That One Time In 8th Grade .I've always been afraid of deep water. There was never any particular reason I just couldn't stand the feeling of not being able to touch the floor, freaks me out, whatever. So I had to take swim class in 8th and I was totally fine with that because I got stay in the shallow side and play with the floaty noodles and inner tubes and water whatnots.I loved it so much and I passed pretty much every marking period UNTIL it happened. We had to take a deep water test. The deep side of that pool was precisely 9 feet and there was no in bloody effin' hell I was gonna get in there. So I promptly (and politely) told my swim teacher's assistant no, I would not take the deep water test because I was afraid of deep water and couldn't get in there. I flipped in 6 feet of water, come on. She told me that I had nothing to worry about, she would be there and everybody else knew how to swim and I'd be fine and blah, blah, blah. I, again, told her no and she told me that I would fail if I didn't take the test. Of course I told her to fail me because I wasn't going to do it. And she got the actual instructor and told me I absolutely had to or he was gonna do some crappy adult-y reprimanding or something. Me, being scared of getting in trouble because I was a punk like that, gave in. So there we are sitting at the edge of the deep side with our feet in the water and the assistant is calling off names for everyone to go. The closer she got to my name the more freaked out I got, when she finally got to my name I actually drummed up the courage to lower myself into the water, but that was as far as I got before I pulled myself up and told I couldn't do it. I don't actually remember what she said to me because at that point someone took the liberty of shoving me into the water. Instantaneously I ******* panicked and started thrashing about in the water, desperately trying to get back to the surface. Instead I hit the bottom of the pool, and it was all over for me. I thought I was gonna die and my whole life flashed before my eyes. I could hear everyone above me calling for me to swim, and kick my legs and stuff and I'm like 'thanks great advice guys'. Even though it felt like an eternity, a few seconds later a friend dived in and saved my ***. Sadly to this day I don't know who saved me because when I finally stopped coughing up water and hyperventilating I was surrounded by several friends who were all up in arms and racked with worry. The swimming assistant apologized to me and they failed me anyway.
Thank you whoever saved my face and eff you swim teachers for failing me after almost letting me drown xD
SimplyMisunderstood 18-21, F 1 Response 0 Jul 11, 2012