I woke up that morning and was a little excited, but didn’t realize I was shaking, no trembling with fear. Fear that I wouldn’t pass the Beach Patrol test. I had been working hard for the past two months running swimming and the occasional row here and there. I packed an old worn beach towel, you know the one towel that looks like it probably should be thrown out, spare shorts, my favorite pair, ones that fit me just right, and slick dark SPF goggles in my bag, you know the expensive ones that cost like 50 dollars. I didn’t want to bring ones that would fog up or fall off my face this is the Northern Atlantic Ocean we are talking about here, not some stupid little pool we are talking about. Plus it’s June that water is going to be COLD, just …show more content…
Whack! Whack!”, you would think after 16 years of walking in flip flops I would be able to walk down stairs without almost falling on my face. I reached the bottom stair and it let off a big “creeek!” and I was on my way to the kitchen for a nutritious breakfast. “Well, what do I want?” I said to myself opening the pantry. I thought, Maybe we have leftover waffles in the refrigerator. I walked over opened the refrigerator and there they were. The wonderful yellow holy circles. I looked at the magnificent box in all its glory “Eggo”. I took four out plopped it on a plate and threw it in the microwave. I could smell the wonderful smell before they were done, but the wonderful day dream wasn't so wonderful when I realized it was later than expected. I took the waffles out quickly drenched them in syrup and shoved them in my face. One of my old Lifeguard friends was outside BEEP BEEEP! “Camon’ I gotta get to work and you’ll be late. I really wasn’t that late we would make it there with 20 minutes to spare …show more content…
Just last weekend the June water was cold enough that my muscles tensed up so much that I had to stop swimming. Also even though I’m on the swim team… well I ain’t the best let’s just put it that way. I was really bugging out about the swim. I forgot to talk to my mom so I took out the phone and dialed the number. Told her about all the people who already failed and how now the competition is smaller. And told her how nervous I was about the swim, she told me you need to get past that mental block and I promise you’ll be fine. Well at that time the last person came in from the row, and now that means it is almost time for the swim. “Alright! Here’s the deal!” Lt. Wagner explained, “You run down to that lifeguard stand and into the water, swim out to the flag, come back to that stand, and run back here.” My heart is racing already. I’m not even in the water yet. Denis comes over and says “You’re not getting last, ‘cause that place is mine.” Summer chimed in trying to raise my spirits, “I won’t be that far ahead of him so you bound to not get last or second to
Forty hands shot up pointing towards the bottom of the old twisty slide following the long dreadful whistle no one ever wants to hear. Two other lifeguards and I jumped up off the shaded break bench and rushed towards the scene with the heavy backboard and AED bag in hand. The routine save played like a movie through my head as I arrived. I stopped. I knew from there on out this wasn't going to be emotionally an easy save. It wasn't a child who swallowed too much water or an adult who got nervous because they forgot how to swim, it was a fellow lifeguard, a friend.
This past summer, my family and I went on a cruise to the Bahamas. We had just docked at the second port, Nassau, and were preparing to exit the gigantic ship named the Carnival Fantasy. Once we got to the city, I noticed it was bustling with people of all different backgrounds and cultures. The roads were narrow and some even hilly. I remember coming to the conclusion that a lot of people in the Bahamas must have road rage what from the blaring car horns I could hear around every corner. My family and I were walking along the sidewalk, glancing into shops as we passed them. The weather was unbearably hot, but growing up in South Carolina allowed my family and I to push onward with our adventure. The sun burn on my back started to pulsate in pain any time the sunlight hit it, so we decided to stick to the side of the buildings that provided shade.
The first thing I heard was Virginia Beach vacation, and then in excitement I ran and got my stuff and started to pack. The part I was most excited about was that the hotel is a beachfront hotel room.I was so excited because I love the beach and I really wanted to go back to the beachfront hotel and stay there. I went there when I was in second grade. I have gotten to go there a few times since second grade, but I did not get to stay there overnight.
