Life Experience In Life

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.

Things are going fine for the newlyweds, well almost. Skye is pregnant, which is nice, the morning sickness isn't. With cold weather setting in, she has been using her schools swimming pool for exercise. As she is about to exit the pool, the school's lady volleyball coach, Blair Huxsford, informs her that she has reserved the pool and has to leave immediately, she doesn't even let Skye shower of change clothes. The next time she goes, Skye is sure to check that the pool hasn't been reserved. With her goggles on she is about to start her laps and see that something seems to be at the bottom of the pool. She dives down and finds the body of Blair on the bottom

Tick-tock, another second goes by, can’t breathe. Looking at the bottom of the pool while swimming, picturing her face as her life slips away. She strips the gas to her mouth, closes her eyes, and I know that I’ve lost her forever. Blacking out, body paralyzed and nearly collapsing. She has taken her life and abandoned me in this world with meaningless dreams of a tomorrow that doesn’t matter. Four more laps to go, I won’t stop to grasp for air. Taking another stroke and pushing forward.

As she reached the end of the first 50m, she flip turned in the blink of an eye and pushed off the wall with her body as straight as a board. Katie was a fish in the pool. Adrenaline pumping through her body, she slipped each arm through the water every time. She imagined her hands with paddles and her feet with fins. Katie was in the moment. As she took the next breath, she could see nobody beside her or in front of her. Everybody was way back behind her. She felt like Dory swimming and singing. She kept swimming away from the other swimmers. She thought of the other swimmers as snails. Katie knew she was way out ahead of everybody.

Audrey loves swimming. To swim every day is her desire.She spends every day in the pool, and she later comes home and takes a shower. However, Audrey didn’t come home after her last day at the pool.

"No! Mom, STOP! I don't want to do it!" I bawled. My face flushed red , tears streaming down my face as I was backed into a corner. There was no escape, I lunged forward with a death grip around my mother's leg. Burying my face into her jeans, I pleaded one last time, to no avail. Still clinging on to her leg, she drags me over the cruel, tile floor. "Take him," she said nonchalantly, "He'll be fine." With an exasperated look she hands me over to my new swim instructor. I was still hyperventilating, overcome with fear of the water. "Let's wash away those tears!" my teacher said with a smile. Before I knew it, I was submerged beneath the water. It was only for a moment but it seemed like an eternity. Time froze, all the noise

Water was not always a fear that I possessed, after all I spent a majority of my summer days at our local swimming pool. Nothing could possibly compare to being surrounded by cold water on a hot summer day except, maybe the smell that filled the atmosphere. The air was thick with the scents of chlorine, sunscreen, and maybe even the occasional evidence of baby oil. Sounds of laughter and amusement had been always present at the swimming pool and as a result, I could never get enough. However, in a direct moment all these simple pleasures

“Finally! They thought I was a joke, that it wasn’t possible but after this night…this night they will see just how superior I am to those pompous fools of the board!” With a cackle he made final adjustments to the contents of the pool and left, leaving a trail of water on the floor towards a small fridge were he brought out a small package wrapped in a dirty towel. He giggled with excitement looking down at the bundle in his arms, “You little one are going to revolutionize the world, we will be written in the history books forever.” He walked back into the pool, gently laid the bundle down in the center of the table and left causing a gallon of dark purple water to spill onto the floor. Walking back to the computer he sat back down and once

The amber glow of an outside street light filtered in through the narrow windows, bathing the pool in a surreal irradiation. The yellow light danced over the still water, creating abstract patterns on the white tiled walls. Most would have found the serene ambiance calming, but for Tom, it was a vision straight out of one of his nightmares. Over time, he’d developed a fear of water, and while others experienced the terror of falling when trapped in the REM cycle of sleep, in his dreams, he was always drowning. His phobia was deep-seated, and he no longer went swimming. But strangely, if he had a life vest, he was still able to enjoy the ocean’s tranquility if he were on a boat. He put the disparity down to his favorite childhood memory, a

All of us have a story to tell. Something that separates us from others. We may have similar experiences, but what makes us different is how we handle them. In my life I have cherished memories, hopes for my future, and heartaches that may never leave. Life can get complicated, but it’s all about figuring out who you are and who you want to be.

Racing into the polar water, they dunk their entire bodies before sprinting back to the beach, screaming like little girls. However funny it may be watching the boys squeal like babies, I begin mentally preparing myself for the torture that awaits me. I can’t possibly be the only one who doesn’t play along - I don’t want to be that wussy girl. Following suit, a few girls run in and out, shrieking and laughing as they bolt towards the sauna. Finally, the instructor himself rushes past me at top speed for the water and douses himself. Laughing all alone, I realize I am the last man standing. Sporting my big rubber boots, jeans, 2 sweaters and raincoat, I gather one last deep breath before I sprint at full force towards the freezing body of water.

I looked at the pool and thought how nice and relaxing it would feel on my skin. I stepped backwards 5 times and ran as fast as I could. I jumped, I felt like I was flying for a second.My feet hit the water. “That was so fun to do. “C’mon Lex jump in”,I said. Then, my sister jumped in.

Swimming pool with its AstroTurf, “love umbrella’, deck chairs recreates the dream world of a beach – even if it’s all artificial and unreal, like any dream - Never the less it’s a wonderful dream and we get pulled in. Let’s have a dip, of course not in these clothes - It’s a license to get undressed. After all we are here for a swim, and see the abundance of blood red lipsticks and saxophone solo in the background.

I was born in Guatemala City, Guatemala. I like to think that I’ve been blessed to experience so many different cultures, lifestyle, and diversity in Guatemala City amongst its people spending the first 6 years of my life and then moving to Belize. The change from only speaking and hearing Spanish every day to learning English after moving to Belize was a struggle. A struggle that I am so thankful I went through now because that made my transition much easier as I got to further my education to where I am now; a proud graduate and Alumni from the University of North Florida.

A long time ago when I was probably about five years-old my family and I were living in Fullerton, California. At the time, my mom and dad were both working and it must had been summer vacation because my older brother and I weren't in school. Also around this time is when my little brother Nethaniel was in a wheelchair with two cast on his feet. See Nethnaiel was born with Club feet, which for the people who don't know what it is, it is when basically you're born with your feet bent. It’s really hard to describe and explain but that's how i've always been told. He had seven surgeries at such a very very young age. It wasn't fair. I remember it was really hard for my parents financially and emotionally. I was really young to understand i just knew his casts were always blue because that's his favorite color; except this one time he got white because they were all out of blue.He was so upset he wouldn't talk to any of us at all so my dad had a great idea and got a whole bunch of sharpies and drew all over it and if you know my dad you would know he is a perfectionist and an amazing artist. My little brother has the american flag little notes from my dad saying he rock with a rocket drawing right next to it, it was so cool looking I actually jealous.