Battle Hard

Well I just got back home tonight after a 12+ hour ride home from a softball tournament and it wasn't too bad.

We ended up coming fourth out of nine teams and we weren't disappointed by it, but I can't say that we were over the moon about it either.

Still having a bit of a bad ankle, I only played half of every game, so I think I played a total of 2 or 2 and a half games. I understood why, so I was alright with it.

As some of you may know, I wasn't the closest with my teammates.

Some of them, I got along with just fine, others I felt as though they never wanted me on the team to begin with.

I felt really lost and didn't feel as though I was viewed as the other girls on the team, I felt like the joke of the team and it got me down.

Going into this last tournament, I was a little nervous to be with my own team, but I never said anything.

I tried to stay out of the other girls way, I did my thing and I let them do theirs, so in a way I was alone, but I was also content with it at the same time.

There are a few tight-knitted groups in my softball team and it was especially hard for one of them because one girl is moving to the other side of the country for the first semester of school.

Two girls got the idea of making her a shirt with her name and number in the back with a softball on the front and have everyone on the team sign the front of it with a little message for her.

It was a really sweet idea and everyone got in on it.

We all signed the shirt and it was given to her after our second last game.

She teared up and "You guys are a great family," and went to hug the girls who made the shirt for her.

She called us her family.

In the end, just because I didn't feel as though that I belonged doesn't mean that that's how everyone else felt.

Just like a softball game when you're down by one run with two outs and a runner on third and second who can either tie the game or win it for you, you have to battle through.

You have to battle through to the last little bit because it might be worth it. Even if it's not, you'll know that you gave it everything you could.

If you feel alone, there's never any shame in talking about it, but most people tend to battle through that feeling in the end, trying not to let anyone know how they feel.

Yes, we'll try and battle our emotions, but what we should always battle are the things making us feel down.

I know that this is said often; but battle through the bad times for the better times ahead. It'll be worth it.


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Don't Apologize For Who You Are

This is something a little new for me seeing as I'm writing this post from a hotel room and not at my desk in my room at home. It's something new and interesting, but I don't think it'll happen often.

Anyway, you all might be wondering as to why I'm writing my post from a hotel room, and the reason to that is because I'm currently away for my last softball tournament of the year, also known as the biggest softball tournament of the year.

From home to where I'm currently at, this has been the farthest distance we've ever gone for softball and it's quite the experience. It's not so much a culture shock, but for the traveling and the people we meet, it's all quite different.

However, there is a big culture shock to everyone else on my team.

We're currently in a city that mainly speaks French. I have no problem with this at all seeing as I'm bilingual with both French and English, but everyone is having a little bit of a difficult time at some points. 

It's not too difficult for them seeings as most people we deal with here are also bilingual, but sometimes the accent is too strong or the English of someone from here is too broken up.

I haven't had the chance to hear the experiences of the girls on my team because most of them have only arrived tonight, but I've been helping out the girl on my team that I've been traveling with.

I've been speaking French to the locals and I've been enjoying it. Their French is different from my French, so it's pretty amazing to listen to a different dialect of the same language. It doesn't make it more difficult to understand them, it's just a small but noticeable difference which is really neat.

Tonight I went out for a team supper with the majority of the girls on my team and it was alright. Service was a little slow, but that was expected with 14 people in one party.

I was the last one to order my drink and food, but when I did, I told the waitress my order in French.

She didn't mind at all and went to go bring our orders to the kitchen.

One girl on my team said "You don't have to order in French, they also speak English." I responded with "Yeah, I guess you're right," and shook it off.

She wasn't right, though. in fact, she was wrong.

Her telling me to speak English when I grew up bilingual to someone who grew up with French as their first language was wrong.

It was wrong, but I apologized for it.

I was apologizing for being myself.

I can speak French, I started to learn it at a young age and I'm proud of it. 

On my team, my dad helps out with the coaching at times and I will speak to him in French. On a few different occasions, I've heard some of the girls mumbling to each other that we should speak English.

I understand that it can be uncomfortable for people to be around other people speaking a language that they don't understand, but it's what the world is.

The world is made up of so many different traditions, cultures, languages, and so much more, but people are on most occasions too afraid to learn about them.

Yes, I'll speak French in an English environment and I'm proud of it. Just because you don't understand the deeper meaning it has to me and why I hold my French so close to me doesn't matter to me, but you should never put me down for it.

