The race would start at 8:30 and we needed to be ready to help any swimmers who needed us. The event kicked off with swimmers leaving the beach at Sandy Point State Park and all the preparation culminates in the next 2-3hours of idling and adjusting position, like finding the right fishing spot, to stay where we were most needed. There are, understandably, no boats with any moving gear allowed anywhere near the swimmers, so if a swimmer needs help a kayaker tows them out to a boat. Most folks don’t need medical help, they just recognize, like a marathon runner, they won’t be finishing this year. We stay ready and vigilant, trying to stay stationary throughout the race.
As I enter Chamberlin Pines Swim and Tennis club I already feel sweat forming on my head. Mrs. Emerson, my boss, exclaims that it is extremely busy today! She then goes on to ask how my day was before coming to work. In response I answer “that my day has been fairly boring, it has been too hot to do anything.” As I put on my lifeguard pack and my whistle I greet my fellow lifeguards and ask “how is it down at the pool.”
He was devastated to hear that I 'd be practically be missing the whole season because of a basketball camp. Sadly the season rolls around and here I am at the first game with a cast on. Sitting on the bench cheering my team on. Watching them play the game I love, it hurt me like I waited so long for the season to come around. Just for me to be sitting out all season, this is the first time ever I have had to watch the whole season from the side.
When mess got back she exploded and ran towards the jocks hang out which was on the only beach on the lake, but she didn’t get far before a voice startled her out of her rage. “Like the new paint job?” Peter said in a false questioning voice. “I’m sorry, this lake is only for cool kids who are not nerds and little lovebirds,” he said looking at Mess. “How about you go and let us have just one good summer..
Not fifteen feet into their trek back to the launch, the boat motor decided to quit running. This caused my father and Pawpaw John to start tearing the motor apart in the middle of the lake to try and fix the problem. After several hours they were able to get the motor running and make it safely back to the launch. The return trip home went smoothly and they were able to look back on the series of events that happened that day and laugh at their
We also make totally different decisions. For example, we all three of us are one this year-round, competitive swim team. Our coach said that he really wanted everyone to be at this teammates practice, we had just recently, and it was the same day as the cadet football playoff game! All of my friends were going so I really wanted to go, but I decided that I would go to swimming instead. Both of my brothers, on the other hand, decided to go to the football game, though.
Every summer for the past ten years, I have spent time at YMCA Camp Wanakita. Most recently, I began the Student Counselor (SC) program last August. As a part of the SC program, First Year SCs work on physical skills that relate to a future job as a camp counselor, including earning their Bronze Medallion. The Bronze Medallion is a lifeguarding certification that includes a timed distance swim, called the endurance swim at camp, along with training in various water-based injury scenarios, As I was never a particularly strong swimmer, I was understandably worried by the daily two hours of swimming mandated by the SC course, and the final exams for the Bronze Medallion, especially having ignored my brother’s recommendations of preparing for
I cried to my mom the whole drive home, begging her to take me off of the team. She told me to not get frustrated, she said if I hated it after a month she would take me out. I solemnly agreed and pushed myself into another month’s worth of what I thought was going to be hell. I went in with a negative attitude, but I remember walking out of that gym after every practice having accomplished something new. After a few months my jumps got higher, my stunt group had the highest basket toss, I got a back-tuck.
The season started out like any other, one week of pain staking agony and push-ups. The constant workouts, sweat, and two hour practices were completely worth the outcome of my last volleyball season. The past four years of my high school career I spent being a member of the volleyball team. But to me, this is not just a team, this is my family.
but then after I kept riding it I got used to turning and really riding the skateboard. So about the start of 8th grade I asked my parents for a real skateboard because the cheap skateboards break and don’t turn well. So I went to Active Board shop to get a real skateboard it turned out being $200. To this day I’ve been riding it for a really long time.
Throughout the summer, we were in the Southern Division Championship for Summer Swim League. At that time, I didn’t really have a choice but to swim with different coaches at the Southwest pool because I didn’t have a ride to the Rainier Beach pool. I regretted choosing these events to swim. “Why didn’t I choose something else?!” I thought, both
I have no idea how I maintained somewhat still as I felt like screaming and pulling my thick hair out. It’s as if “stupid” was written in bold red letters across my damp forehead. From my vantage point, I can see the classroom full of people staring at me with mixed expressions. Some were amused, others were irritated, and a few expressed pity. I once again sat there on the orange tile clueless of what my teacher was asking me.