Therefore, I dove into the water and swam hard. While under water you cannot really hear very well, but when I swam that lap, the entire place was cheering me on to finish my race. That feeling made me want to swim harder, faster. It took me from wanting to quit swimming to wanting to get better at it. I had many other moments like my first swim meet but none that felt as rewarding.
In and Out of the Pool I spend twenty hours a week in the pool and I have been doing it for a little over eight years now. I would not consider myself in expert in swimming, but I would say I know more than the average person. I have learned to love the sport over many years and I have had the chance to spread my knowledge to others. This past summer I was the assistant coach on my neighborhood summer league swim team and I got the chance to teach the younger swimmers. I got to experience a change in my role at the pool.
I actually told my mom I “hated” her at times because she wouldn’t let me do what I want, which resulted in us not talking for five months. My mom wouldn’t let me “do what I want” in many different ways. She monitored my medication by giving me one pill a day and not letting me have the prescription bottle, which was smart of her because she knew I was giving them away. This agitated me because I couldn’t get away with doing something probably illegal and potentially harmful to others. I didn’t realize or care about the consequences of giving prescription medications away because I just wanted to make my “friends” happy.
I was afraid to stay an extra year to obtain my second degree. I was scared that my great grandmother wouldn’t be able to see me graduate because as the years went by she got sicker. I was out here trying to focus on my education and my family wouldn’t tell me rather or not she was getting better or worse. They wanted me to stay focused on what was in front of me. I was supposed to graduate May 2015 with my degree in accounting but I decided not to be afraid and I picked up my degree in management with the mind set she would hang in for one more year.
My plan of two years came crashing down last week, my dream of going to a six year medical program was denied. The criteria that I have and the criteria that the school emplaced did not match up. I had to many college credit hours for the fast track program which denied my access into my dream program. After receiving the heartbreaking email, I really began to think about my life. At first I was angry at myself for taking too many college classes, but then I began to see that it may have been the best thing to ever happen to me.
Running is the one I have decided to do in college, but I also love swimming. I started swimming when I was about two years old, but I did not start competitively swimming until the summer before my junior year. I trained daily when I joined my summer swim team after my best friend told me it would be good for the upcoming cross country season. After swimming I realized that it is a great way to learn controlled breathing, and to increase your VO2 max. It is also a great workout for your legs and arms.
My coach and I trained so hard for the 50-yard breaststroke, my weakest event, yet I was trying to break the pool record. I was less than half a second off the record. When I got up on the block, I could feel the eyes of the spectators staring at me, I could feel my muscles tightening up, and I could feel the blisters forming on my hands from gripping the block. I dove in and I thought “perfect dive, Furgeson” and I swam. The wall right in front me…I slapped it…looked up to the timers.
I also feared that I would not be able to get into the university I wanted. My parents sacrificed a lot for me so I hope to get a decent job and support them later in the future. Upon seeing the F’s and my low GPA, my mom was disappointed in me because I’ve always tried my best in school; but not this time. In order to bounce back from this fiasco, I retook the class
And once I received the rest I needed, I kept on swimming, all the way to the qualifying meet. The qualifying meet that took place a few weeks before the championship meet was imperative to my journey. In... ... middle of paper ... ...he middle of the pool deck for hours, until I finally heard Koppi shout in joy, followed by Thomas. Opening my eyes, I looked with anxiety to the scoreboard and saw that we had indeed won the race, and had gone a 1:52.78, breaking the National Age Group record by .49 seconds. When my team and I had finally reached our Ithica, I expected to feel fulfilled, and ready for a rest.
When I got dropped off to the beach my mom told me not to do anything to mess up her name or my life by doing something stupid. The most important thing I learned was one of the 10 commandments, “Honor Thy Mother And Thy Father”. If I wasn’t so hard headed and just listen to my parents then I wouldn’t be in the situation that I am in. Jr Sr weekend is in 2 months and I will not be able to enjoy it with my friends.