Today was horrible. The entire morning I was dreading the second period – swimming. When I got to school, I realized that, on top of the torture of swimming, we also had three other subjects with Mr. G. That was just another piece of bad news to pile on top of the rest. But the swimming was definitely in the forefront of my mind.
We got there and changed, then the swimming instructors told us to line up in three lines and to swim to one end of the pool to the other end so they could figure out the level of swimming we were at. I think I got about halfway down the pool, and then the lady came along and told me I could just come back. Of course, I had already told her that I couldn’t swim, but she just told me to try anyway.
So we divided up into two groups, with most of the people being in the more advanced category, and Holly, Sarah, Wes, and myself in the beginner’s category. Of those four people, I was the worst swimmer. It was like a double insult – not only was I in the worst level of swimming, but also the worst in that level. It’s not my fault that I just can’t float. But anyways, she got the other people swimming a little bit and worked on my floating. I think I actually floated a little bit, but it took like all the effort I had to keep my hips up and hold my breath. It just wasn’t worth the effort, really. But I eventually got to swimming (sort of). To make a long story short, I think I ended up swallowing half the water in the pool. By the end, I couldn’t breathe, and I kept coughing up phlegm mixed with chlorine. I could feel it in my stomach, up my nose, in my ears, and in my eyes. It was disgusting.
Then the torture was finally over. I think it was only a fifteen minute lesson, but by the end of it I was sapped of my energy and just glad to be alive. And that was in the shallow pool. Everyone went back into the changerooms, and I could feel rumblings in my stomach. Something wasn’t sitting right. I found out in a few minutes that the chlorine had decided to make a reappearance. I just started coughing, and I could feel puke, so I just went into the area with the toilets and puked the chlorine out. I felt a lot better after that, except for the massive headache that didn’t decide to leave. Even while writing this about 6 hours later, I still have it.
I feel like crap – and I still have like 6 or 7 weeks left of this. I feel sick just thinking about it. I don’t want to swim, I’ve never wanted to swim, and if this is what it’s going to take to get a stupid Grade 12 Phys. Ed. credit, maybe I just don’t want it. I honestly don’t think I can handle the chlorine. I’m going to talk to my mom about it; maybe I can get her to talk to Mr. G about it and get me out of swimming. I don’t say that because I’m spoiled and just don’t want to do it. I might be able to swim if I could stop coughing from the chlorine long enough to take a deep breath. Unfortunately, I don’t think the odds are in my favour at getting out of swimming. My parents know I don’t like it, and they’ll likely just think I’m trying to get out of it for that reason. But I’m willing to try. My headache is a reminder that I have to.
The rest of the day was severely dampened because of the swimming. When we got back, I didn’t feel like eating my lunch because my stomach still didn’t feel very settled. I was tired and had a headache, everyone else seeming to be in a great mood didn’t seem to help much. I wanted to just go home and fall into bed for a week or two instead of sitting through two more classes with Mr. G. But I did it; it was hard, but I survived, I suppose.
Bethany told me somewhere just after lunch that she was supposed to tell me that there was a practice at the church tonight at 5:00. Apparently Kyle had decided to have one, and had called the Tozer’s house this morning to tell them. I thought about it for a couple minutes, but then told her to tell Jordan that I wasn’t going to go. I still feel like crap, I have a Biology project to work on so that the Grade 12s can get together tomorrow and put it together, and besides, my parents don’t even get home until around 5:00. It’s stupid that he just expects everyone to drop everything to practice with no notice at all – and on a Friday night, no less. I have better things to do than to go play my bass at a practice I just found out about that morning. I guess he doesn’t think anyone else makes plans at all. Besides, I don’t even need to practice. I play bass – it’s the simplest thing to pick up a song and just play it. So I could really care less about going. I’ll just do my part of the Biology project and then go to bed early and regain my energy for another day.
That’s all I have to say. Bye.