No one should ever put you down for what you hold close to you, whether its a passion, a language, a tradition, a culture and so on.

All of those little things make up who you are and apologizing for a single one of them is like apologizing for who you are.

No one should ever put you down for being who you are. If they don't understand something, you can always try to explain it, but if they don't want to bother with that, then that's there problem.

They can live the rest of their life not understand something that's part of who you are and that's their problem.

Be proud of every single little part of you because it's the only person you know you'll be with for the rest of your life. 

Stand tall, be proud and be you.


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A Team That Helps & Supports You

I was in at the pool today doing some subbing hours and my first few classes were good, but then I had this one class with two little boys at a beginning level.

The smallest one said that he could go into the big pool and his mom agreed to that, so I took them to the big pool.

One of the lifeguards must know these guys because he signalled me to watch the smaller one.

After doing 25 meters in the big pool, he told me that he was starting to get tired.

Knowing that this couldn't end well, we all started another lank to head back towards the small pool and we'd swim there.

This kid started to get really upset, started to tell he that he wasn't tired, almost started to cry and I told him that we could go back in later.

He couldn't touch at the bottom of the little pool and he was constantly putting his head under for as long as he could, so I'd say that it was a good five minute battle before I got him to sit on the wall and wait while I did a drill with the other little boy.

Well, I didn't get him to sit on the side of the pool.

The same lifeguard who warned me about this little guy came by and said to him "She's a really fun teacher, but you have to listen to her, she knows what she's doing," and he finally sat on the wall two minutes after that.

I was really thankful that he came over and said those words to him because it really did help to get him to listen to me and he helped me get things under control faster than I would've on my own.

By the time that the class ended, I struggled so much with this kid that we didn't have time to go to the big pool, and I told him that, and he just stop and dropped.

He started to cry and he just sunk to the bottom of the pool.

Being frustrated with him and knowing that I had to get to my next class, I just picked him up by the armpits and got him out of the pool.

His mom saw me struggle the whole time with him and saw me have to physically drag him out of the water, and she started with "Are you not listening to your teacher? You're in big trouble," but I just handed his mom his report card and walked away.

My next class was a lot more cheerful because it was a class where the parents are in the water with toddlers and babies.

It's quite a cute class, but I never taught it before. I ran out of activities to do and songs to sing about halfway through the class, so I asked one of my supervisors to help me out and he agreed.

I was so happy when he came in with a new song, a few games and some toys.

You can't really teach them anything because they're too young, it's mainly about them being in the water and playing games and that wasn't something I was used to, so I was really thankful when my supervisor for in the water with me.

Being already worked up from my previous class, being able to go up and ask my supervisor for help was great.

Like I mentioned, I was running out of ideas and I started to get myself worked up again over that, so having my supervisor willing to get in the water with me almost gave me a flood of relief.

In a workplace such as the pool, it's really fun but it can get tense and stressful at times, and I felt as though today was a tense and stressful day.

Getting the chance to work with a team that will look it for you and help you in anyway they can, wether it's get in the water and teach a class with you, be a second authority figure when a kid is acting up or to help you even get them in the water.

I'm really lucky to be working with that staff that I'm currently apart of, and if you're working and feel to stressed or tense, don't be afraid to ask someone else for help.

Even your supervisors will be will into help you whatever the job it.

People say that when you start working, it's almost a little team. I didn't understand that until now and I don't think that I could describe the aquatic staff at the facility I work at as anything but a team.

I find that they really support you when you need it and that's something you can use to help you when you're struggling.


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Extra Work Pays Off

As many of you already know, I'm a swim teacher.

To become a swim instructor, you have to go through two courses: AWSI (Assistant Water Safety Instructor) and WSI (Water Safety Instructor).

With the courses, you have to do practice teaching just like any other job.

They make you practice teach to become more comfortable in the environment, teach something to a class that isn't made out of other teenagers in the same course as you, learn how to deal with different types of kids/teens/adults and become familiar with how facilities run.

During the AWSI course, you have to practice teach for a total of 8 hours, but for WSI you have to practice teach for a total of 12 hours.

I got my AWSI hours done pretty quickly, but I never actually finished my WSI practice teaching hours.

Out of the 12 hours, I had 5 done, so I still had 7 hours left to do.

