Narrative Essay On Water Racing

Karin Knutsen will be heading up the boat design and construction portion of the project and as such is responsible for getting the best designed and built boat to the sailors in 28 weeks.

Roster - A list of names The roster was called out before class started. Emblemized - Representation of something The star emblemized Jesus being born. Flailing - To struggle I was flailing in my math class. Extravagant - Excessive or over the top The wedding was beyond extravagant. Commitment - To bind yourself to an action The man had a very strong commitment to saving the people from dying. Anonymity - To be unknown The writer always protected his anonymity. Ordinary - Lacking distinction or average The girl was not just ordinary but extraordinary. Deliberately - In a careful unhurried manner or on purpose The man deliberately went into the water. Capacity - The capability to perform The man had the capacity to save the people. Dutifully - To be willingly obedient out of respect She dutifully helped the elder man off the floor. Task 2: Writting In Washington in 1982 there was a plane crash on the pentatonic river. A man repeatedly saved other lives in the place of his own. Rosenblatt states “The odd thing is that we do not even really believe that the man in the water lost his fight.” This man had so much courage and faith to put others lives before his. This saying, he had a plan in mind, he followed through with it, and achieved it so he did not lose the fight, he really won, and also shared his victory with others. He gave up everything he had to give hope to others. Rosenblatt gave another point being, “When the helicopter took off with what was to be the last survivor, he watched everything in the world move away from him, and he deliberately let it happen.” One could think he was content with what he had done. He sacrificed himself for the life of another life. This being said, the anonymous man in the water not only saved 5 lives with a humble heart but gave hope to

My parents tell me that I took to swimming like... a fish takes to water. It is a safe place where I can float free of worries. Driven by passion and dedication, I decided to begin swimming competitively. Competitive swimming requires an intense level of determination and discipline. Forcing myself to get out of my warm bed at 5:30 in the morning to put on a still-slightly-damp swimsuit and stand in 40-degree weather waiting for practice to start. Putting up with limited lane space and irritating swimmers who think they are faster. Making a conscious effort to work on my stroke form, turns, touches, and techniques. The water becomes a whirlpool of injuries, losses, wins, friendships, enemies, and sickness. The water becomes home.

Throughout the last two weeks, I have been reading Garth Stein’s The Art of Racing in the Rain. The Art of Racing in the Rain is 336 pages and I finished the book. This book was written from a dog-named Enzo’s point of view. The dogs owner, Denny, was an amateur racecar driver, a dad, and a husband. His wife eventually died from cancer, so all he had left was his dog and daughter. Denny’s daughter, Zoe stayed with her grandparents and mom while she was dying, so Denny could continue to work and his wife could be with her parents. After his wife’s death the grandparents thought it would be best if Zoe stayed with them because Denny was very sad and they didn’t think he was capable of caring for a child. Denny was not happy with that at all

Early last spring the mail about the annual Donner Lake triathlon. When I set the school I was fearless and excited lying in bed that night I knew the preparation would be both physically challenging and mentally drained but I had a month to prepare myself. And I was determined the week after school was out on May 21, 2016 my family and I went up to our family cabin which we affectionately call the lake house. Driving up to Donner Lake I was filled with excitement knowing that this summer I was going to prepare for a triathlon as we descended down from the top of the summit I could see the sun shining on the Bluewater making it sparkle and the beautiful tall mountains filled with cream for a good smelling Pinetree's as we approached our small little brown cozy Lakehouse.

When I was five I joined a swim team, District of Columbia Parks and Recreation (DCPR). At that time every swimmer was Black which was an anomaly even for the chocolate city. Diversity eventually came about three years later when an Asian and a Croasian swimmer joined the team.

The Art of Racing in the Rain In The Art of Racing in the Rain, Denny, Eve, and Enzo were characterized by the major roles in filling this great novel with action, emotion, and drama. Many people can learn many things from this book, whether it be good or bad. It was filled with life, death and new beginnings that played a crucial role in the story. Denny showed his determination and love for his family throughout the story. Eve showed the transition from life to death in the most beautiful way. Finally Enzo showed how precious life is and how much you can learn on the way.

When I saw cover of this book at first time, I couldn’t find any relation between a dog picture and the title of Racing in the Rain. But as I read the story, I found it and liked it. In a situation that Denny and Enzo were racing in the rain, Denny said, “Rain makes your mistakes even worse, and water on the track can make your car handle unpredictably. When something unpredictable happens, you have to react it.”(39). Rain implies Eve’s death and something unpredictable implies the trial for custody of Zoe. As he said, he could set his face about it properly. It is common saying that a rainbow appeared after the rain. I like this phrase and I thought the end like a rainbow. That’s why I like this story. This story tell you about

Many wonderful Friday evening dances were enjoyed with my one and only black-haired girlfriend. The cost for the evening totaled thirty cents: five cents car fare each way to the Sioux City Boat Club in Riverside, plus two five cent ice cream sodas at Phillips Drug Store on Pierce Street. The evening ended as I walked the young lady home to 1211 Nebraska Street (the streetcars stopped their regular schedules early in the evening).

This weekend I covered the Damariscotta Pumpkinfest and Regatta for the second time. I still love seeing all the different pumpkin art in front of businesses, watching the regatta (despite cold rain) and photographing the parade.

Personal Narrative: White Water Rafting I remember a time in my life not too long ago when my family and I went white water rafting for the first time. We had been spending some of our summer vacation at a cabin in the Smokey Mountains, close to Gatlinburg, Tennessee.

     "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

Kayak The other day, I asked Ruben how he knew he loved his girlfriend, Amy. I asked him because-surprise-I'm upset about how you won't tell me you love me. I know that you don't want to cheapen those words by saying them too often. I get that, and I understand, and I respect you for that. But what you don't understand is that I need to hear those words come out of your mouth. I need to hear you say them with conviction. I want to feel needed and loved! Anyways, Ruben said he knew he loved Amy when he realized she could make him the happiest person on the planet, but also the most miserable. Well MJ, I'd just like you to know that you have made me the most miserable person ever. Flashback to lunch today: my mom was trying to have a conversation

SPLASH! and GOOOO! Seemed to be the only noise I could hear, but I wasn't the one swimming. Why was I there? It seemed like everyone I knew was swimming but I was here with a broken nose. This was one of the saddest days ever and felt like nothing was worse than not swimming. I was just hoping someone or something could cheer me up. It was a sunny day at Woodley Gardens pool and it was my first year on swim meet. When I was 6 during the summer of 2010, I was at the pool for a swim meet that my sister was in but I could not swim because I had broke my nose. It was a very warm day with a little bit of wind. It was very shaded where I sitting because their are a lot of trees at my pool. I was new so I did not know anyone. I was just sitting there doing nothing I was bored out of my mind. I had nothing to do, I really wished to could just swim. The doctor said maybe in like 2 weeks. Suddenly, the strangest thing happened to me, two girls came up to me. I was kind of scared for some reason. I had no idea why they were coming up to me.

A SWIMMING ADVENTURE By Misty Moore Awaking early, I decided to sit on the screened porch and watch the Florida sun come up. Within a very short time as I sat there, the sun peaked on the horizon as it gradually awakened from its night of slumber. The dew sparkled like diamonds as the sun's rays tenderly caressed the grass.