Descriptive Essay On Swimming

For this essay, I am going to be discussing the short story “Swimming” found on the New Yorker, and written by T. Cooper. I have chosen this story for many reasons, and among those reasons is the personal sadness I felt when I first read the story, almost as if the universe was placing a certain theme in my life, that only the main character could possibly understand. I am talking about running, the god given instinct felt by all men, inherent in the nature of fear, and brought out in all who feel sadness in its full intensity. Though in my short life I can not compare the sadness I have felt with that of losing a child at my own hand, but if I had been placed in that situation, if fate had tempted my soul with such a sequence of events, I would like to think I could find the strength to endure and the courage to not abandon all I had previously known. Yet I am able to reconcile the themes of grief, the mode of recovery, and the longing to escape such a terrible tale. I think in this piece, as I will discuss in later parts, the author was able to put into words a transformation we rarely get to observe in closeness, the kind of transformation that turns a kind man into a “just man” the kind of death that turns this world from a beautiful and happy place into a world that is closing in on our main character, that is forcing him to surface temporarily and gasp for air, much like he does when he finds peace in the water, wading breath after air, after sea. I firmly believe that

“Get up now,” My mom yelled down the hallway. “Hurry or you’ll be late!” My brother and I dreaded waking up early to swim, but we had chosen to commit. Even though I’ve competed every year since first grade, I still struggled. That summer swimming taught me to have stamina, the ability to not quit even though it was hard.

In Frank Perry’s 1986 film adaptation of “The Swimmer”, Cheever, Neddy, an upper middle class man who decides to swim across his neighbors’ pools home only to discover that his house no longer belongs to him and he is no longer a part of his family, is characterized as a very suave and robust man. The first scene of The Swimmer emphasizes Neddy’s vitality by the ways in which the camera encompasses Neddy’s body and that of his friends, the addition of two characters as well as additional interactions between Neddy and the women in this text. This contrasts the characterization of Neddy in the short story in the sense that Cheever’s Neddy is not presented as this sexual and aggressively masculine figure.

I think we all have a beautiful place in our mind. Somewhere where we can go and get away from our everyday life. A place where we can just go and have a good time and forget about everything we left behind. That place for me is Assateague Island, Maryland. I have only been to Assateague Island two or three times but I for sure would love to go down again, sometime soon. The experience that I had down there was amazing.

I’ve always loved water, ever since I can remember. Jumping in, splashing around, a cool chill rushing over you. It's almost like you are weightless, carefree.

During my collegiate years of school, I want to make them my personal growth period. My academic plan includes an architecture major that will allow me to become a suitable urban planner/architect. In the pool, I will be a dynamic swimmer, as well as a positive and encouraging teammate. As I constantly grow physically and mentally through my college swimming career, I will become well diverse in freestyle events from the 50 to the 1650. Being a college athlete, I know the responsibility and commitment in which is expected of me. I will pursue to honor myself, teammates, coaches, and the school I attend, both on and off the

The Geelong College boys swimming season began in Term 4 2016, and it was evident within the first handful of Saturday competitions that it was going to be a good year with many successes. The season was filled with commitment and enthusiasm, with majority of our team attending many hard and physically demanding training sessions being set day and night, Monday to Friday. With the help and dedication of our coaches Dean Alchin and Mitch Norton the college swim team was ready to take on the GISSA swim competition where we competed against various schools from both Geelong and the Bellarine. The boys swam to the best of their abilities and gave it their all taking away second place overall. Numerous personal bests were swum and it was shown that the boys were ready and pumped to take their swimming to the next level and show what a strong team the college had produced this season at the APS swim finals set at MSAC.

At the ripe age of 18, it was my last year swimming. Sadly, it was also my first. The idea to start swimming came from my boyfriend, who had been doing it his whole life. He thought it would allow us to have more quality time together. Even though I started swimming to spend time with him, I grew to really enjoy the sport and I wanted to get better and better each time I hit the water. I ended up getting really good really quickly because the sport came so natural to me. Although it was my first year, I was already competing in the City Meet, and I wanted to do my best because I knew that it would be my last chance to race.

“If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.” Hearing the whistle, I immediately dove into the water. It was just a typical afternoon swim practice and the regional swim meet was almost here. We’ve been training and practicing all season for this event. Every afternoon after school we would go to the YMCA pool to practice. I’ve been working on long distance swimming, such as the freestyle 200 and 500. The night before the regional swim meet arrived, and I happened to get sick. I felt weak, stiff, and exhausted. There was no way I could do well in any event that was going to occur the next day. I took some medicine and had some tea to try and feel better. Nothing really helped. All there was to do was hope. The next day arrived… feeling sick

Wherever I travel, inevitably water plays a part in the itinerary. The Trevi fountain in Rome, the canals of Venice, the crystal clear lakes of

     "The Swimmer" by John Cheever describes Neddy Merril's "swim" home. Neddy is a husband and a father, he is also a drunk. The story encompasses about twenty years of his life of alcohol which ruined not only him but also his relationship with his family. One day after waking up with a hangover he drinks a little and decides to swim home. It is obvious he is a drunk because he is constantly searching for a drink on his swim home.

In 2014, the population of the United States was 318.9 million. Of those 318.9 million, 44% do not know how to swim.That is 140,316,000 people. This is a much higher number than I think many people would expect. Learning how to swim can be difficult, but the benefits are abundant.

I felt the sun scorching my neck as I paddled away from the beach. The sky was bluer than blue topaz, the ocean was warm and wet. The aromatic ocean air drifted to my nose. I noticed that I seemed to be slower than dad and our instructor. Instantly, I started to paddle faster. I looked at the ocean, its majestic beauty that seemed to be hidden until I experienced the ocean for myself.

This research paper is about learning to swim well, and it includes some important recommendations and warnings about swimming. Learning how to swim or improving swimming technique can in fact be an enjoyable experience. This research specifies step by step how to swim without any problem. People will learn that by practicing progressive swimming exercises with the proper mindset they can learn each swimming stroke step by step, quickly and have fun. The important thing about this paper is that people need to learn to be safe in the water for whatever situation might happen in the future, and that learning to swim can bring about self- respect, discipline, and confidence.

It all started in the humid YMCA aquatics room. I was only about 4 or five years old. Back then, I wanted to be like everybody else, in other words, I wanted to be "cool". If you have ever felt this way, read on.