Duty log I picked up duty phone at 5pm, began my office hours at 6pm to 8pm. During this time span I received zero calls, nor did I receive any office visits. I began my first round at 8:05 after my office hours to discover housekeeping room 3005 slightly opened. I knocked on the door, received no response.
“Log number 17: We have been lost for 10 weeks in this tundra, if anyone is hearing this then we are alive and I published this with my other log dates,” I chattered, while writing. “ What are you talking about?” questioned my pal Tom, but he goes by SANS. I replied with, “ I’m writing my 17th log date, you know I talk to myself when I write.” I have made 16 other log entries and he still questions me about this. But my cousin Sunnshine, my friend SANS (Tom), and I have been stuck in this stupid tundra in the middle of Greenland for 10 weeks, with limited food, freezing temperatures, and the University (the building we work for) completely forgot about us, go figure.
Listen my grandchildren, to the story of my past, the good and the bad, how your grandfather and I met, and the cruelty of the world around us. It was the date November 9, 1938. I was playing at my best friend, Rebecca’s house. Her house was a part of her father’s shop, which sold everything from shoes, to toys, to makeup, to clothes, anything you could ever imagine.
My legs would shake, my stomach would be in knots, everyone looking with anticipation, waiting for the plunge, but I couldn't compose myself to produce. Some little voice in my head kept convincing me to turn around and run. I sat on the sidelines, watching everybody else having the fun, playing the games, and doing the diving. Even kids that were younger than myself were swimming. I felt like such a failure, until one day I decided that nothing was going to stand
When I was six years old, I would not let go of my dad when we first entered the pool for the fear that I would drown. Now I am seven-teen years old and I fear not being fast enough. Swimming is my passion, and my life, but this wasn’t always the case. Since my high school doesn’t offer a swim team, I sought a team outside of my school district. After finding that Banning High school offered an after school swim team, I joined their swim team around the age of twelve.
offering the reward to the board, another way to delay the task at hand. While we never find out if the dive occurred the mere challenges faced and overcome to reach the diving board are a great accomplishment in
Chapter 3 – The Second Secret Overcome Your Fears Many beginners find it hard to improve because they are afraid of being drowned. While this fear is understandable, you need to control it if you want to progress as a swimmer. You have to be comfortable every moment that you are underwater. This chapter will discuss some tips and simple exercises to help you overcome this fear. However, let us start our discussion by listing the main causes of this fear.
In this season, I swam three times a week at my local indoor pool often forging seventeen laps a session. Not bad for a sixty year old. I was ready for a swim and confident that I could keep up with the boys. I began to make my way to the end of the Pier where the boys were. The water was clear and although I could not touch the bottom I could see the sand below me.
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.
My journaling consisted of me writing in a composition book a couple times a week. I also made a things to do list every week so I could see the work that was due that soon. It was a way to prioritize my assignments. During the week I was focused on my classes for state and on the weekend I had had to work on my class for city. So I felt like I had no free time because once I was done with one assignment I had to start another one.
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 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
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.
If you have decided it is time to teach your child to swim, but he or she is so afraid of swimming pools and other bodies of water, it can be best to ease your child into embracing water before lessons begin. While swimming instructors can work one-on-one with your child to help ease fears, if your child is taking a group class, then it is best that he or she get past this fear and actually be ready to learn swimming techniques when class begins. You are also your child's most trusted adult, so your child may also conquer this fear more easily with you then with an unknown instructor. Follow these steps to help your child eliminate his or her water-fear, so they can be ready to learn floating and swimming techniques while having fun instead
I had a fear of water since I was a child, but somehow managed to take a risk and dive. You know the feeling of being underwater? The bone-crushing pressure of gallons of water envelops every inch of your body and sinks into your lungs, your brain, your heart. While you remain remarkably void of feeling, the fullness of defeat dominates your mind until all that is left inside you are the remnants of the sea’s terrors. Underwater, there are no sounds from the outside world - no cries from those you have wronged, no professions of love hidden inside for too long, no vicious words flung ruthlessly at your feet from the glares of passing strangers.
