A lack of better access to consortia and the money to pay for lessons drives a ethnic partition in swimming ability. But after are married, I had no choice but to dive in
If you just relax, youll move. Everyone floats, Monica, their teachers, adds calmly while Im flapping my terminus in sheer fright. Im in the deep death of a Los Angeles swimming pool in May, and Im here to learn how to swim.
Swimming is not something I do , nor am I especially fond of is available on the sea unless Im in a bubble bathtub. Why? Drowning. Strangling. Dropping to the bottom. I only cant figure out why anyone would willfully put themselves in those instances where they could die so easily. Why probability it? I also feel this space about skydiving, rock climbing, and unprotected sexual relations with a stranger in a truck stop shower. But here I am today, emphatically taking this gradation or sprinkle, if you will afford me the rhetorical indulgence.
Throughout my life, strange folks have often requested information about my aversion to swimming, and the conversation has inevitably turned to race. My mother-in-laws friend once told me that she heard black peoples surface was heavier, so they cant move easily. Im not one to stir up trouble in a social place. I hate squabbles, specially when relatives are implied, and theres no way to acquire an disagreement like that. What was I supposed to do weigh my own scalp to prove her wrong? All I could do was shrug my shoulders and tell, Maybe.