Sami Eisenhofer Final Narrative States Everybody was bundling up scurrying around trying to keep warm. It was a cold morning, in January. The only light we had were the morning street lights off in the distance, and the fante light of the moon. I stood in front of the entrance of the Penn State College Pool. My mind filled with thoughts,and different emotions. I was most of all nervos. This was my first state swim meet and the other girls in my relay were faster than me. I didn't want to be the one that let everyone in my relay down. All this was running through my head when the man came and finally opened up the door. Everybody raced into the warmth, to only get cold again when we got into the pool. I went to my team's bench,dressed in my fastskin,and overtop my super girl outfit that all the other girls decided to wear. As my friends began to file in I began to feel calmer. After waiting over an hour and a half it was finally time to go up to the blocks for my relay. As I stood behind them I actually realized what would happening to me. I was about to swim to …show more content…
Since we all had breath this time, we again screamed and rejoiced. We went over to the line that all the relay girls made. We stood there in silence waiting to see what place we got overall in the state meet.” In first place,” and that's all I heard before I tuned out. I thought about my race my race. Swimming just swimming, I guess that's why I love swimming so much, it's relaxing I can get all feelings out of my head no matter how mad or sad or nervous I feel. With that Annie shook me. “Are you on Earth?”she said slowly like an alien. ”Yeh, sorry,” There going to announce who is in sixth place.” In sixth place, the relay from RY swim team, Lexie Eisenbrown.Makayla Arthur, Sami Eisenhofer, and Annie Gou.”The announcer said. ”Wait what did he just say?”I asked “He said we won and got first place! Let's go!”Lexie said eagerly. “All right,”Annie
The world was quiet, all that could be heard was the roaring of blood running through veins and gurgle of air bubbles as they ere released. Light filtered through the water causing it to glimmer. The water encased her like a cocoon, coercing her to close her eyes and relax. Warmth surrounded her, the burning in her lungs building. She knew that dying this way would be easy, quiet. No one would find out about it for some time, but there was a voice nagging in the back of her head telling her to get up. Before she could make the decision as to whether to remain in the warm water or not, strong hands where under her arms, pulling her out of the water and onto the tiled floor of the bathroom.
I hear the crunch under my feet and the smell of the salt in the air. I hear the waves crashing and see the boat coming. With my entire Junior Lifeguard group we jogged towards the south side shore of Seal Beach. The first half of my group had already gone to do boat drops, but it was my turn now. My instructor Jeremy was with us and we were getting ready to swim out to the length of tower zero. As I waded into the water I could feel the shock of the cool, crisp wind blowing against it. Once we got out to tower zero I could see the boat nearing. We floated in the chopping water as the boat was getting ready to help us in. One at a time the lifeguards on the boat would tell us to put our back to the swim step and give them our hands, which were
When I crossed the line I had decided that was the hardest and most painful race I had ever ran. Never had the pain gotten that bad, but that made me a little proud because I knew that I had tried my hardest. Brandon placed 2nd and ran as amazingly fast as he always had. Austin made a huge improvement in time and placed 12th. Sean did not do as well as expected but placed 25th. I myself placed 48th, which wasn’t awful. My time was decent. Justin tanked and he placed 56th. 56th wasn’t bad, but was expected to be much faster than me. Coach was a bit disappointed when we finished because based off of what he saw it did not look like we made it out. While we were back at “camp”, Sean pulled up the results on their phone.
“BEEP. BEEP. BEEP,” My phone alarm went off at 5:30. The sun was shining through my window which filled my room with light and warmth. I groggily got out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom to grab my suit. I ran downstairs to pack my swim bag and eat breakfast. Today is the first day of high school swim. I am as excited as I am nervous. I've been swimming for a while but high school swim is very different. More meets. More practices. More competition. Megan came to pick me up for practice and she and Taylor were jamming out to music in the car the whole way to Appleton West. But all I could hear was my heart pounding in my chest.
Surprisingly, our parents had beaten us to the top and we all stopped in awe, mesmerized by the great waterfall in front of us. My mouth felt like the Sahara desert. I vividly remember reaching for the chilling water bottle that hid underneath the tons of clothes stuffed in my father’s black backpack to quench my thirst. I took off my beaten down shoes and stinky socks covered in dirt from the trail and blood from the blisters on my feet and dove into the refreshing lake. After swimming through the lake for a few seconds, I abruptly jumped out of the freezing water. My toes turned into a blue that reminded me of the blueberry muffins from breakfast that morning. My body shivered as I exited the lake and threw on a warm towel over my shoulders. Gradually my body heat increased, escaping the risk of hypothermia. At that point, I just wanted to go home. My family and I gathered all our belongings and I dragged my energyless body into the large, gray shuttle. The shuttle smelled of sweat from previous passengers. It drove us down a rough, bumpy trail, causing my tall father to constantly slam his head on the roof of the car. After we finally got back to our hotel, we all let off a sigh of
I was having a blast, a whole summer being at home with my friends. Until one day I got more that I bargained for.My friend, Caleb, and I were out surfing one day waiting for the tide to start rollin in. Then all of the sudden Caleb as knocked of his board. As I look around all I could see was the icy blue ocean take the appearance of a battle ground. I remember the scream that destroyed my soul. The shaking of the water coming from a man fighting for his life. I remember the words coming out of my mouth “Hey we should go surfing at Buffels bay today, it 's pretty goddamn rad there”. The feeling of guilt that took over my body, along with the fear of what will happen next. I remember the haunting image of a man missing his leg being taken away by the metal angel we call helicopters. A week later Caleb was alive, but was not left untouched like me. He was missing his left leg from the knee down, he was attacked by a great white shark. This was the moment that my life changed. I could never focus on the nightmare inducing screams, but I focused that how incredibly lucky I am to have walked away from this whole event unharmed. I focused on the fact that two months later Caleb was back into the ocean, something I could never
"The Swimmer." Short Stories for Students. Ed. Kathleen Wilson. Vol. 2. Detroit: Gale, 1997. 278-294. Gale Virtual Reference Library. Web. 29 Jan. 2014.
