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1:04 a.m. - 2003-06-24 This leaves me feeling....faintly lawless and ready for trouble, although teaching lessons is on the short list of abilities in which I feel--surprisingly, amazing--entirely and completely competent. Proper technique is impossible to forget and it merely takes patience and fortitude to teach. But I'm nervous anyway, as is my custom.
...Speaking of corpses! My supervisor Dave called a pre-season staff meeting to announce that--due to budget shortfalls--the neighboring waterfront will be "closed", which is to say "without lifeguards," and with signs posted as such. Which will do very little in the way of keeping determined or drunk merry-makers out of the water. "So, I hate to say this," he said, " but someone's probably going to drown at the waterfront this summer."
I began calculating the odds of It Happening on my shift. So far, I feel confident that Monday and Wednesday evenings are fairly safe, and am praying for cold, rainy Saturday afternoons until at least 3:30pm.
God, sometimes I suck.
Two lines of 6 abreast perform a surface dive to the bottom, and feel with oustretched arms to either side. If no person is encountered, we swim two body-lengths along the bottom and surface, then scull backwards one body length and wait for the head lifeguard to signal another dive. Repeat. ...I guess I learn something new every day.
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