Personal Narrative-Swim Analysis

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I’ve played volleyball since I was 10 years old. I loved playing that sport so much that volleyball eventually became my identity to my peers since I was very well known for being on a club team and Varsity team at St. Patrick-St. Vincent High School. Personally, it was a bittersweet feeling when I realized that my senior year would be the last time I was on a high school sports team. However, after volleyball ended, my instincts suddenly told me to join the swim team, which I did and it was the best decision that I made.
When I joined the swim team, I did not know how to swim so I felt out of place since most people on the swim team were already advanced. However, this did not stop me from reaching the same level as my teammates. I worked hard at practices and I valued having a good work ethic and determination because I finally got to learn how to swim. I incorporate my values into my daily life by finishing my homework on the night before it’s due, studying for tests ahead of time, and motivating my friends to stay on track when they feel stressed.
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My first life lesson was to embrace failure. This was a hard thing for me to do since I was a senior who did not know how to swim. I felt as though I was looked down upon, but thankfully, everyone on the swim team was friendly and supportive. My second life lesson was to always try new things. I never imagined that I would enjoy swimming because I was traumatized by the pool. Before I knew how to swim, I’ve almost drowned multiple times, I’ve been pushed into the deep end by my friends, and I got lost at the water park when I was 4 years old. Despite this, I’m glad that I overcame my fear of the pool and I plan on passing my boldness to others by encouraging the underclassmen to join the swim

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