The water hushed him
Hey livejournal, guess it's been awhile. I am not going to write a lot but I have to get my thoughts of my final days of swimming into written form. Last week was my last week of practice and I thought that nothing was going to make me happier than the last day. To make this seem more powerful I have to tell you that I have never finished a warm-down in my whole swimming career. I just never did, I would always want to get the balls out of that pool. The last day Coach D says as usual " 200 warm down then get outta here". I was dead because he just killed us hard core in the practice but not only did I finish the warm down I just kept on swimming. For some reason I just couldn't get out of the water, I couldn't just leave the four years of swimming in that pool by leaving. And as I was swimming the team already got out and was yelling at me to do the same but I didn't want to hear them so I just kept on swimming. D finally turned the lights out in the pool to give me the hint. Once he did i swam a couple more laps then I slowly got out.
My swimming consisted of:
More yards than I can count
so many great people
a drugged out coach
a coach sobering up the next year to help us kick ass
massages
practicing until my body was on fire just to get milliseconds off my time
the white rabbit
Brazilians
wanting to kill myself
wanting to kill others
becoming Captain
GBL CHAMPIONS!
And the chance to be a part of the Swimming family. Who I can count on as well as be counted on.
And this is why I had such a hard time getting out the pool
I realized this is going to be the last half of my senior year. Slowly having to let go of certain memories until June where everything hits you like a truck. But i refuse to do what I did with swimming. I am going to let go and start anew. I refuse to be a person who is a graduated senior who still comes back to malden high school's events and some even start working for Malden High School's departments. When June comes I will be sad as hell but the past is the past and I need to look forward to the present/future. As Franz Kafka one wrote " Memories...Don't let yourself in for things like that, it's not for you and it's not for me. It only weakens one's present position without strengthening the former one - quite apart from the fact that the former one doesn't need strengthening." But then again Kafka was out of his mind I it's most likely that I am as well.
Not like I am not saying I will not go see a play or two but I once I am done I am done.
Oh...did I mention I made it to States in swimming?...Yeah exciting news and all but that just cancels out the depressing thoughts of me not wanting to let go of MHS swimming. YAY...this is exciting and all and I never thought that I could actually make it but this just goes to show you how hard it is going to be to let go of everything. Teachers, Friends, activities, memories. I will not even talk to 75% of my high school friends next year. I don't want to lose them but it is inevitable.
So much for me not writing much.
Well now I is time to enjoy every last minute while I can of my senior year. This is the time to have the best time of my life. Fuck grudges, fuck high school drama-rama, fuck everything but don't fuck fucking. If you fuck fucking then you technically can't fuck anything and then you still have a lot of things that need to be fucked. So fuck it and start fucking ya fucking fucks. Everyone needs to just grab a beer and let ya hair down. Here's to my the last half of my senior year. Drink up.
My swimming consisted of:
More yards than I can count
so many great people
a drugged out coach
a coach sobering up the next year to help us kick ass
massages
practicing until my body was on fire just to get milliseconds off my time
the white rabbit
Brazilians
wanting to kill myself
wanting to kill others
becoming Captain
GBL CHAMPIONS!
And the chance to be a part of the Swimming family. Who I can count on as well as be counted on.
And this is why I had such a hard time getting out the pool
I realized this is going to be the last half of my senior year. Slowly having to let go of certain memories until June where everything hits you like a truck. But i refuse to do what I did with swimming. I am going to let go and start anew. I refuse to be a person who is a graduated senior who still comes back to malden high school's events and some even start working for Malden High School's departments. When June comes I will be sad as hell but the past is the past and I need to look forward to the present/future. As Franz Kafka one wrote " Memories...Don't let yourself in for things like that, it's not for you and it's not for me. It only weakens one's present position without strengthening the former one - quite apart from the fact that the former one doesn't need strengthening." But then again Kafka was out of his mind I it's most likely that I am as well.
Not like I am not saying I will not go see a play or two but I once I am done I am done.
Oh...did I mention I made it to States in swimming?...Yeah exciting news and all but that just cancels out the depressing thoughts of me not wanting to let go of MHS swimming. YAY...this is exciting and all and I never thought that I could actually make it but this just goes to show you how hard it is going to be to let go of everything. Teachers, Friends, activities, memories. I will not even talk to 75% of my high school friends next year. I don't want to lose them but it is inevitable.
So much for me not writing much.
Well now I is time to enjoy every last minute while I can of my senior year. This is the time to have the best time of my life. Fuck grudges, fuck high school drama-rama, fuck everything but don't fuck fucking. If you fuck fucking then you technically can't fuck anything and then you still have a lot of things that need to be fucked. So fuck it and start fucking ya fucking fucks. Everyone needs to just grab a beer and let ya hair down. Here's to my the last half of my senior year. Drink up.