What Is Marilyn Bell's Influence On The Lady Of The Lake

All my life, I have been fascinated with the aquatic realm. It began with my adolescent admiration for the Little Mermaid, and flourished when I joined and became the captain of my swimming and water polo team at North Miami Beach Senior High School. Therefore, when glancing at vimbly, I automatically went to the tab of explore and active outdoor. Just how I adore sitting and spending time reading a book on a day of leisure, being able to devote a day out under the sun and having an adrenaline rush is what ends up being a memorable moment in my book. To my delight, there was a section solely for water sports. As I scrolled through the pages filled with various pastimes, my eyes focused on scuba diving. I am infatuated with the countless tales

It is often a challenging task to embark upon the mastery of a new skill. However, it is important to challenge oneself. If one is not challenged, they will not overcome their fears nor will they achieve their full potential. In “For Julia, in Deep Water,” John N. Morris describes the arms of the swimming instructor as “merciless for [Julia’s] sake” (8). The instructor must challenge Julia, otherwise the fear of drowning will not be real for her. Without that fear and challenge, Julia will not be able to learn to swim.

Having a coach will help your persevere life’s most difficult challenges. The inspiring theme of The Cuban Swimmer is the perseverance of Margarita Suarez as she swims from San Pedro to Catalina island. The source of her perseverance comes from her father, Eduardo. Margarita’s inspirational source is a integral part of the play, without it she wouldn’t have won the race and the play would have been undeniably hopeless. If it hadn’t had been for her perseverance she wouldn’t have overcome the challenge she faced during the turning point of the play.

Aside from his brothers using him as an occasional punching bag, Charlie spent the majority of his time on the beach, which was conveniently located right out back his childhood home. "I remember taking my shoes off the day of summer vacation, and not putting them on again till summer vacation ended" said Charlie. Due to his family home being right on the water, Charlie had plenty of time to teach himself how to swim, and to focus on being a child. He is still very proud of himself, for being a self-taught swimmer, and believes that from a young age, he has always valued knowledge. When asked why his parents weren 't the ones to teach him the fundamentals, like swimming, Charlie answered "They tried, but I was always the kid that wanted to do things on my own." Charlie was never afraid to fail, and always took everything as a challenge.

The late 1920’s were not only referred to as the “Golden Age of Sports” but also “Golden Age of Sports for Women” this is because in these years, specifically the 1928 Olympics, women separated themselves from fans to competitors. In fact, zero medals were won from the women in the 1924 Olympics and in the 1928 Olympics women won 4 of the total 15 medals Canada won. All 4 were either silver or gold. The success of women in the 1928 Olympics inspired the growth of women athletics in schools and in the community back home. For example, Franny “Bobbie” Rosenfeld was a very successful woman athlete in the 1928 Olympics. She won one of Canada’s 4 gold medals and one of Canada’s silver medals. It was women like Franny Rosenfeld who influenced the growth of sports in Canada. She excelled in many sports including track and field, hockey, softball, and basketball. Bobby Rosenfeld had many great accomplishments including five first place finishes in Ontario Ladies track and field, being named Canada’s female athlete of the Half Century, and being an inductee of the Canadian sports Hall of

In 2009, my 9-year old daughter expressed an interest in joining a swim team. After researching the options available, I signed her up for a tryout with a local club, Vancouver Swim Club (VSC). Once complete, Meghan was assigned to the novice instructor, with the suggestion that she swim at least three times a week, and improve her proficiency with the required strokes. Over the next four years, she trained, and improved her skills, while I had the opportunity to grow in many areas in the larger VCS support organization.

The piercing blare of the buzzer penetrated deep within their ears, and with a flash of light, the swimmers dove off their blocks. “The first thing that goes through my head when I dive into the water is to keep pushing myself to the best of my ability,” explained senior D.J. Beebe. “Even if I don't come in first place, I’ll know that I tried my hardest,” added Beebe. The swimmers combined their love for the sport, with each of their talents to create a dominating team. These boys not only used tremendous amounts of physical strength, but mental strength as well. “I keep myself mentally focused by counting each length I swim,” described junior Jarod Morse. “Counting the lengths helps me stay calm, and focused on winning.” It is clear this

