Descriptive Essay - The Swimming Pool

1) I believe that the Underhill’s died prior to them going under the water. I assume the couple’s death was due to dehydration caused by the high water temperature and further affected by the consumption of alcohol. Alcohol potentially effected the couples’ decision making causing them to increase their level of dehydration by staying in the hot tub longer than prescribed.

outside of the hot tub as well as the temperature of the water was hotter than they thought it should

1. The paramedics found empty wine bottles on the ledge surrounding the hot tub, and the bodies of Roma and Clint Underhill on the bottom of the hot tub. The water of the hot tub seemed way too hot and the Underhill’s had both been dead for a while when the paramedics arrived.

Once the stone was placed, pipes would be laid to remove the water. Although this system worked for a number of years, problems often arose, as a result of inadequate drainage.

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 Midtown Lofts apartment complex pool was closed for the season. The groundskeeper who was making his final round for the week when he noticed something rather someone floating near the shallow end. Horrified he tore across the pool deck and through the courtyard to find help. He found the apartment manager who then proceeded to call 911.

Once we arrived there, there was one attraction that caught our eyes it is called “Poseidon’s Rage”. In “Poseidon’s Rage” there is a ginormous wave that is automated by a machine that hits people and you can either jump over or duck under it. We entered “Poseidon’s Rage” not knowing anything so we were just walking around the pool and a large amount of people had

Workers accidentally destroyed the dam holding back the pond, spilling 3,000,000 US gallons (11 ML) of polluted mine waste water and tailings, including heavy metals such as cadmium and lead, and other elements, such as arsenic,[3] into Cement Creek, a tributary of the Animas River in Colorado.[4] The EPA was criticized for not warning Colorado and New Mexico until the day after the waste

The wall, made up of tiny white tiles, stretches twenty-five yards, along the side of lane one, where I swam at practice every day during my junior year of high school swim season. While at practice, I would always find myself gravitating towards the wall when circle swimming with my lane mates. I found it comforting knowing that the wall was there, unmovable, and constant.

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While everyone else treaded and paddled in the water, I was sent home because I was screaming uncontrollably, holding onto dear life nearly ripping the skin off my swimming instructor. I have never liked being in water. I never went near it. I was even scared of standing on the wooden planks at Pier 39. I was embarrassed when my mother signed me up for swimming lessons again when I was in 8th grade. I was the oldest and the tallest student in the entire group, but I was eager to learn. I took a deep breath and submerged myself into the chlorine-filled water. After three months, I was able to dive and swim in freestyle, breaststroke, backstroke and butterfly

Her crimson hair unfurled, blossoming like a brilliant swirling halo beneath the ripples of the pool. The bathhouse felt cavernous. There was nothing else but the two of them and the water.

Going back to the moral of the story I did it, I had conquered my fear of diving of the block which now is my favorite thing to do, to feel the water hit my skin and for me to just glide half

     "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.

Everything happens so fast. She doesn’t have time to scream before an unknown force causes her to lose balance and she plunges face-first into the tarp-covered pool with a splash. Chlorine bums her eyes as she twists around to take in a last breath before her head goes under. Under normal circumstances, she could’ve gotten out without a problem; however this time, the tarp’s weight drags her down. The plastic hugs her like a cocoon and she sinks like a stone. Panic takes over as she thrashes and twists in a futile attempt to escape.