While doing my AWSI hours, I already knew a lot of staff members and they all told me that they never really finished their hours either. After already doing 8 hours, it seems a little funny to have to do another 12 hours of the same thing.

I understand if people doing all of the hours if they're uncomfortable being on their own or if they're having trouble understanding how to manage a class, but I felt comfortable with it.

I was intending on doing all of my hours, but when I heard that my course instructor (also one of the figures in charge of hiring for the facility I work at now) was leaving, I quickly dropped off a resume so that he would be the one interviewing me.

In the end, it payed off because I was hired right out of the interview!

Shortly after, I got a text from my friend asking if I could sub for him, so my practice hours were quickly forgotten about.

Since then, I think that I've had about 15 hours of teaching on my own.

However, yesterday I received something in the mail that was telling me that the AWSI program was changing, and I wasnt sure how I'd be affected by it.

I don't have my WSI certificate or badge even though I completed the course because I never handed my practice hours in.

I had to go in today to look for lesson plans from someone whom I'm subbing for on Sunday, but I figured that I could've also get my hours signed off.

When I arrived, all the lifeguards working were out on the pool deck and I didn't want to bother any of them, so I went to the Aquatics office.

I'm pretty sure that my boss would've signed off my remaining hours because I've taught alongside with her, but the only person in the office at the time was the whole pool supervisor, so basically the boss of my boss (or as I call him: The ultimate boss).

He's a nice guy, so I don't feel all that intimidated by him, but I always have in mind that he's the ultimate boss.

I told him that I had a few hours left of practice teaching, but shortly after I got hired, I had a sub offer so I took it and I forgot about them, and seeing as the program's changing, I wanted to see if I could get my hours signed off.

Out of 4 sheets, 3 of them were already signed, so I only needed him to sign one sheet.

He told me that he shouldn't be signing them because I didn't actually do it, and that my course instructor and one the two supervisors who hired me shouldn't have hired me if I didn't have my hours completed but I think that that's when he remembered what I did.

When my friend was out sick and no one knew if he wrote his report cards for his classes or not, I stayed behind at the pool for two or so hours, writing them for him.

It wasn't my responsibility at all, I didn't have to do it, but I did and it was an action that didn't go unforgotten.

Although he never mentioned that, he still signed the papers.

I wouldn't have been fired, but I possibly could've been told not to take any more shifts until I finished the hours.

I offered to finish them, but he told me that there's no point because I've been in the water so much already and I'm already teaching classes.

In the end, the papers were signed, but I'm going to be careful for the next week or two. If he does call me and says that he wants me to finish the hours, then so be it, it's not the end of the world.

I am thankful that he did signed the paper for me, but he did it fairly. He knows how I teach and he knows that I don't feel uncomfortable in the water and that I'll do whatever I can to help the kids learn and move up, so it wasn't as though he didn't give it a second thought.

Either way, extra work payed off for me big time today.

I'm not implying with this post that you should skip out on work, this post was to show that doing something extra can not only help you gain experience (for me it was writing report cards), but it can also add a good word or two to your name.


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Take The Time To Relax

I know that I have the biggest softball tournament of the year coming up in about a week and I still have a bad ankle, but when my friend asked me to sub for him and teach swimming lessons, I couldn't refuse.

In the facility I work in, there's a rule that states teachers have to leave their work sheets at the pool in case an emergency comes up and you can't make it in, someone can cover your shift and know what to teach the kids.

My friend doesn't leave his stuff there, everyone knows it but it's not really been a problem until recently.

Awhile back ago, I had to write his report cards for him because he didn't leave his stuff at the facility and no one could get ahold of him to see if he did them or not.

I stayed back to do them, an good thing I did because he never did them.

I got a text from him today asking if I could sub for him today, and as I mentioned before, I agreed.

I asked him what the classes were and where the worksheets/lesson plans were, but I didn't get all the information.

He told me the levels that I were to teach in order and the names (or the majority of the names) of the kids in each class, but I didn't have an lesson plans.

I would've gone over to his house to pick them up, but I couldn't because he was out of town by the time he asked me to sub for him.

I understand that it's not necessarily his fault that I couldn't get the lesson plans, maybe some last minute emergency came up and he couldn't make it into work today, but it's not my responsibility to write some up, for someone else's classes, either.

If there's a rule that says leave them in the work place, leave them in the work place and make it easier for someone who will cover a shift for you.

