by Kami Cornwall
Just when I thought my life was already busy, I have been thrust into three more weeks of school. I like school, but this feels more like being forced to sprint after you've already ran twelve miles. It's six hours of class per day plus four hours of reading and another hour of writing. Oh, plus I "get to" come up with a presentation on alcoholism...in two days.
Did I ever tell you how I learned to swim? We were at "Lucky Peak" (somewhere in Idaho) and I was about 7 years old. My older brother and sister waded out into the river, pulling me along with them while my mom stayed safely on shore with baby sister. We played, we hopped, we went deeper. They were taller than me but I wanted to keep up. So I began bobbing up for air and moving deeper into the river. Finally, my instincts kicked in and I began kicking and flailing my arms fast so that I could keep my head above water and realized with glee that I was not about to die. Instead I shouted, "Look! I can swim!"
Do you ever feel like you're doggie-paddling your way through some days? Or weeks? That will be me for the next three. I'm really hoping that I'll get to that euphoric moment when I can shout, "Hey, look! I'm not gonna die! I can swim!"