Swan Dives Are More Graceful
Morning was like death in Montana, most often avoided and never pleasant when it arrived. My skin seemed to freeze to the already frosty nylon of my sleeping bag and all the goose down that lay inside felt clumped together like a flock of frozen geese would if it were stuffed in a nylon sac. The first light of morning crept through the weathered tarp that draped the pole shack. The light then pleasantly began burning “Good Morning” on my retinas, something to this day I have trouble looking past. My father lay next to me stiff and unaffected by the beams of fiery death that sprayed themselves across the planks we slept on. I lay awake and unprepared to accept the day’s demise. I knew the sun was impersonal to all manner of work and torture and without a doubt that is exactly what this day held. Hours upon hours of listening to oldies and slaving away hammering, cutting, sawing, and freezing my poor teen age ass to the bone in order to finish this pole
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The first roof panel went up with a struggle. The tin had it own agenda and managed to slip off the side of the roofing almost taking my father with it. Being that he had escaped the glamorous life of a Chris Reeves by just a few feet he decided to make himself a makeshift harness by nailing a piece of rope to the roof and tying it around his waste in place of a safety harness. This is when I would have been rethinking my game plan. “Maybe it isn’t a great idea to build a crappy cabin in the middle of nowhere without the necessary safety equipment?” Or maybe something to the effect of, “I’m going to die, I’m going to die, I’m going to die!” But, surprisingly, I don’t believe either of those crossed his mind considering he just kept laying his body out over the edge of this awning attempting to screw a thin piece of brown tin into a piece of flimsy ply
You may watch survival shows that broadcast people surviving in the wilderness, but you may not know that they will be okay in the end, because they have a camera crew and supplies. Now think of them if they didn’t have protection. In the novel by Gary Paulsen called Hatchet, a teen named Brian Robeson was exactly in that predicament, except for he crash landed in the middle of the Canadian wilderness with nothing but a hatchet that was gifted to him by his mom. Brian had to learn from his mistakes to increase his chances of surviving, and Brian had to change his ways to make things better. Brian figures out many crucial things that will save him in the end, and two of them are the most important in my opinion.
So now it's time to say, "goodbye!" Table of Contents Under the Southwestern Sky Wintery Sight My Christmas Dream Skiing Adventure Panoramic View A Winger Solitude The Songbird Old World Charm
“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.
WSTC formally known as Wayland Swim and Tennis Club isn't just a swim club to its members. It serves as a summer home for them. The light brown curvy pathway leads directly to the old wooden sign in tabel. The table has lost a leg, but it still stands there every year welcoming anyone who reaches it. Names are etched into the table from years prior adding a sense of charm to what some might call junk.
Never Shall I forget that night, the first night in camp, that turned my life into one long night seven times sealed. Never shall I forget that smoke. Never shall I forget the small faces of the children whose bodies I saw transformed into smoke under a silent sky. Never shall I forget those flames that consumed my faith forever. Never shall I forget the nocturnal silence that deprived me for all eternity of the desire to live.
Look around the room ,do you see anyone who looks the same?You shouldn’t, no one is the same. The things about me are different from many other people I like to dance, I love vegetables, and I I also hate liars. The first thing you need know about be is that I’m a dancer. I am really competitive dancer. I have been competing since last year and ever since then I’ve been pushed.
On Saturday, September 9th, I went to the Enabling Aquatics session at the YMCA in Santa Rosa. I went from 10:15 to 12:40. When I first got to the YMCA I met up with the main coordinator, Kelly, who gave us a tour of the YMCA on where to go and where to sign in when we first arrive. We got in our bathing suits and then we went into the therapy pool (which is a 4 feet deep and 95 degrees), filled with volunteers and students who had disabilities which ranged from autism to cerebral palsy to someone with physical deficiencies. I have worked with children who had disabilities in the past but I haven’t worked as much with adults.
When I was 12 years old, I made it onto a cheerleading worlds team. Essentially, if my team got a bid, we would get to go to the Cheerleading Worlds competition at the ESPN Wide World of Sports Complex in Disney World. I am a part of the competitive cheer community along with 3.3 million other athletes in the U.S. alone. My teammates and I were ecstatic and could not wait for this moment to compete. Our team name was the Cheer Eclipse Comets.
“Wade in the water. Wade in the water, children. Wade in the water. God’s going to trouble the water,” the slaves sang as they did their daily work. Link
“NEVER SHALL I FORGET that night, the first night in camp, that turned my life into one long night seven times sealed. Never shall I forget that smoke. Never shall I forget the small faces of the children whose bodies I saw transformed into smoke under a silent sky. Never shall I forget those flames that consumed my faith forever. Never shall I forget the nocturnal silence that deprived me for all eternity of the desire to live.
I choose the Drowning children moral dilemma. If i was in this situation i would personally save my niece first, If my daughter looks like she can hang on and doesn't look like shes about to drown. I would chance getting my niece first knowing i have a good chance of saving thee both of them. Also knowing that my daughter have more experience and knowledge about swimming and my niece barely knows anything about swimming and looks like shes about to drown. i would definitely go for my niece.
As the poem continues, H.D. introduces “a red swan” (3) with “red wings” (3), “darker beak” (4), “purple down/ of his soft breast” (5-6), and “coral feet” (7). H.D.’s use of colors, such as red, purple, and coral, to describe the swan deviates from an ordinary swan. These exotic colors reveal that this is not an ordinary swan, but a creature higher than itself. In fact, the
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.
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.
A Time to Get Away I feel the bright, summer sun beating on the back of my neck. The smell of pine needles and insect repellent hangs in the air while water rushes around the granite rock that I am standing on. The Nova Scotian woods are filled with an orchestra consisting of chickadees, woodpeckers, warblers, sparrows, crows and squirrels. I draw my arm back, thrust it forward, repeat twice more, and then cast out my lime green fishing line.