This time last year, I was a swim lesson dropout. I had enrolled in another set of lessons at the YMCA and spent the entire time sitting on the stairs while the teacher tried most unsuccessfully to coax the other children into the water. At the first class, not only did the teacher fail to formally introduce herself to me or ask my name but a lifeguard was assigned to me to prevent me from trying to swim. After several classes, things did not improve and we sent a strongly worded letter to the Director of Aquatics and got a full refund. A big part of the problem is that they have only one level of classes for ages 3-5 and teach to the lowest performer. See evidence of my dread and boredom below.
This summer is an entirely different story. I have enrolled in a swim school and I have a lesson every day of the week. It's a huge undertaking and my life revolves around swimming. Prior to registering, I was tested and placed in the Advanced class. I finished that level, skipped the next, and am in Super now. Below is a photo of me with my very attentive coach.
I am perfecting my freestyle stroke. I have started working on backstroke. Soon I will add breaststroke and butterfly. Each day, I swim a bit further.
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