Personal Narrative: Sartell Swim

It was not until art class when the boy sitting next to me asked, “What happened to your arm?” He looked disgusted at the dried blood and flaking skin. My mind raced. My palms began to sweat. Nobody had ever asked me that before.

The time I almost got cut from the basketball team.the first day of tryouts I didn’t come because I didn’t have my physical at the time.but when I got it I was there and lots of people were and only fifteen could qualify. On the first day all we had to do was shoot and show our form. But we did do something a little fun you had to get a partner and perform some moves on him. So the coach said “go” me and my partner which was Robert.

The sound of the whistle jolted me into action. I dove from the block, and a wave of silence crashed over me as I hit the water. For a moment, there was a sense of serenity as I swam under the surface. The spell broke as I rose for air. I could hear everyone yelling and cheering. Tuning out the noise, I tucked my head under the water, staring at the pool’s tiled floor. Nearing the wall, I lifted my head to gather a breath of air before my flip turn to start my second lap. Looking up, I saw five of my team members at the end of my lane cheering for me. With a renewed energy from their excitement, I turned and continued the race. After the race was over and I was out of the pool, I took my hard-earned ribbon and scurried back to where my swim

When we all got out of the pool to shake their hands, I couldn't walk straight and I felt like I had to vomit. That is when my parents and coaches realized that I needed medical attention. I was taken to the emergency room and I didn't leave until 5 o'clock the next morning. My hopes of making varsity as a sophomore were crushed that day.

One day I came home from kindergarden in the spring with a flyer, chatting with my mom in a squeaky, childish voice I said “Mom! Mom! Look at this! Can I join this swim team this summer?”

When I was eight years old, I joined the Shaker Sharks swim team. I was put in the lowest group and struggled to swim even a 25. I considered swimming a hobby at best, not even realizing it was a sport. Two years later, my family and I moved to Solon. I switched teams to join the Solon Stars Swim Club.

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I decided to take a dip in the emerald waters. The problem was that I have an abnormal persistent fear of deep water. On top of that, I had ventured out myself. Nevertheless, the sun struck like an arrow, which forced me into the water. At first, the swimming came naturally, but as the seconds turned into minutes I drew more weary.

The worst was when you could smell the food coming from the kitchen. There was a lot of people at two tables we had pushed together. The people I mostly sat next to where my three friends Derick, James and Nate. They were my three closest at school, I still talk to all three even though we don’t go to the same

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.

One of the students in the program talked about how her face had “erupted” in acne from all the

I was sitting on the bench in the last inning of our fourth game wondering if I was ever going to get to play when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see my coach gazing down at me. He gave me a sly grin and said, "get a helmet, you 're on deck. " I had to swallow my shock. I jumped up and hurried over to the on deck circle.

It was a cold and cloudy day after school. I was in the stands waiting for baseball tryouts to start. The coach came and talked to us and said “There are only 20 spots on the team.” I looked around and there were more than 40 people trying out. So I had to try my best in order to make it.

My heart was beating so quickly I could feel it in my throat, sweat was running down my face and all I could see is the stadium full of people clapping some with smiles and others with straight faces and then I remember looking at the judges table and felt like my blood has somehow run cold and my heart seemed to still increase with speed. I glanced at the judge's face for one second because we were not allowed to look at them but there faces were embrained in me even if I just glanced at them for a second. They had the straightest faces no response, no satisfaction, almost like they were bored. This competition is what I lived for what I waited for and what I worked so hard for and in the end I fell apart on the most important day of my

My feet started to descend through the ocean floor, because of the slushy sand at the bottom. The water smelled like a mist of fresh air and seaweed. I spotted three surfers gliding across the tides like penguins, splashing water in my mouth. The water left an undesirable salty taste in mouth, it was horrible. When I exit out of the lagoon, I notice my skin felt precisely smooth as a baby 's bottom.