Posts Tagged “swimming”

Swimming and Giant Green Monkeys

Last night was definitely strange. I headed out to youth and we had our usual devotional time and then prayer. Then afterwards, we sat around figuring out what to do. Kristy had been saying to me on MSN before that she wanted to go go-karting afterwards, but she never mentioned it. Eventually people decided to go to Kristin’s house to go swimming. People got into my car as well as others, and we got to their house, didn’t think anyone was home, went to Wendy’s, and then came back. I was completely lost while driving. It was horrible. Now that I’m out of the car, I can think, “How did I not know how to get there? It’s simple.” But when I was actually driving, I was completely lost. Oh well. We got there eventually.

I basically sat on the patio chairs while everyone else was swimming. I didn’t want to swim, and I didn’t want to go back to my house to get my swimming shorts either. I entertained myself by laughing at everyone in the pool as they complained about the chlorine, and bouncing my head off the back of the chairs. They were made out of material, so if you slouched down, you could bounce your head. It was fun. Anyways, I wasn’t by myself on the side too long anyways, since Angelie wasn’t feeling too well and got out. After everyone got out of the pool except for Zeth and Kristy, who were having a great…Continue Reading

Boats and Birthdays

Whoever invented pizza is a genius. I mean, it can cover all of the major food groups singlehandedly, and still tastes good if done right. It’s one of the most versatile foods ever made – I mean, you can put pretty much anything you want on it. If the guy who invented pizza were still around today, I’d give him a handshake and slip some money into his pocket, just for being so cool.

Anyways, the above paragraph has nothing to do with anything, except that I had pizza for lunch, and was admiring its wonderful qualities. You may have noticed that I missed a day of blogging again yesterday. You may also notice my lack of caring. It was definitely worth it. Yesterday I headed out with a bunch of other people to Lake Erie to celebrate Kristy’s 16th birthday. Her dad has a boat, so he drove the whole lot of us down there and we spent the day tubing, waterskiing, kneeboarding, and just having lots of great fun. It was awesome.

Near the beginning of the day, I decided that tubing didn’t look so bad, so I went on that along with Angie and Melissa. We got in, and then Kristy’s dad started up the boat. As soon as that happened, Angelie, who was on the back, flipped right off the tube. It was pretty cool, actually, although she didn’t think so. She did a back flip right off and into the water. We went back to…Continue Reading

Weed-Eaters, Roller Coasters, and Purple Penguins

“It’s a beautiful day in the neighbourhood.” That’s the opening line of the theme song from my absolute favourite show – Mr. Roger’s Neighbourhood. Well, okay, it was one of my favourites, and that was back when I was four…or last weekend, whatever. Anyways, it’s been a pretty good day so far, although a bit boring. I was up this morning early once again so I could get out the weed-eater and trim the grass. That’s the last time I get up early for a while, that’s for sure. It’s not too bad, though, since I get to put headphones on and listen to music while I do it.

After doing both front and back lawns, I was pooped. I had a nice shower, and since then I’ve done approximately zero minutes of work. Well, I guess I did walk some – for lunch, I couldn’t find anything good in the fridge, so I walked over to Mario’s Pizza and got some pizza. But that’s about it. I guess I’m going to have to be up early tomorrow as well, though, since it’s Kristy’s birthday party. We’re going to her dad’s boat down somewhere around Long Point and hanging out there for the day. I’m not really looking forward to the whole water thing, since as I’ve mentioned numerous times before, I have an allergic reaction whenever I touch water – or something like that, anyways. I can’t swim, and I don’t want to learn, because I don’t like it…Continue Reading

Torture

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…Continue Reading

Swimming Lessons….Or Drowning Lessons

I don’t really know what to write about. Swimming is coming up tomorrow, something which I am not looking forward to. I’ve never liked swimming, and I never learned how to swim. Two years ago, we had to do swimming in Phys. Ed. It was torture, really. I finally basically learned how to swim, but I never learned how to float. Honestly, I can swim just fine with a pool noodle or something, but without that, I just sink to the bottom. Everyone was telling me, “Just hold your breath and you’ll float,” so I tried that – and sunk. I really don’t know why I can’t float, but I can’t. I’ve tried everything I can think of to keep me afloat, and the only way is through artificial means, with a life jacket or pool noodle. It’s stupid.

So here I am, two years later, facing the prospect of being the laughing-stock of my school for yet another year. Like, it’s not like everyone hates me or anything like that, but I don’t enjoy looking like a fool, and that’s exactly what I look like when the school swims and I drown. I don’t like not being able to do something, and the problem is that not even the instructors could help me. It was stupid. You’d think that they’d have had some other person other than me before who couldn’t float, but I guess not. It’s really annoying when the swimming instructor is standing over you trying to…Continue Reading