Personal Narrative Essay On Swimming

“You two, get the ball down the pool and take a shot, just make sure it’s inbounds, don’t worry if you miss the goal, Kenzie will get the rebound.” My coach has barked these orders on numerous occasions throughout the year and it has never failed to give me a little thrill inside. As an athlete that tends to go unnoticed, getting acknowledgement in such an offhand way is pretty exciting. It shows me I have a place on the team, a job that my team depends on me to do. Water polo is a very difficult sport.

I had been working hard and really felt like a part of the team. The first real challenge I faced was trying to live in the shadow of my older brothers. Who both had success in their running careers. It was the third race of the year and I was running in the varsity race against our conference rival. To me, this race was a chance to prove I was an important member of the team and could possibly lead the team as captain in the future.

This year the weather and sea state was good, allowing more swimmers to make it to the finish line at Hemingway’s Restaurant on the eastern shore. We were needed by two swimmers this year. They all seem to come aboard with disappointment and resignation and we bring water and a towel and whatever else we have to offer them. Finding a place to sit, they settle in to wait for the end of the race, when our boat won’t be needed on the water anymore and we can take them to the marina where their supporters wait to console and offer solace to them.

Joining the lacrosse team, supplemented by joining the wrestling team and moving away for my first year of college, has helped to me recognize who I am as a person and where I want to be in my life. I wish to become the best version of myself that I possibly can be, and when I

I quickly bonded with the kids in the class and enjoyed going there to talk to them and teach them how to swim; their ultimate goal being to

Colorguard or winterguard is a sport of the arts that can be performed by all genders, and of all ages. It is a performance based activity that utilizes dance movements, hand-eye coordination, technique, and talent. Despite being ostracized sometimes by the ignorant people at school, colorguard has shaped me into a better person through keeping me active and in shape, giving me amazing best friends, and teaching me discipline. Color guard is a strenuous activity that involves a lot of cardio such as running and dancing with flags, sabres, and rifles. Because of colorguard, I was able to exercise to my full capacity even to the point of feeling like passing out.

While I was here, I had so much fun. The first week all the upper-class students made it their mission to bring us out and show us what being on the team was like. Being on the team helped me develop a daily routine, that takes an exceptional amount of discipline to sustain. One way discipline was needed was when I would have to wake up for five am or 6 am lifts. This needed discipline because I would have to force myself to get up at those times.

In cheerleading, we are not a team. We are a family, sitting in one big circle, our toes pointed in toward each other. We were in a room full of people who share a common goal. While we were waiting for our names to be called, our heads were down and our hands were tightly held, and the sounds of nervous breaths filled the silence. Once our name was not called, utter disappointment filled my once cheerful face.

In addition to being the leader of the club, I was also a role model. The youngest on the team looked up to me most. With my new outlook as captain, I was intent on guiding my teammates to success. The joy they felt after placing in a race was only surpassed by my pride for them. As their faces lit up with each win, I saw a reflection of myself in them:

“The Swimmer” is a short story which follows a man named Ned Merrill as he swims home across the “River Lucinda”, a series of swimming pools that form a path to his home. It was adapted into a film titled The Swimmer, which remains quite faithful to the original work, but expands upon several aspects of the original short story. After being unable to swim through the Welchers’ pool due to their property being abandoned, Ned Merrill is forced to cross Route 424, a busy highway. “The Swimmer” follows an epic narrative structure, with Ned encountering several obstacles on his path home. The story is told in a third-person perspective and deconstructs many traditional epics by breaking down the genre into its base components and rebuilding

Three hundred and fifty children under the age of five drown in pools each year nationwide. Two thousand and six hundred children are treated in hospital emergency rooms for near-drowning incidents. These statistics can bring chills down one’s spine. With drowning being such a threat, it is surprising how many guardians of young children dismiss the importance of their child learning how to swim. Survival swim lessons gives infants and toddlers the skills they need to move through the water independently while incorporating being able to breath when needed.

Growing up, I both admired and befriended while assisting in disassembling pool equipment. I enjoy helping others; I found that through my volunteer service, however, a Lifeguard needs other characteristics to succeed. In early spring of my sophomore year, I began training for the physical demands of the Water Safety Training Class and its prerequisites. Through daily practice, I built my endurance to swim three hundred yards continuously.

I turn my head up and take a breath.” That is how Jenna Ward (November 8, 2016) described the feeling of swimming. Everyone should be able to feel the thrill of accomplishing something so important as swimming. Swimming is a life saving skill all people should learn to do. I have a personal experience with the need to know how to swim.

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

and I became one of the captains during my senior year. I learn the essence of leadership and what it meant to be a leader for others. I serve as a role model through my diligence and discipline at not only practices and meets, but also during school. I motivated my teammates on and off the mat through my academic excellence. I am now currently the president of the Filipino student association at Houston Baptist University.