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The distance between the shore and the floating dock was colossal. It might as well have been an entire ocean! Even so, all junior lifeguards needed to swim it in under a minute to pass the training exam and work at Camden Lake.
Jordan now realized how ambitious his summer plans were. Most high school students got easier jobs than this. Tom was stocking shelves at Quick-Mart. Ana was doing odd jobs for neighbors. Jordan, however, was the exception. Being a junior lifeguard meant weeks of training, and there were only four available slots. With 15 students competing, it was doubtful Jordan would make it. He just wasn’t certain he was a strong enough swimmer.
Suddenly, the head lifeguard shouted, “Jordan, you’re up!”
Jordan nodded, attempting to imagine himself as victorious, triumphing over others to achieve a
Jordan now realized how ambitious his summer plans were. Most high school students got easier jobs than this. Tom was stocking shelves at Quick-Mart. Ana was doing odd jobs for neighbors. Jordan, however, was the exception. Being a junior lifeguard meant weeks of training, and there were only four available slots. With 15 students competing, it was doubtful Jordan would make it. He just wasn’t certain he was a strong enough swimmer.
Suddenly, the head lifeguard shouted, “Jordan, you’re up!”
Jordan nodded, attempting to imagine himself as victorious, triumphing over others to achieve a
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spot on the team. He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of expectation on his shoulders. The sun blazed overhead, its heat radiating off the water, but Jordan's mind was as cold as the depths below. He stepped to the edge of the dock, the wood creaking beneath his weight.
His heart raced as he glanced at the far shore, where a buoy marked the turn-around point. It felt impossibly far away. He remembered what his swim coach, Coach Larkin, had said: "Focus on your technique. Don’t fight the water; work with it."
Jordan pushed aside his doubts and took a deep breath, visualizing the finish line. He could hear his friends cheering from the dock, their voices faded but encouraging. “You got this, Jordan!” shouted Ana, her passion contagious.
“On your mark!” the head lifeguard called, and Jordan crouched low, eyes fixed on the water ahead.
“Go!”
He dove in, the cool water enveloping him like a refreshing embrace. Instinct took over; his arms churned with powerful strokes, legs kicking strongly beneath him. The water splashed around him as he propelled forward.
After the initial shock of the cold, he found his rhythm. The buoyancy of the water lifted him, amplifying his strokes. He pushed thoughts of failure from his mind, focusing only on the task at hand. One stroke after another, he felt the powerful pull of the water against his skin, invigorating him, urging him on.
As he neared the halfway point, doubt began to creep in again, but he shook it off. He imagined the feeling of accomplishment, the exhilaration of triumph if he made it to the shore in time. With every stroke, he was not just swimming; he was fighting for his place among the chosen few.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the buoy directly ahead. If he turned around now and swam back with all his might, he could almost feel the sandy shore beneath his feet. A surge of energy coursed through him, and he sprinted forward, giving everything he had left.
The final stretch was a blur of determination. Breath came in sharp gasps as he neared the dock's edge. He could hear the lifeguard counting down in the distance—“Ten seconds!”
With a final push, he lunged for the edge of the dock, his fingers grazing the wood just as the head lifeguard shouted, “One minute!”
Jordan pulled himself up, panting, adrenaline surging through his veins. He glanced at the clock and saw he’d made it just in time. The cheers around him burst forth in celebration, and even through his exhaustion, he felt the thrill of victory.
“Way to go, Jordan!” Tom shouted, high-fiving him as he caught his breath.
While he wouldn't know until later if he had secured one of the coveted slots, for now, the overwhelming sense of accomplishment filled him with pride. He had challenged himself and proved he could rise to the occasion. Perhaps, just perhaps, he was more than just an ordinary high school student after all.
His heart raced as he glanced at the far shore, where a buoy marked the turn-around point. It felt impossibly far away. He remembered what his swim coach, Coach Larkin, had said: "Focus on your technique. Don’t fight the water; work with it."
Jordan pushed aside his doubts and took a deep breath, visualizing the finish line. He could hear his friends cheering from the dock, their voices faded but encouraging. “You got this, Jordan!” shouted Ana, her passion contagious.
“On your mark!” the head lifeguard called, and Jordan crouched low, eyes fixed on the water ahead.
“Go!”
He dove in, the cool water enveloping him like a refreshing embrace. Instinct took over; his arms churned with powerful strokes, legs kicking strongly beneath him. The water splashed around him as he propelled forward.
After the initial shock of the cold, he found his rhythm. The buoyancy of the water lifted him, amplifying his strokes. He pushed thoughts of failure from his mind, focusing only on the task at hand. One stroke after another, he felt the powerful pull of the water against his skin, invigorating him, urging him on.
As he neared the halfway point, doubt began to creep in again, but he shook it off. He imagined the feeling of accomplishment, the exhilaration of triumph if he made it to the shore in time. With every stroke, he was not just swimming; he was fighting for his place among the chosen few.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the buoy directly ahead. If he turned around now and swam back with all his might, he could almost feel the sandy shore beneath his feet. A surge of energy coursed through him, and he sprinted forward, giving everything he had left.
The final stretch was a blur of determination. Breath came in sharp gasps as he neared the dock's edge. He could hear the lifeguard counting down in the distance—“Ten seconds!”
With a final push, he lunged for the edge of the dock, his fingers grazing the wood just as the head lifeguard shouted, “One minute!”
Jordan pulled himself up, panting, adrenaline surging through his veins. He glanced at the clock and saw he’d made it just in time. The cheers around him burst forth in celebration, and even through his exhaustion, he felt the thrill of victory.
“Way to go, Jordan!” Tom shouted, high-fiving him as he caught his breath.
While he wouldn't know until later if he had secured one of the coveted slots, for now, the overwhelming sense of accomplishment filled him with pride. He had challenged himself and proved he could rise to the occasion. Perhaps, just perhaps, he was more than just an ordinary high school student after all.