It was a cold, brisk Saturday morning. We all packed into the big, rusted, old bus, and set off for the race. As we arrived at Kirby Park, I felt a cold chill shoot all the way up spine. I was nervous. I stood up and could feel how badly my legs were shaking. I had the chills, but I was not cold. There were countless butterflies in my stomach just floating around causing tension deep inside of my body. I felt queasy and felt the need to find a toilet seat to rest over. I somehow managed to walk off the bus. I looked up in the gray, cloudy, gloomy, sky and said,
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.
Our first swim meet was held at our pool. The lanes were divided in half amongst the two schools. We had a special warm-up regimen that, our head coach created to help get our bodies adjusted to the water as well as our stretching routine. Both teams had a set of bleachers where we sat patiently waiting for our event to be called. The last event that took place was the two hundred-meter freestyle relay. Since it was our first meet, we were paired up with people in our lanes. When the event got called, I stood up from the bleacher, looked back at my team and started walking towards the starting blocks to wait in line for our turn. Shivering from the cold air that was rubbing against my skin while I was waiting in line. I could hear my teammates from a distance shouting my name as I dove into the pool. I remember that as I drove into the water, the frigid water went streaming past my face and I felt my heartbeat throughout my entire body, thumping. After finishing the fifty-meters, clear as day, I remember the moment when my hand smashed
I dip my toes in—feels cold. My nerves rise up and spread like fire throughout my body while I watch—while I wait. Stomach hurts. All those butterflies clash and crowd. They come every time that I race—it never fails. There is so much noise—the splash of water, talking, yelling, whistling, cheering.
...resence of my parents upstairs, despite the brain scrambling heat of the sauna, I suddenly felt homesick, and realized I yearned to be in my basement. The pitted feeling in my stomach grew stronger as I realized it is not the basement of my childhood that I miss, it is the basement of my fraternity house where Kegs littered the floors like toys and pledges were hazed like the violent was games my youth. I found another cycle came to a close, and I found myself separated from what I had once known. The basement used to be my sanctuary, the place I could dream in. Standing just outside a basement no longer mine while still profusely sweating from the sauna, a crisp late August breeze gently cooled my body. I deeply inhaled the last moments of summer knowing full well that fleeting changes that often accompany seasonal transition were no longer of any concern to me.
I let out a withered sigh, which caused me to choke in the middle of yet another sob. I had had enough. I weakly pulled myself out of the pool and walked to my towel. I grabbed the huge, orange and white stripped thing and wrapped it around my shivering body, hoping to find some warmth and comfort; but even my monstrous beach towel could not cut the chill I felt inside. I started to walk to the changing room past the hundred faces I knew nothing of, but by now were familiar. I had searched each face a hundred times hoping to see someone I knew. Finally, I realized that I knew none of them, and the person I was looking for just wasn't coming.
My Own Narrative According to William Kittredge, “the likelihood of helping readers imagine holiness is the great strength of narrative” (Kittredge p. 25). A narrative is being able to understand a story because of one’s own experiences. As I read through the short stories and essays about nature, I refer to my own narrative. I have always preferred the outdoors.
Finish, Finish, Go, and Go you just set the new world record. Every four years lots of people gather around a pool cheering for Olympians. It is a very noisy place. A lot of Olympians that are part of the summer Olympics are very athletic, they swim all year around. The swimming Olympic history and background is very interesting. They have done so many new things over that past couple of years. They come out with new rules every year to make things more fair and challenging. There are a lot of events and tons of records that have been broke. A lot of Olympians have set future goals to stride for. I was swimming the 200 meter fly I was at a really good time when I had 50 meter sprint left at the end all I could think about was I’m going to set the new world record. Olympic swimming is a very fun sport it is very athletic. Every year in the summer time every one always sits around a TV watching this it is very famous in America. Swimmers from all around the world come and here and compete. There is a lot of competition there I have found out a lot about the history of swimming. There are a lot of events and tons of records that have been broke. A lot of Olympians have set future goals to stride for.