Either way, I went in early and made up some lesson plans before the classes.

I felt as though the classes I taught weren't well done because I was constantly saying "Um..", reading the lesson plan that I wrote in a rush to have one for each class, and I just wasn't confident in what I was saying.

Had I had lesson plans that were already made, I could've studied them and know what I was doing better, but I didn't have lesson plans and I didn't feel confident in what I was teaching.

When I got home, I have no other way to explain it other than I wasn't feeling all that great and it was because of my teaching shift.

You could say that I felt down about it, but I was also tired and frustrated, so overall I wasn't in a good mood.

It was as if I was disappointed in myself.

Something I realized today is that it's alright to be in a foul mood once you finish something or once you get home.

It's okay to go take a bath and relax, it's okay to stay in your bedroom alone, it's okay to listen to music so loud that you can't hear anything else, anything you want to do that can either distract you it help you relax from whatever event could've taken place.

When I get in a foul mood, I usually don't want to talk to anyone, and you don't have to. However, I would recommend for someone else's sake that if you don't want to talk to anyone yet you get a phone all or a text, tell them something along the lines of "Hey, I'm not feeling all that great at the moment, can I get back to you later?"

That way, you aren't hurting anyone, you aren't making others think that you're ignoring them and its a really polite way to say that you need some space for awhile.

You don't owe anyone anything and you don't have to pretend to be all cheerful when you're honestly in a foul mood, everyone gets that way at times.

Take whatever time you need to just breathe and relax because you owe that to yourself.

i've said this many times before, but your own health comes first, so don't feel as though you have to entertain for other people because you don't.

Take a moment for yourself, and make that moment however long you need it to be.


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Play Smart

I know it's Thursday, but I promise that I have a good excuse as to why I didn't post yesterday like I normally do.

I sprained my ankle pretty badly.

Let me go back to Monday night; I was playing a softball game and I was running to home plate from third and I had to slide, but the catcher blocked the plate so I slid right into her leg gear.

I'm not quite sure as to what exactly happened because it all happened so fast, but I think that I slid with my foot extended, so when I hit her leg, my ankle rolled over itself.

I never actually touched the plate though, so I flipped over to be on all fours and I touched the plate with my hand, but after that I took a minute of the field.

I couldn't get up because it hurt too bad, so I waiting a few minutes, took a few deep breathes and got up with the help of my coach and dad, then I hobbled off the field.

I iced it at the field, elevated it and all, but my mom ended up taking me to the Emergency Room not too long after.

I spent the majority of my evening in the Emergency Room, got X-rays, was told that it wasn't broken and that I can leave.

When I got home, I started icing it and doing everything I could to start the healing process.

I couldn't sleep well at all because I was in pain, so every night I wouldn't sleep much at all, only a few hours, therefore I spent most of Tuesday and Wednesday napping during the days.

I was exhausted by Wednesday, so I didn't have the energy to write and I was asleep for most of the day.

That's why I couldn't post on Wednesday, so my apologies that this is late.

With that story of how I got this injury, I want to go off a little bit more from my posts Injuries and Recoveries, and Being Conscious of Injuries.

In those posts, I wrote about how you shouldn't be ashamed or embarrassed for whatever you need to recover from an injury or illness and you shouldn't be ashamed or embarrassed of it because you know it's helping you heal; and also how you should know your limits and be concious of your pain level and movement.

I'm not ashamed or embarrassed to have physio tape on, an ankle brace and crutches, but I am worried.

I'm worried because I'm supposed to be going to the biggest softball tournament of the year in a week and a half from today.

I'm worried that I won't heal in time and that I either make it worse while playing or that I make it worse while playing in the tournament.

It's a hard situation where I'm in a time limit, but I know that healing is the priority.

When it comes to an injury where you have to be better pretty quickly, then there's only one thing you can do:

Hold back.

Don't do anything strenuous, don't try to jump into something to quickly and don't be afraid to sit something out.

I'm actually currently writing this from a laser tag place, I'm not playing, but I came here to be with the group I was coming with.

I hate not being able to play, but I know healing is the main priority and that I have to hold back on this.

I'm still with the group, I'm still having fun, but I know that I can't do everything that they are, and that's okay

I didn't feel like a loser while waiting for them, I don't feel as though I was wasting my time because I did enjoy myself even though I had limits that others didn't.

