Narrative Essay About Swimming

It’s windy turns and sleek edges provide the perfect ride. The patio gently scrapes the people’s feet as they walk on it. The large diving board terrifies some while brings such joy to others. A girl once hit her head on the board. Her friends and the lifeguard had rushed into save her.

For example, The author provides a look into the physical training as well as the psychological training for the two swimmers as they try and make the olympic swim team (Mullen 1). The author does a wonderful job describing everything that happens during the training of a swimmer like the review said. For example, "Mullen skillfully details exactly what the swimmers are feeling and think and Sports fans and anyone who has trained for competition will find this book enjoyable" (“GOLD” 1). The author perfectly describes what is going on in the swimmer's head while they are in their ruthless training for the Olympics. For example, The book features two boys, one trying to trace his father's path to Olympic glory and one trying to walk away from everything.

Ian begged the narrator to join him in the ocean, so he could go further out. Initially she refused, but the boys enthusiasm eventually won her over. As she waded into the ocean she caught sight of her husband not-so-subtly watching the volleyball girls. Her mind became occupied, but was snapped out of it by a startling realization: she and Ian were being pulled out to sea. The narrator immediately put her body to work, swimming as hard as she could and telling Ian to do the

It made me tired, swimming in the trough, and I turned and swam out to the raft... After a while I stood up, gripped with my toes on the edge of the raft as it tipped with my weight, and dove cleanly and deeply, to come up through the lightening water, blew the salt water out of my head, and swam slowly and steadily into shore. (Hemingway

Like time had stopped yet moving so fast. The words I spoke felt unreal and the steps I took felt non-existent. I looked ahead of me and all I could see was white sand and the beautiful ocean rubbing up against it. My friends and I put down our towels to go swim. Sydney, my friend, and I went into the water first.

That experience taught me a valuable lesson about being realistic and figuring out what would be the best decision for my life. However it didn’t end there. As you know I never give up and even when I’m told to stop or I’m not good enough I still keep going. My coach texted me about a week later and told me he made a mistake and he would want me to be on jv. That season for jv I started out from being cut, then being the very last guy on the bench, to then working my way up to be a starter for some games and getting lots of playing time.

Jerry has matured greatly during the course of the story. he wanted to impress the other boys by swimming through the tunnel they all swam through. So he told his mother that he needed swimming goggles. So she took him to the store and he grabbed the goggles and ran back to the swimming spot to attempt the long swim through the tunnel. He practiced every day learning independince from his mothter.

I could taste the blowing wind on my face. It was a lot of fun and there was also big waves everytime. People around me were playing games with a ball. Others were just drowning each other. When the sun was starting to come down I got off and went back.

Finally, we see that these colors are coming from an oil spill on the bottom of the boat, “Until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go” (lines 74-75). In this moment the fisher experiences a sense of realization and victory in her mind, an epiphany. Each of the colors represents the pieces that comprise the decision of letting the fish go. The colors serve as the stepping stones for the fisher to realize the heroic character of the fish.

On this week’s Latin weekly test, I finally received a grade I can be proud of. There were days that I almost broke into tears studying Latin or doing homework question with Latin tutor or the professor. It’s something, a sign of improvement. But for me, every time something good happens, unluckiness knocks at my door. After days of feeling stomachache and unable to even sleep at night, I missed two morning classes today because I was exhausted from the pain.