My stomach feels like a rock trying to sink me down to the bottom of the pool. I hear the long whistle signaling me to step up onto the block.s. I step onto the creaky blocks and get ready. Adrenalin rushes through me ready to propel me into the water. The announcer tells us to take our marks. A few short moments after, I hear the long beep which signals me to dive into the water. I hit the water with a graceful splash. The bitter water shocks my system and then sends me into an all-out sprint. I race through the water trying hard not to look at my teammates next to me. As I get closer to the wall I see some of my teammates cheering me on. It feels as if their cheers are propelling me through the water. When I fling into a flip turn I glance at my competitors and I can see I am in front. I push a little bit harder and hit the wall with all my might. I look up at the scoreboard and see that I got first! My legs feel like jello as I get out of the water. Some of my teammates pat me on the back and say things like “Good race,” or “Nice job,” I mumble thank yous and continue on my way to talk to Coach. When I get to my coach she looks very surprised which startles me a bit. “Wow!” She exclaims “I'm really glad I got to see what you can do! Great Job Becca,” My coach says while patting me on the back. I head off to hang with some of my new friends. Even though I was so nervous in the beginning I know
So we all headed to the pool. To go to the deep end, I had to take a swim test. I didn’t want to take a swim test in the first place, but I had to. When I swam across the pool I did well. It was treading water that I knew I couldn’t do.
The indoor training gave me the necessary capacity, but I didn’t expect the conditions could be so harsh in the ocean. Unlike the “smooth” warm flow in the pool, the cold and bitter seawater choked my throat and burned my eyes. Keeping my head up looking for the direction, I would lose my speed. Keeping my head down to swim faster, all benchmarks would disappear into the overwhelming vastness. I gradually developed the experience to keep both speed and direction.
I got home and began thinking about my options to make my life a bit more interesting. I went through the usual options of having a nice vacation in the Bahamas, moving to a new country, or just getting a new car; yet, they all fail to peak my interest. I wanted something extravagant to happen, like a zombie apocalypse or a nuclear war, for all I cared. I began surfing around the deep web, looking at all the illegal things it had. Then I saw an advertisement on the screen, “Is someone causing a problem in your life? Hire one of our special members to take care of them.” My interest was piqued. I clicked on the ad, only to find it was a ‘hire a hitman’ website. Then, out of the blue, I had an amazing idea to hire a hitman on myself. It would
When I stepped foot onto Aruba’s beaches they were breathtaking. With its bright white sands and crystal clear water, it felt like I was in a postcard picture. The sands felt like walking on a cloud. The water was crystal, and the fishes were glistening from the sunlight. The weather is splendid. Each day was a cloudless 80+ degree weather. Aruba's known for their nice beaches for it is on most, if not all travel guides. You can see the whole island from the top of a lighthouse. The sunset is marvelous from that view. If you glance the horizon line from the beaches, you can see Venezuela. The sunrise was like orange, bubblegum, and blue raspberry sherbert. As I scanned the jewelry store, the gems were alluring. The restaurants come
A new day has begun. Slowly ascending into the cold dark sky, the sun glows vibrantly with delight. The passionate colours fill the sky with warmth like the pink grapefruits, zesty lemons, citrus oranges and cherry red. The sea so subtle sparkles preciously as it strolls up against the shore. The crystal water that stretch out far into the horizon gets darker and deeper but stays very calm.
As I lay on the minute golden grains of sand, I looked up at the brilliant sky, adorned with flashes of pink and orange and purple, mirroring the colours of a flawless seasoned apricot. The goddess-like sun’s face is being embraced by the demure navy fingertips of the skyline.
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It is a cold misty morning at the seaside. The aroma of fresh brewed coffee fills the air, as I pour it in my flask. Today is the day....
I yawned and woke up numb against a gray, mossy rock on a strange, unfamiliar beach. I wondered how long I had slept; my mind was fuzzy, the last remnants of a dream chased away by the realization that I was awake again. It was a nice dream - that was a change from my usual nightmares about my parents - and it was something about sitting in a big, leafy oak tree in a meadow full of yellow flowers with butterflies and birds. The details were fading fast even as I tried to recall them. With an internal sigh, I allowed my brain to focus, and listened to my surroundings.
The sand was so hot. Scorched by the sun. I didn’t know how much more my feet could take. Then came the squishy, dark sand. Almost there.
I use any excuse to walk along the ocean, especially alone and without my phone. The wind blew cold air, but the sun’s warm rays kept my body at a perfect temperature. It was three in the afternoon and I was calm.