I knew that I had to be careful and take care of myself, so that's what I did.

There's absolutely no shame in taking care of yourself and backing out of activities.If anything, it says a lot about yourself and proves how much you will take your recovery into your own hands.


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Silent Battles

As some of you may know, I volunteer at an immigration museum, but I haven't been having steady shifts because my schedule is all over the place at the moment, however I was finally able to go in today.

My shift had a quiet start, I started in two of the hands-on stations; one where you can take a little citizenship quiz and another where you can colour a suitcase.The colouring of the suitcase station is mainly for younger kids while parents look around, but sometimes we have teens and parents that join in!

I met some lovely people while at the citizenship table and I also met this family with three adorable little boys of the ages four, two and a half and a baby that I say might've been six/seven/eight months or so.   

I'm not one to usually go out of my way to talk to a stranger as you all know, but it's different in a work environment. I'm not sure why I find myself more outgoing there, but maybe it's because people are interested in what you're saying and are curious. 

I'm not sure what it is, but I love talking to the people who come through the museum because people are visiting the museum from every corner of the world. 

Seeing as it's an immigration museum, we have visitors that have actually immigrated through, what's now known to be, the museum. They love to stop and chat about their experience and where they came from and it's honestly such an amazing thing to hear their stories.

Anyway, after those stations I was then at the information booth alongside a co worker.

The co worker I was with is actually an immigrant herself (not through the museum, however) and today I got to ask her about her learning experience.

Where she grew up, she would learn things and the teachers would go on about how "This is the Belgian way to say it...This is the French way to say it...This is the Canadian way to say it.." so she ended up learning how to say specific things in many different languages and that blew my mind.

I was amazed by that and she went on to teach me how to say a few numbers the Belgic way when she told me that she was tired.

I asked if she was going home after her shift and it's what she told me next that made me admire her even more.

She told me that she never went home after her shift at the museum because she had to go work at one of her other jobs out of three.

She told me what she did and what her hours were and I was...shocked. 

She's working three jobs to pay off her appartment and to put herself through a university course here.

She told me how she wanted to find a cheaper apartment because her current one was starting to be too much for her alone, and she also told me how her current landlords won't do anything for her.

She explained to me that she had a broken window since this winter and they won't come by to fix it and that she's struggling with a rat problem. She's tried many things to get rid of the rats, but it's not working. 

She told that sometimes it got to be too much.

I know that I said "She told me.." many times, but I wasn't quite sure how else to word it besides "She went on.." and to me, that sounds almost negative, but I wanted to listen to her story.

I wanted to listen to her story because I didn't know it.

I didn't know her story and I probably never would've been able to guess it because she always has a smile on her face.

She told me that she was tired yet she kept smiling, she was happy, she was kind, she was energetic, she was friendly, approachable, caring and overall amazing.

I've only known this woman for a little bit, but she has been smiley, happy, kind, energetic, friendly, approachable and caring since the day I met her. I can't imagine how long she's been that way and will continue to be that way.

I never knew that she was struggling with any of that, but she reminded me of something really important.

Everyday, people everywhere are struggling with their own silent battles. We don't know what position the people around us are in, so we should always be kind and not try to make things worse for other people.

If someone needs a reason to be kind, there it is. 

You honestly have no clue about other people's battles until they tell you it themselves.

Although it was sad to hear her story, I have nothing but respect for her. She's just incredible and amazing. I can only hope that someday I'll be as strong as she is.

Silent battles are the ones that take up the most energy and strength, but no one else is aware. It's almost like struggling to swim while all the people around you are holding on to a flotation device but you can't ask for one; maybe because your mouth is underwater or maybe because you don't know if that person needs that flotation device more than you.

In the end, silent battles are the strongest fought battles. You can never know who fought one or who is currently fighting one.

Either way, being kind to someone might make the battle a little easier for them.


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Changing For The Better

Well I did as I said I would on my last post, Compliments At The Beach & Understanding Friends, and it feels pretty great to make someone else's day!

Giving compliments is something big for me, not because I don't want to give them, but because I'm too shy to give them to people most of the time.

Just like big projects, I'm working myself up.

When I was at the museum on Sunday, I gave out a few small compliments such as "I love your hair," or "I really like your shirt."

Nothing major yet, but someday I'll be able to go up to someone and tell them that I think they're pretty.

