I have been really busy.......

With Summer School lately. I had a great time and learned a lot. My schedule was as follows:

Week One

• 9:00-9:45 Old Fashioned Games
• 9:45-10:15 Swim Level 2
• 10:15-11:00 Fleece Blankets
  
• 11:00-12:00 Basketball
• 12:00-1:00 Board Games

Week Two

• 9:00-9:45 Old Fashioned Games
• 9:45-10:15 Swim Level 2
• 10:15-11:00 Computer Games
• 11:00-12:00 Digital Photography
• 12:00-1:00 Board Games

As you may remember, I made a brief post last year about my swimming lessons. Well this year, with a little nudge from Mom and Dad, I decided to try one more time. I was trying to be optimistic, but on the first morning, I felt terrible about myself. I ignored my fear and told myself that if I passed level 2, I didn't have to keep going, and if I didn't pass, I could stop trying.

We got to the school, I saw Grace to the pool, and started my first class. Everything was going smoothly and I was having a pretty good time. Class ended and I walked down to the pool, wondering how Grace was doing. I decided not to think about swimming, because I knew nothing positive would come out of it. I got to the locker room, got Gracie's stuff out of the backpack, and went to get signed in.

Then it was time. A woman called my name and told me she would be my teacher. Then she told me that we were going to work 1 on 1 so I could catch up. I nearly cried, I was so happy! God had cared all along and had made it possible for me to overcome my greatest fear: deep water. I said a silent prayer and promised myself to try extra hard.

My teacher was kind and helpful, and by the end of the day I had basically finished level 2. For the next two weeks I tried extra hard to do well, and every day I would come home and tell Mom about what I'd done.

Then was the last day (yesterday). I was excited and a little nervous. I had the entire half hour to have free time. I practiced the front crawl with the breathing and went off the diving board without floating devices at least 20 times. Then I got my papers. I was trembling as I opened the bag. I pulled out the papers. I had a certificate saying I had passed level 2....And one for level 3.... and one for level 4! I couldn't believe it! Now not only can I swim well, I also have the confidence to go next year for level 5!