So I don’t really remember my monologue word for word, but I’ll try to sum it up for you guys.
I talked about my horrible lifeguarding experience at the Baruch pool last week. I first described how I became a lifeguard. It was my mom’s idea when I was about 14 years old for both me and my brother to become lifeguards. I reluctantly took the course, and I worked at the YMCA in Saratoga Springs for a few years, and during the summer I worked at a summer camp up in Fort Anne, NY. (Near Lake George, for all you city people 🙂 ). I have worked at the summer camp for the past 5 summers, and thought that it would be no problem swimming the 8 laps that they wanted me to swim for my lifeguard test here. So I got in the pool and started swimming. I started getting tired by the 6th lap, and by the end of the 8th, I was surprised I wasn’t dead. WOW, was that more difficult than I thought it was going to be! Anyway, I felt really light-headed after the 8 laps, and went into the locker room, and, well, I “got sick”. (No one wants me to go into too much detail there.)
Update, though (this wasn’t in my monologue, but for anyone who cares, I did go back and finish the test, and they hired me!)
Hmm, a self portrait:
Tada!