So there I was, standing in the locker room. There were eight four-year olds (boys and girls) the two teachers (both women, around the age of twenty five) and me. It was a Wednesday, which means it is a swim day. As everyone around me began shedding his or her clothes, I felt my heart skip a beat as I wondered where I was going to change.
"Um, do I just take off my clothes and change right in front of the children?" I asked, sheepishly.
"Well, unless you plan to swim in your clothes, I think it would be a good idea to take off your clothes!" was the Danish response. They were not used to my cultural views on nudity; but I was. Well, seeing as I did not want the children to think I was strange, I took a deep breath and stripped down.
Standing there naked, for the first five minutes was the hardest thing I had ever done - or so I thought. Here in Sweden, when changing in the locker room, it is proper etiquette to wander around in the nude. One's towel does not serve any other purpose besides drying one off - it is not a cover for one's nude body. This was a big step for me. It is the American way to use your towel as a shield from exposing your naked behind to others. Well, not here.
So, I proceeded into the shower chamber (naked) along with my naked class of children and the two naked teachers. The shower chamber consisted of a long corridor of waterspouts - there was no place to hide! I had to grin and bare it, literally! After our six to ten-minute communal nude shower, we finally put our bathing suits on and went swimming.
I thought I had accomplished a great feat! I, the modest American, stood naked in front of the whole class and the teachers. Yay for me!! But, to my surprise, I was mistaken.
After our swim, we entered the naked chamber once again. Our bathing suits and towels were hung up, and the naked party began! We all showered again (the Danes are really clean people!), and as I grabbed my towel and began to dry off, I received strange looks.
"Am I not supposed to be getting dressed yet?
Potato and Osmosis Investigation PLANNING: (P) Some background Information: Water Potential and Living Plant Cells Plant Cells in Pure Water: If plant cells are placed in pure water (a hypotonic solution) water will initially move into the cells. After a period of time the cells will become turgid. Turgor pressure is the pressure exerted against the cell wall by contents of the cell. At first most water movement is into the cell. As the turgor pressure increases water will begin to diffuse out of the cell at a greater rate, eventually equilibrium will be reached and water will enter and leave the cell at the same rate.
Truth: THANKFULLY both of my roommates shattered this myth, also. If they were naked, they kept it in the confine of their own rooms, which I was definitely okay with.
* Note the mass down in the table at the end of the first page.
molecules go in and out of the cell. There is no net movement of water
Ever since I was a young student, teachers knew that I was not a normal kid. These teachers saw qualities in me that they could not see in many students at that age level. They saw a child who had a profound love to know more and had the ambition of a decorated Olympic swimmer to learn not just the material that was being taught but why it is being taught and how I can I use this information to make people’s lives better. Fast-forward to today, and you can clearly see that not much has changed except my determination to learn and my love to help others has done nothing but expanded.
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I walked in and my stomach made a flip-flop like riding “The Scream” at Six Flags. Everyone was staring at me! With their curios eyes and anxious to know who I was. I froze like ice and felt the heat rise through my face. My parents talked to my teacher, Ms.Piansky. Then my mom whispered “It’s ti...
Remembering the feeling of embarrassment whacked against the side of my face as I realized that how horrendous I was at swimming. I can reflect back to that moment and say it motivated me to become such an astonishing swimmer. It began when my best friend Anthony, who also recruited me into tennis, was helping the empty swim team recruit members. Anthony was the type of person who would share his thoughts about a particular event and recommended it. “You’d be in shape for the tennis team if you join the swim team, it would also be helpful if you joined since we’re lacking people,” he explained. Participating in the swim team was one of the most remarkable experiences during high school.
Introduction to Slater's Slaters was founded in 1918, and since then, the name Slaters has become virtually synonymous with that of the town itself. [IMAGE] In 1912, a single site car repair and paintshop business was opened on what was then the main road between Chester and Anglesey. Subsequently sold to Captain Slater in 1918, this garage is today the site of Abergele's Kwik Save Supermarket. [IMAGE]
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I let out a withered sigh, which caused me to choke in the middle of yet another sob. I had had enough. I weakly pulled myself out of the pool and walked to my towel. I grabbed the huge, orange and white stripped thing and wrapped it around my shivering body, hoping to find some warmth and comfort; but even my monstrous beach towel could not cut the chill I felt inside. I started to walk to the changing room past the hundred faces I knew nothing of, but by now were familiar. I had searched each face a hundred times hoping to see someone I knew. Finally, I realized that I knew none of them, and the person I was looking for just wasn't coming.
In a small town in rural Illinois, a girl mid-way through her junior year of high school arrived to her Advanced Placement Latin class wearing leggings with a petite dress overtop (Dockterman). Leggings were against school dress code at her school, but because of the dress she wore over it, she assumed it would pass dress code requirements, given that she was appropriately covered (Dockterman). This, however, was not the case upon her arrival to her latin class. Her teacher noticed her dress code infraction, and sent her home, in tears, to change (Dockterman). By the time she returned to class, she had missed part of an important review for her AP Latin exam, and was the subject of snide comments from other students in the class (Dockterman).
...resence of my parents upstairs, despite the brain scrambling heat of the sauna, I suddenly felt homesick, and realized I yearned to be in my basement. The pitted feeling in my stomach grew stronger as I realized it is not the basement of my childhood that I miss, it is the basement of my fraternity house where Kegs littered the floors like toys and pledges were hazed like the violent was games my youth. I found another cycle came to a close, and I found myself separated from what I had once known. The basement used to be my sanctuary, the place I could dream in. Standing just outside a basement no longer mine while still profusely sweating from the sauna, a crisp late August breeze gently cooled my body. I deeply inhaled the last moments of summer knowing full well that fleeting changes that often accompany seasonal transition were no longer of any concern to me.
pool once and took off my shoes and shirt. Not knowing I was at the deep