While the women’s history did not formally emerge in Canada until the late 1960s, it is important to acknowledge the works that pre-dated the women’s movement. In these early works, authors tended to concentrate on great Canadian women and women in great Canadian events. Key events that highlighted victories for women in Canadian society were the subject of many works, most notably the suffragist movement in Canada. Biographic works were developed on key women that were active in male- dominated areas of society, including political, legal, or economic spheres. Historians like Mary Innis, Margaret Stewart, Doris French, and Elise MacGill have offered intriguing examples of women who participated and succeeded in male dominated spheres. Their

It has always been a dream of mine to do what they do, to teach and coach children about swimming. These coaches influenced me to keep pursuing my dreams and because of this, I want to inspire and encourage others to do the same. The strong impact of my very first coach who I connected with early on in the season has led the six-year-old me to discover a new passion that I know will stay with me for a long time. It was the unique techniques he used while coaching that drew me into the swimming world. My first swim coach was an outstanding coach and an excellent teacher. He, without a doubt, set high standards for other coaches following him. He always motivated me to aim higher. He has inspired me in every way and has been a great influence in my life. Henry Drummond once said, “The people who influence you are the people who believe in you.” My coach did just that and I have been aiming to embark as strong of an impact on someone as he did on

For the summer of 2017, I will be broadening my education on Athletic Coaching by interning for the Peters Township Swim Club as an assistant swim coach. The internship will be ten weeks long and twenty hours per week. The requirements that are necessary for this position are to provide instruction in proper stroke technique and to make corrections as indicated. The internship involves coaching the athletes thoroughly while they are training in and out of the pool. Coaching alongside the other instructors will demonstrate what it takes to lead the swimmers throughout a practice. The internship offers a chance to work attentively and diligently with the athletes while collaborating on certain swim sets with the coaches. Working closely with

“On your mark… Set… *BUZZ*.” One last breath of brisk air filled my lungs and the next second my cold body was submerged in the comforting warm water. Suddenly, the water was no longer aquamarine, but a greenish blurry hue. I wanted to stay at the bottom of the pool. After breaking the surface of the water my arms became like propellers on a boat. Going and going. This meet would secure my spot on varsity, proving that the tears due to aching muscle, the buckets of sweat, the late nights doing homework because of the longer days in the pool would be worth everything. Because it was everything. Ending this meet badly was not an option. A flip turn was essential, but that was troublesome due to the blue tinted goggles slipping from my cap during the dive. But I went for it. Arms at my side, knees and head tucked. I flipped and went to kick off the wall, but felt nothing. Instantly disqualified.

As the sting of chlorine filled my nostrils, the weeks of training, exercise, and scheduled pasta dinners flashed before me. Emerging from the pool, the red numbers revealed on the scoreboard cast a burning disappointment onto me more than the hot sun did that summer day. I retraced my actions just before my 100-yard race, asking myself where I went wrong. I realized only after the meet, that I lost focus of the thrill of being part of a team. Instead of motivating and connecting with my teammates, I was only concerned with my own goals. Being a part of this team has helped me to grow as an individual both athletically and academically. Athletically, I assumed swimming was largely an individual sport, but now, especially as varsity swim team captain, I make an effort to cheer for and console teammates who are preparing or nervous for their races.

My path with swimming was littered with many triumphs and extremely dramatic failures. The summer of 2014 had been one of the most spectacular defeats for me by losing a championship by 0.01. As I set myself up for the next summer of 2015, I didn’t want to focus on anything except not making a fool of myself in front of hundreds of people.

The morning winter sky was painted with an overcast of dark, gray, clouds. The air stung my cheeks with the sharp coldness as I stepped out of the dark gray car and walked away from the pleasant heat that was circulating inside. I waved goodbye to my friend’s mom that gave us the ride, and ] pushed the car door closed. I sighed tiredly began to walk to the new Milpitas High School pool for my swim meet with my best friend, and also crush, Kaleb. We entered the pool deck that smelled strongly of chlorine and was full of frustrated coaches, nervous competitors, and families searching for someplace to sit that was warm. The pool created a big vapor cloud of the warm chlorine water vapor that was battling the cold misty air. It was my first swim meet that was in the 12 year old to 17 year old division and I was the youngest swimmer in all of my heats, or groups. I

The water was cool against Ursula’s skin as she slipped into the pool. It wrapped around her like a familiar embrace. It felt like home. Swimming had always been something she had done, like singing. She swam before she could walk, sang before she could talk. Inside the blue-white of the pool, breath held, head underwater, that was where no one else could reach her. In the water she was invincible. Fastest swimmer in the district. Today had proven that yet again.