It might not be soon, but it will happen.

Apart from that, I haven't done much today.

I got a few more shifts at the museum, I worked out my schedule a little more in the morning, but in the afternoon I went to the beach with my friends who are in town visiting.

I didn't really feel like going in today, I don't have a specific reason as to why and they understood that this time around and I'm really grateful for that.

They were understanding and didn't make me feel bad for not wanting to go in and I love them for that.

As you can see, this hasn't been a very long post, but I still think it's s really good post because I'm improving.

I'm improving on my social skills with strangers and I now know that I have two, very understanding friends that won't pressure me into things if I say "No," or even "I'm not too sure about this one,"

I was really lucky to have all of this happen in a very short amount of time, so if you're in a similar situation but it's not going as fast, don't worry about it, the change will come when you're ready to.

Although I've been feeling on a low for what seems the longest time now, things seem to be changing and going up. 

I'm excited for when they do.


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Compliments At The Beach & Understanding Friends

I met up with some friends that I only see once a or twice a year and it was nice to be able to see them again.

My parents and I drive down to their summer cottage, and from there we walked down to the beach.

I walked down to the beach with my two friends alone, our parents were a few minutes behind us, and we picked out a spot to set up at.

My friends kind of dropped their stuff in a spot before running in to go swim because the water was really nice, but I decided to sit back for a bit, sunscreen up and enjoy the sun.

I was just setting my bad down, moving a few things over so things weren't thrown all over our little spot in the beach and getting stuff out of my bag when this teen/early 20's girl came over to me.

At first, I thought "Oh no, we did something wrong. Maybe we're too close to where she and her boyfriend are set up, maybe we disturbed them,  I don't know, I just hope everything's okay."

She came up to me and said "Hi, I just want to say that I think you're really pretty."

I only had the time to muster up a thank you before she went back to where she was set up with her boyfriend.

I honestly think that that was the first time ever that someone actually came up to me to say that they think that I'm pretty.

It definitely made me feel good, but I also felt a little more confident after that. It was really sweet of her to come up and say that to me.

Having a few jobs, I see a lot of people and I'm constantly meeting new people. A lot of these people are are pretty, nice, have a nice shirt or anything along those lines, but I would never have the courage to go up to someone and tell them that I like their shirt or that I think they're pretty.

I want to change that about me.

I'm working tomorrow and if I see someone wearing a nice shirt or someone who I find pretty, I want to tell them.

It's sweet when your friends compliment you, but there's something different about when it's someone you don't know who compliments you.

It feels more genuine in that way.

Either way, I'm going to try and take a step out of my comfort zone for a positive reason.

Shortly following that, our parents met up with us and we spent the day swimming, relaxing on the beach and just catching up with each other.

After that, we headed back up to their cottage, watched a baseball game on the small TV and had supper.

When we finished supper, my friends wanted me to go on the paddleboat with them. I told them that I would be fine sitting on the shore and watching them, plus I had to leave soon, but they insisted that I go out with them.

They didn't know that I deal with anxiety though.

I'm a very good swimmer; I swam for many years of my life and I'm even a swim teacher now! I'm really comfortable around the water, it's just that this was a black bottom lake meaning that I couldn't see the bottom.

I didn't want to disappoint them so I got in the boat and we started to go out. 

I felt really uncomfortable and anxious. The boat was so close to the water and I couldn't see the bottom of the lake and it freaked me out. I started to feel as though I was going to be sick and my breathing changed a little bit.

One of my friends noticed and told the other one to head back in to shore. They asked me what was wrong but I didn't feel as though I could answer without being sick or crying a bit.

When we got to shore, they didn't pressure me into telling them anything and I was thankful for that.

I did tell them, though, because I felt like they deserved to know. I've been friends with them for years and I knew that I could trust them.

Either way, no matter what the scenario is, you should never feel pressured into doing something. Especially when your friends are involved.

If they insist you do something, say that you don't want to do it with a little more authority in your voice and maybe they'll understand.

If they don't forget it. If you don't feel safe or comfortable, do whatever it takes to make you feel so. Real friends shouldn't put you in that position.

If you're like me and afraid to disappoint your friends, remember to not disappoint yourself above all.

It was really nice to spend the day with them, like I mentioned I don't see them often and I really enjoyed the day except for that little paddleboat incident.

However, even with that, I still had a nice day.


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