. My mouth opens and I start choking and I am done. I failed the prerequisites to be lifeguard. I was 16 towards the end of my sophomore year of high school no more than 2 weeks of school left. I had started preparing for lifeguarding in January. Lake James Christian Camp lies on the shore of …show more content…
The first paragraph explains how that went. So when I returned home my mom asked me if I still wanted to be a lifeguard for camp. I answered with “of course” I thought about it and said to myself I made a deal with the camp to fill that position I felt like I was disappointing My mom and the camp managers. So my did some research and found another class in Cleveland. I had some relatives who lived in Cleveland who were visiting that week.
This side of my family eats very healthy. So when I got there and guess on rethinking the week I was sick ever since my first lifeguard test. I blamed being sick on was my body flushing itself of all the bad stuff I have been eating, I had a couple days in cleveland before my lifeguarding training began. So I rested and recovered reflecting on my summer. I was over my head with sports and commentints. I enjoyed the relaxation.
A couple of days later my uncle drove me to Cleveland State University. I wondered into their recreation center seemingly lost. I like small towns I don’t do big cities the people the rush the impersonal side of not really getting to know anybody because you will probably never see them again. It made me nervous and a slight fear of everything not knowing how they would
There is much more to lifeguarding than Wendy Peffercorn leads on (Sandlot). Between the bloody noses, well developed ten year old girls, and fifty year old men who fancy the young lifeguards, a lot goes into consideration when trying to decide what pool is right for one to lifeguard at. Although all lifeguard jobs may look the same from the outside, the differences are apparent to the employees. In the Joplin, Missouri area the two main lifeguard employers are Joplin Parks and Recreation and the YMCA. Both of these organizations are respected by the community, but they each have their shortcomings regarding pay, schedules, and the environment.
The rest of that day, we explored the places that are in Winston. I 'm happy that I move here because I have more friends then I had back then but I still go see my old friends
It was fear of the unknown. But that fear had quickly dissipated within the first hour of shadowing Frankie. I came to the conclusion that I was on the right path towards a career that was ideal for me. I love conversing with people and getting to know all about them.
It says in the background essay that you miss your family and are concerned about your aging mother. I have great concerns about my mother and of course the rest of my family. If things start looking better with my family and friends I can always sign back up latter. This reason is causing me to leave because my mom is getting elderly and needs my care. Also because I need to get in touch with my friends again and have a party.
and again I went to summer camp but this time I could only go to one because JCLC collided with the date of COLP and in my opinion COLP is the better camp if you want to learn how to be an officer and I was placed in a position of “Senior Ops” so I was assigning the duties of the day to the other operation officers
If you want to know the value of a second, ask a hopeful right before sign drop. Drill team girls from all over Texas and even out of state have high hopes of becoming part of the future line of The Kilgore College Rangerettes. Every year the competition gets tougher and the girls hoping for a spot on the prestigious drill team are becoming more competitive and stronger dancers. I was one of these girls who decided to take a chance and endure a week long audition and hope to see my tryout number on the sign in Dodson Auditorium on July 17, 2015. Unfortunately, I was not one of the girls chosen for the 76th line of Rangerettes.
The only place that I have ever resided in was Miami, Florida so moving meant that I had to go to new schools and meet make new friends. Surprisingly, I made friends with people within the first two weeks and they are still my close friends going on three years. Despite having made friends, there was always a void in my heart. At school, I would sit in class wishing that my father was still alive or that I was still living in Miami.
Throughout this past week, thanks to Alabama Action, I have discovered the true meaning of a “servant’s heart” and discovered that when like-minded people get together, we can make a huge impact on the community. Servitude is something that is incredibly close to my heart and this week was the perfect introduction to all that the UA Honors College has to offer to help find ways to leave my mark. Coming into this week, we were just a large group of kids from every corner of the country – joined only by our desire to serve and our love for the University of Alabama. But, in just a few short days, we became a community of thinkers, leaders, and dreamers who formed bonds that will last throughout these next few years and beyond.
In that room I honestly felt like an outsider for a long period of time I felt like the only hearing person in the room. If not everyone in there was deaf, then 90% of them had to be. I was so nervous for no reason. For example, when I
Last year I moved from Guttenberg to Manchester, which moved me from Clayton Ridge to West Delaware High School. The whole move was a speedy process. Before we moved I only knew 3 people that attended West Delaware and out of those people, none of them are my age. I was upset with my parents for putting me in the position of leaving all my friends that I had finally gotten used to, to move somewhere where I didn’t know anybody. A rush of emotions were coming onto me; fear of losing friends, anger and resentment towards my family for not telling me until they had already bought the house, but also excitement because I would be starting all over again and meeting new people.
My nerves from the first class unexpectedly came rushing back. These students grew into great swimmers, but I knew that the depth of the water could petrify them. The first few students were able to swim back up with little to no effort, but the last girl lost her footing and slipped into the pool and couldn 't resurface. I froze as I saw her struggling to swim and breathe. My mind quickly flashed back to the time I jumped out of my tube and almost drowned.
I leapt from the diving board my rescue tube in hand, the air whooshing past my ears and adrenaline pumping through my veins. With a resounding splash, the swimming pool’s cool crisp water surrounded me. As I tore through the water, I looked up and saw the victim, a young woman in her twenties. A wide eyed, terrified expression was on her face as she sank underwater. I swam towards her body with all of my strength
Personal narrative Depression can be a monster and destroy the lives of people, but in my case it help me express my emotions better by helping me be more honest with myself. Depression has never been alien to me. Since middle school I have danced with the devil. I do not know what triggered it then, but it was mostly likely hormones. Despite that ever looming sadness over my head, I was still doing well in school, at least as best as I could do, I still hung out with people and I was still social when I had to be.
When I stepped up to the block, I saw a few swimmers with the same striking blue and red swim caps as me at the other end of the pool, but didn’t think anything of it. During the race, I could feel my limbs growing sore and my lungs aching to breathe normally again. Above the deafening splashes of water around me, I picked up a different sound: cheers. “Go! Go!”
I mean maybe I just didn’t realize my face was a nasty looking ball. After staring at myself for a couple seconds I went back to the pool. I got back in, finished my