Synchronized swimming

My favorite sporting event that was meaningful to me was this year on March 3. This was the state swimming and diving tournament. This year I was supposed to swim 4 events total which is more than I had had the previous two years. It was an absolutely phenomenal experience due to a couple of factors. Firstly, I was 9 overall in the 100 yard butterfly…

The steamy, thick, chlorine filled air penetrated my young lungs. The crowd above was screeching like the rioters in Tiananmen Square. One of the largest races of my swimming career was right at my doorstep. I adjusted my goggles one last time before I started my approach to Lane 8. With each step towards the starting block, the butterflies in my stomach grew exponentially. I slowly mounted the starting block as my mind started to tune out the earsplitting crowd. My focus narrowed in on the lane…

I remember a time when I was little my mom took me and my sister to Raging Rivers Waterpark. The waterpark was huge to us it had three slides, a little kid area and a wave pool. The wave pool was always my favorite if I wasn't at the little kid area I was in the wave pool my mom use to tells stories about me not wanting to leave the wave pool she told me that I would cry or throw a fit. I remember a time when we went to the waterpark and my moms friend ask me if I wanted to go down the toilet…

The sport of swimming has taught me that I am not going to be able to win every competition and make a personal record every time I compete. From coming to the harsh reality and realization that most of the time I will not reach my audacious goals, I learned to focus on working hard and making small personal victories on a daily basis. In swimming the season consists of about a dozen small competitions that eventually lead up to the championship meet. The championship meet is when fastest…

the time sharks are most active. The instructors called us over to the water’s edge to observe what was happening. The water appeared calm, until they shined a huge spotlight onto the water; I could not believe what I had been missing. Silently swimming right by us were what looked like hundreds of sharks. It was mesmerizing and terrifying. I felt a tap on my back, and jumped, as the diving instructor looked at me questioning, “Well, what are you waiting for? Aren't you coming?” In the single…

the pool. “That’s not exercise!” You say? It is a lot more exercise than sitting on your sofa watching TV! First of all, swimming is fun! You get to hold your breath underwater, jump off the diving board, and do cannonballs into 3’ foot water! You can cool off from the hot summer sun, and meet new friends. Next, when you’re at the swimming pool, it is easy to learn new things, like to doggy-paddle, to tread water, or to backstroke, which might save your life one day.…

careful when jumping around next time. Higher education is a kind knowledge that you can gain from utilizing your personal surroundings and experiences. Since I was a child, I have had a passion for swimming. I started learning how to swim at the age of nine. With a few years of training, I was swimming like a fish. My parents…

At the start of the poem it seems as if the author describes the lake in the quarry to be quiet and lifeless yet inviting. Then suddenly the author introduces the woman with metaphors to water like creatures. This makes the reader keep guessing what the author is talking about, but after they realise that the woman is being described like an animal, because she’s eager to dive into the water. This leads to one of the themes of life and a new adventure. As the author describes the woman's descent…

As a girl, the phrases, “you play like a girl” or “you’re a girl, you can’t do that” have always been words that are casually just thrown around, yet it causes flames to come out of my ears. Starting when I was about three, I was a sporty kid always running around. I liked to play soccer with the boys teams, since they were much more physical and would roughly push each other on the hard ground rather complaining when a nail got broken, or hair got pulled. I liked to play baseball rather than…

Water polo is not easy for me, but that does not stop me from loving it. I started playing water polo in 9th grade, and from the moment I threw the ball I knew I had to play the sport. One of the toughest skills for me in water polo is ironically also one of the simplest: releasing for the ball. Releasing for the ball basically just means getting open for someone else to pass to you, but whenever there is someone guarding me, I panic. One day at practice my coach’s patience was waning thin. I…