Water Cycle
Evaporation:
I give a hesitant thumbs up, paired with a weak yelp barely loud enough for anyone to hear, and the boat accelerates. The velocity continues to build until my kindergarten heart can’t sustain it and I face plant. Forehead to water, like hitting concrete, my water skis ricocheting off of each other like pool balls. It doesn’t stop there. In spite of the yells from my family and the words of wisdom incessantly repeated to me from day one, I don’t let go of the rope. However, more importantly, my self confidence evaporated. The Merc 110 dragged me along, I had no control over myself, and I foolishly believed I could still succeed, even without taking initiative.
Condensation:
I clutch my grandpa’s hand so tightly, I see the veins on his wrist enlarge. My vision focuses only on the vast white emptiness in front of me, not the jolly Christmas music slicing through the frigid air, nor the hoards of people also learning how to skate. Suddenly, I’m alone. A single down jacket-ridden puff ball in a sea of families and uncomfortable prepubescent couples. My heart races, but my legs don’t betray me and I skate. My self confidence starts to form and condense as I shuffle along the ice, but when I see my grandpa, I’m eager to seek the comfortable refuge of his grasp again. While I started to realize I could be independent, I …show more content…
The next step in this cycle for me is college. I see my future college experience as a diving board. I will have to work to climb up the ladder, and sometimes it will seem insurmountable, but I will reach the top. Once I make it there, I will have an ocean of opportunities in front of me. I’m not saying that I will be able to jump without hesitation or fear, my kindergarten eyes will be once again intimidated, but I will know that once I reach the water, I can trust myself to navigate the waters, no matter how rough they may seem. And I can thank the water cycle for
Evaporation:
I give a hesitant thumbs up, paired with a weak yelp barely loud enough for anyone to hear, and the boat accelerates. The velocity continues to build until my kindergarten heart can’t sustain it and I face plant. Forehead to water, like hitting concrete, my water skis ricocheting off of each other like pool balls. It doesn’t stop there. In spite of the yells from my family and the words of wisdom incessantly repeated to me from day one, I don’t let go of the rope. However, more importantly, my self confidence evaporated. The Merc 110 dragged me along, I had no control over myself, and I foolishly believed I could still succeed, even without taking initiative.
Condensation:
I clutch my grandpa’s hand so tightly, I see the veins on his wrist enlarge. My vision focuses only on the vast white emptiness in front of me, not the jolly Christmas music slicing through the frigid air, nor the hoards of people also learning how to skate. Suddenly, I’m alone. A single down jacket-ridden puff ball in a sea of families and uncomfortable prepubescent couples. My heart races, but my legs don’t betray me and I skate. My self confidence starts to form and condense as I shuffle along the ice, but when I see my grandpa, I’m eager to seek the comfortable refuge of his grasp again. While I started to realize I could be independent, I …show more content…
The next step in this cycle for me is college. I see my future college experience as a diving board. I will have to work to climb up the ladder, and sometimes it will seem insurmountable, but I will reach the top. Once I make it there, I will have an ocean of opportunities in front of me. I’m not saying that I will be able to jump without hesitation or fear, my kindergarten eyes will be once again intimidated, but I will know that once I reach the water, I can trust myself to navigate the waters, no matter how rough they may seem. And I can thank the water cycle for