Personal Narrative Essay: Breaking The Position Of Water

Thoughts of drowning run rampant in every man’s mind on that boat. At dawn, the men decided that their only chance is to row toward the distant shore again and swim when the boat finally capsizes.

On September 1, 2012, I walked into my fifth grade teacher’s classroom for the first time in my life. Mrs.Cullen was standing in the front of the door with open arms ready to welcome her new fifth grade students. As I made my way to my desk and sat down next to Charlie Schutt and Quin Timmerman, I got the feeling that middle school would be a time of talking to some of my best friends and cruising through classes. As the school year progressed, and classroom seats changed, my thought of how Middle school would be changed as well. On the first day Mrs.Cullen explained our schedule, Homework detentions, and demerits. After about fifty questions, she sent us off to our first class, and the first step of our Middle School journey. The fifth grade

The water splashed as I entered the freezing pool of water. I swam to the other end, flipped underwater, and pushed off the wall. The flow of the water against my skin felt as if I was breaking through a bubble of air. The movement of my arms and legs led me all the way to the wall at the other end. This was my passion. It was what I loved to do at the time. Previously, I was on a club swim team, all the way up until school season. I was anxious all day waiting to get back into that pool.

Introduction: -The athlete sits on their board, arms dangling in the cold water . Anxiously waiting for the thrilling sound of the horn to signal the start of the competition . Although I have never actually surfed , I still enjoy watching it and hope that I will be able to have the experience one day. -My interest in surfing began right after I watched the movie soul surfer .

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 a wave crashes up against me, I realized these waves aren’t that bad and I do have a certified instructor keeping me safe. The instructor had me paddle onto a couple of the waves just to get a feel and to know the correct time to stand up. In my head I hear the instructor saying over and over, “You’re the queen of smooth.”

Swish, swish went the water as my hand glided swiftly through the surface. I use and kicked as hard as I could filling like a speedboat that finally reached top speed. I could hear the cheers of my teammates shouting” Go Lauryn Go!!!” And then disaster struck, Boom. I’d hit my head against the wall, coming in a little too quick to hit the flip turn. For me, everything stopped. My head was spinning, my legs were shaking, and I was more than a little off balanced. I had never experienced anything like that before. I was always off the block with great, speed determined to win, but this time was different. There was no way I could win because by the time I regained my balance all of my competitors were already three quarters finished.However,

The case is centered on events of the Army crew team’s annual crew season in May 2002, four days before The Nationals, a 2000 meter race where crew teams row for the best time in an intercollegiate competition. The varsity team has been consistently beaten by the junior varsity team, even though, the eight Varsity rowers are supposed to be the top eight performers of the team and the Junior Varsity is comprised of the bottom eight performers. Coach Preczewski’s dilemma forces him to a decision point where he has to decide between three options which are:

Swaying only a bit back and forth while I push us forward with the paddles. The hollow inside of the canoe that's a chestnut-brown, allows me and her to fit comfortably within it, along with other devices. Slithering forward to reach to the scene I wish to desire, I begin to realize the wind creating a stronger force and the dripping of the water from the sky. Drifting back and not making my way forward, we both begin to paddle harder. The waves of the water begin to pick up, and the canoe begins to sway side by side. If it tips, I know we will both have to swim back. The waves hit the side of the canoe loudly, like a rock thrown at a window. My friend eventually thinks she is doing all the work, but then I stop paddling to prove her wrong. Splash, the canoe tips over and you both fall in, because we didn't have enough force to push against the wind and to stay steady. Right when we both reach the top of the water, I shouted, “I told you so,” and we both begin to laugh and swim back to

The shower I took didn't help relax me any, my body was completely frazzled and anxious after this morning events with River. All I could think about was the memory of his hands against my skin, his lips against mine. It was hard to get the thoughts out of my head. Sitting at the breakfast table was even worries, I couldn't focus on anything anyone was saying. My bottom lip was swollen because I was chewing it raw, when I would glance at River who seemed to just keep his eyes on his plate. I would feel my ears burst into flames and I would have to look away before someone notices.

When he feels the wave getting closer he starts paddling faster and harder, in a strong rhythm. As he feels the wave on top of him and the water rising beneath him, he jumps to his feet just as he's done a million times before. His feet reconnect with the board and he regains his balance effortlessly. He is racing down the wave at top speed, the adrenaline rushing through his body like electricity. His heart is thumping in his ears, like drums at a rock concert. The lip of the wave slowly curls over to create a tube. The excitement builds as he crouches down low and braces himself. He feels the wind rushing through his hair and the wave envelopes him in a cocoon of cool salt water. He keeps his eye fixed on the end of the tube, and reaches out his hand, gently brushing against the wall of water that has formed around him. The water feels cool and refreshing on his fingertips and he finds it hard to imagine that something so calming could create such power. The pressure of the tube is slowly building, like a volcano about to erupt into an overwhelming flow of red lava. The best part of the ride is still to come. The moment that he lives for, the final rush of adrenaline, the climax of the surfing experience; the

Your stomach is churning, while the butterflies inside are beating away. You feel like throwing up, but nothing comes out. You feel anxious standing on the block. Your legs shake with the fear of what will happen in the next few seconds, but for some reason you have never felt stronger. Your heart feels as if it will lunge out of your chest as you wait for the horn. You feel your feet leave the block. While the icy water cascades your body, feeling as if you had been shocked. Then all at once the butterflies leave, the shaking desists, and you feel nothing but power. Your body becomes one with the water, your thoughts hush to a silence. Each movement more graceful than the last. You turn your head to size up the competition with each breath. It only lasts about thirty seconds, but to you, it feels like an eternity. One wrong move and the lead is lost. One great flip turn and your lead is untouchable. Every second, every half second has never meant more than what it does in this moment. Then you finally touch the wall, turn to the scoreboard to see you qualified for leagues as well as first in your heat. This is the life of a swimmer.

I remember seeing plants that have not been watered properly at my grandmothers’ home. R.I.P to my grandmother, my mother still waters those plants this very day. I remember seeing the plants that did not sit by the windows would have withered leaves. I watch my grandmother rotate the plants so that they all could get the proper sunlight. Granny had a green thumb as they say. Do we really know how powerful water is? As I read your post that is what came across my mind, the involvement of water is interesting. Thanks for your post- Whitney, I enjoyed the read, you have got me thinking.

BEEP. I hit the water and began my pullout, which carried me to the surface. I started forward, my kick so strong and my pull so efficient. With each stroke to the wall, I gained momentum, and executed an amazing turn. I looked to see where my competitors were, and I couldn’t even see them. I was that far ahead. I powered to the finish, hitting the touchpad with so my force that it almost bounced off the wall.

The sand under my bare feet is surprisingly cool. I'm sprinting as fast as I can toward the ocean, inhaling the briny air with relish. It's my last day in California and I'm finally where I've longed to be my whole trip. My best friend, Sabrina, is far behind me, carefully piling our things by the steps winding down from the massive pier to the beach side. I spin mid-leap and wave wildly to her. I hear some Japanese tourists laughing at my glee, and that just makes me smile even wider. She waves back and jogs to me, carefully avoiding the flock of angry seagulls I recklessly ran through a minute prior. I gave Sabrina my cellphone to hold since I wasn't sure if I was going to run into the water or not, and she's now filming me with it. I don't know what exactly she's hoping to capture, but I'm glad she's preserving the moment, although I'm sure I'll never forget it.