Descriptive Essay On Chlorine Water

“Regan,” says Sam, our new head coach, pointing at me. “Lane five.” Walking over to my lane, I tried not to fall over with exhaustion. The coaches put you with people who they think swim your pace, and generally lanes five and six are typically for the fastest swimmers. They worked about double of what everyone else did, and they were expected to be the best. I definitely didn’t think I was one of those people, but apparently Sam did.

You’re lining up now!” You turn and look at the whiteboard, and sure enough, a big 19 is spread across the top. Although it pains you to do it, you remove your heated, comfy layer of sweats, exposing your newly formed goosebumps, and head down to the pool. When you arrive at the table, a woman checks off your name and tells you to sit in the fourth chair down. It’s only been an hour, and the woman looks as though she has been working for three days straight. You don’t recognize either of the girls sitting next to you. It turns out that the girl to your right is from Watertown, and the girl to your left is from Cortland. You strike up a conversation with the girl from Watertown, and it turns out that you have a lot in common. Gradually, the line would inch forward, and you would be stuck sitting in someone else's chair, in which they had left a pool of water in, so you resort to sitting on the very edge of the chair. About two races before your own, your coach walks by, and starts talking to you, knowing that you are very nervous. “Don’t worry about it, you will do fine! Just remember, the faster you swim, the faster you’ll be able to dry off and get warm again.” You nod and laugh shyly and continue to anxiously wait for your race.

I dove through the cold currents, feeling my hands create an opening through the water. I closed my aching eyes and let the water submerge me, pulling me in. The sun cast shadows on the floor of the pool, shifting every now and then. I could feel the warmth of the sun as I swam further. I sighed, deeply content.

Standing behind the starting block, I began to turn my head in both directions, eying out my competition. Standing behind lane four, I began to see who was seeded ahead of me. Seeing Her I began to shake girl standing behind lane three was Maya, my friend and the fastest swimmer on our team. Every chance I got to race her, I always messed up, one way or another.

That afternoon, on the Shoshone River in the mountains of Wyoming, might have been my last. In hindsight, I knew the raft was going to overturn. Having looked downstream, I saw the imminent threat of the canyon wall. The raft guide yells “ALL IN,” but the opposite occurs. The five of us are tossed to the mercy of the waves. I do not recall hitting the wall; the only memory I possess is looking back and seeing nothing but crashing waves on every side of me. Our entire crew was out of view.

I opened my eyes at the bottom of the deep end and saw water swirling around me. “How in the world will I ever reach the top?” I thought. I repeated Emily’s words in my head, “You can do this, Clover, You can do this Clover, You can do this, Clover!” I did what years of swim teaching at Daland had taught me. I pushed the bottom of my feet against the bottom of the water.

Chlorine has 17 protons, 18 neutrons, and 17 electrons. It's atomic number is 17 and the atomic mass is 35.45. Its symbol on the periodic table is Cl.

Our refreshing day at the lake was now a day of oppressing heat. Despite the more than warm weather, I had not exercised at all that day. In an attempt to get in a little of the daily exercise recommended by my soccer coach, I swam to the neighboring buoy. The buoy was about 50 feet away from the boat dock. The swim was not far, but it was far enough to make me breathe hard. It also made Katrina, Madison, Lauren, and Olivia, who had followed, breathe hard. Behind them, closing in on the buoy, were my mom and two younger brothers slowly paddling on their floats. About 6 feet from our destination we drifted upon a shoal. The shoal was rocky, muddy, and algae-ridden. When the filthy red and green mixture of algae and mud squished between my toes I cringed and refused to lower my legs

My body slowly responds as I become aware of my surroundings. My fingers curl around soft bed sheets and I vaguely hear the sound of clinking pots and humming. To get away from the sound, I turn my body over and get a face full of couch cushion. For a second, I can’t breathe and I’m transported back to the horrors of my escape. Paul’s hands are around my throat. Glassy eyes staring up at me in a pool of red blood. I’m choking on floating hair, dead limbs, and water. There’s so much water I can’t seem to get a breath. If I go to the surface I’m dead. Water swirls around me and then all is black. I sit up with a gasp of air.

It was a cold October day. The closer I came to the fogged up windows, the faster my heart would beat making my breath quicken. I step into the locker room to prepare for the pool. As soon as I step out the humidity hit me. I’ve been scoping out the competition for a few hours now and they are good. I say to my friend” I sure hope that I don’t have to race against them” . Then my name gets called and what do you know I have to go against a state winner and 6 more excellent swimmers. Suddenly my number gets called.”Swimmer's step up!”.My heart racing. Adrenalin pumping. Me trying to calm down so I can actually go. “ Swimmers ready?”...The whistle blows.

The first whistle blew and I knew it was time to get up on the starting block. It was blue with “BOISE Y SWIMTEAM” written in white. There were silver poles on the side to push off of for power. Second whistle and the pale older man with snow white hair saying “take your mark.” Next was the sound every swimmer hopes not to imagine too early for a false start. The time for the buzzer had come. The buzzer went off and all of us were off the blocks in one sudden push. This was my most important race today; the fifty freestyle. It is a short one but time is everything. As my stone like body hit the water, I felt a pile of relief. I knew that I would have to earn this race.

The stretch was facing the ocean on one side, and dense greenery of the island on the other. He and I stepped off of the ship and swam our way to shore. After years and years of strenuous workouts to win in all the water races at Greece, it all came down to one race that determined my life and journey ahead. Without a word we stepped up to the water, for it is a well known process of start. My adversary and I stood up to the start while another guard walked out and took his position on the shore next to the water to announce the start. He signaled the start with a loud, absolute “Ready!” and soon after emitted a shrill screech from his throat. I leaped into the water and stroked with all my might, clawing at the water with a touch of gracefulness to propel me forward. I gave swift glance to the right but did not see the guard next to me. I momentarily wonded whether he is far behind me or far ahead of me, but there was no way to tell as the extra looking will slow me. I felt the end come near, my muscles begin to burn, a soreness that seemed to make my arms feel heavier. Then my arm hit the wall. I took my head out of the water and immediately looked around, and was surprised by what I saw. Aegean guards standing, lining the water's edge, they all said at

As I was staring at the blue and white tiles on the floor, I felt the fear in body pressing me down. I turned around to see that my friend was pointing towards a piece of paper taped to the brick wall. He advised me to get ready to put on my swim cap and goggles because my swim event was coming up shortly. The event seemed quite easy, the only problem I had was the pressure that had built up inside me. All the previous thoughts were stuck in my head, making me

The constant wind brushing my face was a clear indication of how fast we were going. The boat sliced through wave after wave like a giant surfboard. Gold tendrils of hair whipped around my head, refusing to be tamed. As we neared the dive site, we all started suiting up and strapping on our gear. The sun was so oppressive that I knew the cool water was going to be a relief. While we prepared, the dive master took out a dry erase board and mapped out the

“Come on guys get together for a picture!” This is most likely what my mom said right before she snapped this picture of my brothers and me in the water on this year’s vacation to Silver Lake, Michigan. As we smiled I’m sure both of my brothers, Jason and Nolan, just wanted to get back to playing in the water as they were before. My dad was probably off drink in hand relaxing and soaking in the rays. Ella, our dog, though was definitely barking and being a pain in everyone’s behind. And me, I was probably annoyed at yet another picture my mom needed to take. However we smiled all happy to be in our favorite place, enjoying time together, and relaxing.