My sophomore year English class was being taught in a large swimming pool.
We had divided into two teams, and each team had their own Olympic-sized
swimming pool. Between the two pools was a wall of glass, and the only door
between the two rooms was underwater and sealed somewhat like a Ziploc
baggie does. My teacher told me that I had to swim unnoticed into the other
pool and grab a piece of paper that was in the next room. I couldn't look at
the paper until I got it back into our room; if I did, we would lose. The team
was set on winning. The object was to get the paper back to my teacher
intact without having the other team notice. The problem was that I am
absolutely terrified of things underwater, and I would have to go under to get
through the door. The competition was really important to me, however, so
after treading water around the door for a few minutes, I finally forced myself
to go through it. When I broke the surface, everyone on the other team just
said hello to me and continued playing in the water; they didn't care about the
competition at all. They were more interested in having a good time. I got out
of the pool and walked over to the computer that had appeared in the
corner, found the file we needed, and printed it out. Behind me, the other
team had started playing volleyball with a huge beach ball. I picked up the
paper from the printer tray, but my hands were wet and the ink started to
smear. Then I realized that there was no way I could get it back through the
door without soaking it and ruining the ink. I opened the paper and started
trying to memorize it, but the second I started reading it the ink disappeared
and the paper disintegrated.
-- Mary
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