I woke up that morning and was a little excited, but didn’t realize I was shaking, no trembling with fear. Fear that I wouldn’t pass the Beach Patrol test. I had been working hard for the past two months running swimming and the occasional row here and there. I packed an old worn beach towel, you know the one towel that looks like it probably should be thrown out, spare shorts, my favorite pair, ones that fit me just right, and slick dark SPF goggles in my bag, you know the expensive ones that cost like 50 dollars. I didn’t want to bring ones that would fog up or fall off my face this is the Northern Atlantic Ocean we are talking about here, not some stupid little pool we are talking about. Plus it’s June that water is going to be COLD, just …show more content…
Whack! Whack!”, you would think after 16 years of walking in flip flops I would be able to walk down stairs without almost falling on my face. I reached the bottom stair and it let off a big “creeek!” and I was on my way to the kitchen for a nutritious breakfast. “Well, what do I want?” I said to myself opening the pantry. I thought, Maybe we have leftover waffles in the refrigerator. I walked over opened the refrigerator and there they were. The wonderful yellow holy circles. I looked at the magnificent box in all its glory “Eggo”. I took four out plopped it on a plate and threw it in the microwave. I could smell the wonderful smell before they were done, but the wonderful day dream wasn't so wonderful when I realized it was later than expected. I took the waffles out quickly drenched them in syrup and shoved them in my face. One of my old Lifeguard friends was outside BEEP BEEEP! “Camon’ I gotta get to work and you’ll be late. I really wasn’t that late we would make it there with 20 minutes to spare …show more content…
Just last weekend the June water was cold enough that my muscles tensed up so much that I had to stop swimming. Also even though I’m on the swim team… well I ain’t the best let’s just put it that way. I was really bugging out about the swim. I forgot to talk to my mom so I took out the phone and dialed the number. Told her about all the people who already failed and how now the competition is smaller. And told her how nervous I was about the swim, she told me you need to get past that mental block and I promise you’ll be fine. Well at that time the last person came in from the row, and now that means it is almost time for the swim. “Alright! Here’s the deal!” Lt. Wagner explained, “You run down to that lifeguard stand and into the water, swim out to the flag, come back to that stand, and run back here.” My heart is racing already. I’m not even in the water yet. Denis comes over and says “You’re not getting last, ‘cause that place is mine.” Summer chimed in trying to raise my spirits, “I won’t be that far ahead of him so you bound to not get last or second to
Forty hands shot up pointing towards the bottom of the old twisty slide following the long dreadful whistle no one ever wants to hear. Two other lifeguards and I jumped up off the shaded break bench and rushed towards the scene with the heavy backboard and AED bag in hand. The routine save played like a movie through my head as I arrived. I stopped. I knew from there on out this wasn't going to be emotionally an easy save. It wasn't a child who swallowed too much water or an adult who got nervous because they forgot how to swim, it was a fellow lifeguard, a friend.
The first thing I heard was Virginia Beach vacation, and then in excitement I ran and got my stuff and started to pack. The part I was most excited about was that the hotel is a beachfront hotel room.I was so excited because I love the beach and I really wanted to go back to the beachfront hotel and stay there. I went there when I was in second grade. I have gotten to go there a few times since second grade, but I did not get to stay there overnight.
This past summer, my family and I went on a cruise to the Bahamas. We had just docked at the second port, Nassau, and were preparing to exit the gigantic ship named the Carnival Fantasy. Once we got to the city, I noticed it was bustling with people of all different backgrounds and cultures. The roads were narrow and some even hilly. I remember coming to the conclusion that a lot of people in the Bahamas must have road rage what from the blaring car horns I could hear around every corner. My family and I were walking along the sidewalk, glancing into shops as we passed them. The weather was unbearably hot, but growing up in South Carolina allowed my family and I to push onward with our adventure. The sun burn on my back started to pulsate in pain any time the sunlight hit it, so we decided to stick to the side of the buildings that provided shade.
I got home and began thinking about my options to make my life a bit more interesting. I went through the usual options of having a nice vacation in the Bahamas, moving to a new country, or just getting a new car; yet, they all fail to peak my interest. I wanted something extravagant to happen, like a zombie apocalypse or a nuclear war, for all I cared. I began surfing around the deep web, looking at all the illegal things it had. Then I saw an advertisement on the screen, “Is someone causing a problem in your life? Hire one of our special members to take care of them.” My interest was piqued. I clicked on the ad, only to find it was a ‘hire a hitman’ website. Then, out of the blue, I had an amazing idea to hire a hitman on myself. It would
Regarding to my pompous ambition, I have to admit that physical condition was really something I was short of. The lifeguard team requires candidates to swim four-hundred meters under seven minutes, but I needed ten. Sitting in the classroom and solving math problems equips me with a sharp brain, but not a physical body. However, I decided to give a try, so I wrote down “swimming training” on the top of every page in my diary.
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It is a cold misty morning at the seaside. The aroma of fresh brewed coffee fills the air, as I pour it in my flask. Today is the day....
I draw the zip slowly down, and warm light floods the small tent. The day is brilliant, all bright hot sand, the deep tropic green jungle, and the mysterious turbulence of the ocean, crashing down, forming, destroying, and re-forming the beach. Emerging from the tent, I leave behind all my possessions, the measly little collection that it is, mostly tools and fishing gear, and depart into the paradise of the waterfront. The set of the morning rolls in, beating the rocky outcrops, just as they do every morning. Turning my back on the headland I begin the daily ritual of my morning, unchanging as the beach itself, though far paling in age.
he radiant ball emerges, rising elegantly on the distant horizon, sending down its radiant light while the waves embrace the soft, wet sand. The breeze is a refuge from the morning sun; the clouds’ reflections move as a dance in the waves. I sit engrossed and allow the soft foamy mist from the rampant waves forming a feathery ocean spray which wafts lightly across my face. When the sun has completely risen above the horizon and the day has begun. The colours of the sea, the sky and the sand swirl together and eventually shape my day into perfection.
I yawned and woke up numb against a gray, mossy rock on a strange, unfamiliar beach. I wondered how long I had slept; my mind was fuzzy, the last remnants of a dream chased away by the realization that I was awake again. It was a nice dream - that was a change from my usual nightmares about my parents - and it was something about sitting in a big, leafy oak tree in a meadow full of yellow flowers with butterflies and birds. The details were fading fast even as I tried to recall them. With an internal sigh, I allowed my brain to focus, and listened to my surroundings.
More and more people has a pressure in their life. So they need a place to escape from the city and it’s crowded in order to get away of their troubles and stress. There is always some place they can go to getaway. Just by going to this one spot can aid you from all stress that is occurring. For me, the beach clear my mind and take away all my pressure.
A new day has begun. Slowly ascending into the cold dark sky, the sun glows vibrantly with delight. The passionate colours fill the sky with warmth like the pink grapefruits, zesty lemons, citrus oranges and cherry red. The sea so subtle sparkles preciously as it strolls up against the shore. The crystal water that stretch out far into the horizon gets darker and deeper but stays very calm.
The sand was so hot. Scorched by the sun. I didn’t know how much more my feet could take. Then came the squishy, dark sand. Almost there.
As I lay on the minute golden grains of sand, I looked up at the brilliant sky, adorned with flashes of pink and orange and purple, mirroring the colours of a flawless seasoned apricot. The goddess-like sun’s face is being embraced by the demure navy fingertips of the skyline.
I use any excuse to walk along the ocean, especially alone and without my phone. The wind blew cold air, but the sun’s warm rays kept my body at a perfect temperature. It was three in the afternoon and I was calm.