Reflection Paper On Swimming

Junior year of high school I had reached my limits and had become clinically depressed. I had no interest in school, and I had considered quitting my schools cheerleading team. I felt alone and underwhelmed with where I had imagined my life was going to go. My dream was to become a state champion with cheerleading and to place in the top 10 at the National High School Cheerleading Championship, I had already made amends with the idea that it was an unreachable goal. I had completly given up. Ready to quit, one of my teammates had taken notice in my dismissive persona, she had also brought it to the attention of the rest of my team. They began to push me harder then they he'd ever pushed before. They helped me realize that I was great again.

In The Swimmer a short story by John Cheever a man named Neddy Merrill decides to swim across every pool in the county naming his route the Lucinda River after his wife. As he goes on this journey some of his neighbors are nice, some show pity, and others show distaste for him. Throughout the story Cheever gives subtle hints that Neddy is disoriented as he doesn’t remember key details of things that have happened to his friends in the area. At the end of the story a disoriented Neddy reaches his home to find it empty, with his family gone. Cheever uses this short story to critique the way of life in the upper class suburbs of America that contributed to the social demise of Neddy Merrill

When I was 13 i moved from Decatur Il to the city capitol of Indiana (Indianapolis) hoping to get a better life in education and sports.All my life i dreamed of me going to a big college and becoming a professional basketball player later on in my life.My mother told me it will be a lest likely chance you will become a pro basketball player in a city we used to live in due to our “reputation”. Once We Got To Indiana I was sad but i was excited at the same time,Thoughts ran through my mind like “are the students are going to like me”?,”Will i become an outcast”?. I went to this private school in the central of the city named Lincoln Jr High. Once i got there i was focused on my grades and basketball that’s all i thought about. Once basketball tryouts began i reported to the gym

I have always been told that I got blessed with my genes. Everything I do athletically just comes natural to me. I have had the opportunity to play multiple sports whom of which I have had success in. In all of the sports I’ve participated in I have loved soccer the most and track is just the most natural sport for me. I’ve played soccer for over half of my young life. Soccer just makes me happy when I play. I have also been blessed by being average at soccer too. I didn’t do well my 9th grade season so coming into being a Sophomore I wanted to change that. I worked hard in the off-season and I became a varsity Captain and I finished the season 3rd in the area for assist and was a 2nd team All-District player. I was proud of myself but i knew I didn’t give it everything I had.

Proposed by Joseph Campell in his book A Thousand Faces, there is a certain archetype that stories seem to follow. This framework is called the Hero's Journey. Elements of his theory are evident in The Swimmer, a short story written by John Cheever about the journey that Neddy Merrill takes to find his way back home. Campbell was studying myths when he came up with the theory, but it is applicable to most, if not all narratives today. The Swimmer is a short story where we see the protagonist, Neddy Merrill, go through the Hero's Journey.

Our school was never very good at sports and only about five girls would be cut. I was jittery the day that the varsity roster was to be posted; I wanted nothing more than to be part of the team. After classes ended, I walked to the athletic board, where the varsity roster would be posted. I anxiously scanned the list for my name. I scanned it again. As my eyes ran over the page a third time, my heart began to sink. I hadn’t made the team. I was one of five girls who were cut from the varsity team. In a daze, I went to practice. Instead of focusing like I usually did, I went through the motions. The five of us who made up the junior varsity team had a separate practice with the assistant coach. After the sting of failure finally faded, I began to work harder than before. I showed up early to practice and stayed late every day. Every weekend I spent at least two hours on the field practicing. I was determined to make the coaches regret putting me on the “JV” team. As the season ended, I didn’t stop working to become better. Any day that was not too cold, I could be found on the field. When spring came, I joined the soccer team, hoping to improve on my endurance and speed. Over the summer, I spent at least two hours every day running and practicing. When the field hockey season rolled back around, I was ready to show off my skills and make the varsity

At tryouts all I wanted was to be on that team. All I thought had to do to reach my next goal was work hard. I remember walking down that back stairwell, full of students, rushing to get to the clear front doors of the school, where the list that my goal depended on was surrounded by my teammates. I used my height to my advantage and peeked over the crowd. My anticipation was quickly crushed, though, by an all encompassing sadness of not making the core team, but secondary one. That sadness quickly morphed into an unbridled anger. I was angry at myself, my teammates, God, but especially my coach, who I would later find out made promises to parents from the past season that their children would be starters. I never let the anger show during that forgotten season, I made some good memories and grew closer to people I thought I couldn't, but that anger was bottled up and needed escape. I needed revenge and that came in the form of club volleyball. I made the top team, and grew exponentially as a player, even playing on an older team for nationals. I came back ready for that next school season. I walked into the air conditioned, orange lighted, smelly, old gym full of confidence. I could do anything and no one was going to stop me from reaching my goal. I did make the core team that year. My goal I’d wanted for a year was completed and yet left me feeling unsatisfied and wanting more. These memories block out many others I’ve made in a wonderful six year volleyball career. It has formed me into the volleyball player I am today and that unsatisfied feeling gave way one of my next goals now, to play volleyball for a collegiate program at a division one school. But the only way to get that dream, as I have learned so many times, is work hard, pursue what you want, and never let anyone decide your fate for you, because if they do, it won't fulfill the goals you have chosen for

Olympic swimmers in Rio vandalized a gas station and made up a cover story about getting robbed at gunpoint. They were very drunk and got violent. The gas station employees have videos of them running to the bathroom after the olympians ran out. The swimmers ran to the cab and the driver wouldn’t drive away, after that someone ran up with gun and the swimmers sat with arms raised. The only reason they had the guns pointed at them is because they wouldn’t pay for their damage and items. They publicly claimed they were robbed. There was a start to an investigation on them. When they were about to get on their planes to return home they were detained. The swimmers didn’t have matching stories and all of their valuables were not taken, so officials

My favorite event was the 200 freestyle because it was a long distance event. I also loved this event because I am always very close to the Junior Olympic Cut. A J.O. Cut is a time that automatically qualifies you for a certain level if you swim fast enough. My chance to swim the 200 free rarely came because we didn’t have swim meets all of the time. I was having a whirlwind of emotions. It was like I couldn't quite decide on one. For a minute I would be nervous, then the next minute I would be excited. I wanted to talk to someone so I walked over to my friends, ready for a positive pep talk.

     "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.

This past summer, I had the opportunity to coach our local swim team and earn a substantial salary from contributing my time, 5 days a week. This was the perfect way to earn money, during my first summer having the ability to drive, because of the enjoyment that I received from teaching five and six year olds how to swim. Successfully completing my junior year made it effortless to forget about all of my responsibilities to come in the future and focus on making the most out of the summer time. From amusement parks to dinner dates with my friends, I did not worry about saving the money that I was making from my part time coaching job. As my busy, adventure-filled summer ended and the beginning of my senior year began, I came to a realization that I had not saved any money and spent the majority of my summer pay. This was an

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.

Going to your first swim meet is cool, electrifying, and somewhat scary for new swimmers. I will be honest, in the beginning it will be nerve-wracking but do not fear if you prepare appropriately and grasp the experience you will be an expert at swim meets fairly quickly. So I would like to give you some thoughts of what to expect at meets, and how to get ready to have an enjoyable and positive first meet.

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.

Watching the screen, many children and adults are glued to the swimmers that race each other in the Olympics. The swimmers are young and strong, but many do not know who these swimmers are. Adding on to what they do not know contains the history of swimming in the glorified Olympics. The backstory of this sporting event shows the progression and improvement of swimming because swimming evolved through the Olympics. This includes the beginning, improvement, and modern Olympic swimming sport.