You know summer is here when evening swim practice starts. There are only weeks left in school; really days. After a long day at school, studying until your brain is about to ooze out your ears, who doesn't want to spend an hour or so in the pool, swimming lap after lap? As miserable as it sounds, it really is fantastic. And I mean fantastic! I don't know why, but nothing makes me happier than spending an hour with a bunch of kids I hardly know, swimming and joking and listening to lousy music (shakira, anyone?). We get there, we sit down, we play the name game. We laugh and joke about favorite movies, and jokingly chastise those without favorite candies. Mind you, these are all kids from different schools. But somehow, swim practice brings us all together. After stretching, or not, we're technically supposed to get in the water.
"All right! You have 60 seconds to get in the water!" the coaches shout at us. The give us count-downs as we peel off shorts and shove on swim caps and goggles. Some of the swimmers are in the water and swimming within the minute, but odds are there are a few stragglers, sometimes more. On a good day, no one really cares. Other days, the slow ones actually get thrown in the pool, curtesy of our 6-foot-some-odd head coach. On a bad day, we have to swim extra butterfly, but this is a happy blog, so we won't mention those days! ; )
Anyway, swimming and listening to "Hips Don't Lie" is really a great experience. The monotony of a 10-minute timed swim is a great time to catch up on anything on your mind, and if there's nothing, you can listen to the music in your head or run over the facts you need for finals. Or you can just count strokes and get lost in the rythem. It's calming, really. Like meditation. It rocks.
Basically, swimming is the best thing that ever happened to me. I get a killer work-out, and I have tons of fun doing it! So if you are cool like me, you should swim.
Other things on my mind today- editing. It's really hard. I will never take for granted the job of editor. In fact, assuming I ever get close to getting published, I will be a slave to my editor. I just finished editing my friend's 104-ish page story, and I'm about insane because of it. And all I did was grammar, spelling, punctuation, the like. I didn't really work content and all that. It's harder than it sounds, believe you me!
Ok, signing out! Goodbye, all my loyal readers. The whole 1 of you, if even that many........
~the supremem ruler of the universe
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2 comments:
Emily:
On the contrary, editing is not difficult at all. Furthermore, I am shocked that I was not mentioned in this article. I hope that in the future you have more consideration. (gasp!) Hope to see you soon.
Paul
Paul:
You have never edited a story by someone who doesn't know the difference between "where" and "were", who can't spell (especially hard since I can't either!), who can't keep his tenses straight, and who has so many sentence fragments you wouldn't believe! Why would I mention you in that one anyway?
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