Lifeguarding

Today was an epic day at life guarding.

A guy had a seizure in the pool. At first I wasn't sure what was happening, I just saw this dark blob at the bottom of the pool. However I assumed that he could swim because a) he was an older kid, and b) he was in the deep end. So I didn't really think much about it. But then these people at the other end of the pool started yelling for help. The other lifeguard there with me, Rae, got into the pool before I did. I got the backboard and first aid kits. However, the two people at the end of the pool who had called our attention actually got him out of the pool and started administering CPR. Apparently they both work in the hospital and see that kind of stuff every day. I just stood there, watching them and feeling helpless. A bystander had called 911 so the EMS, firemen, and police were all on their way. 

It all happened so fast. The whole time I felt so helpless but I suppose the people who had really saved him were more experienced than I was. But still I suppose I did all I could. 

I had to file the report and answer a bunch of questions. It didn't help that Rae kind of broke down. She was crying and everyone kept asking us if we were OK. It was actually nothing new. I've seen seizures before but I guess Rae hadn't. 

I guess what I really learned from this experience was to be more alert and focus more. Hmm. 

So yeah, pretty exciting/scary I guess. 

A Theory

I have this theory that when someone writes something down, it's like seeing a little part of their brain. The part that doesn't come out very often but is stowed away in the back. When you write it down you share it with the whole world. It's like learning something about someone that you never knew. I think you can deduce so much from some one's writing. (But I feel like that's common sense and yes I felt like stating it.) 

Like me, for example. You can tell I'm very random, uncreative, and I love Sims and art. You basically know me as well as the majority of people. 

I also think too much. Sometimes I drive myself crazy with my thoughts. Like Pericles. 

Really, Bianka, Really? 

*Wow. You fail.

Maybe this is why I'm just a little weirded out that ***war read my blog. I'm not necessarily weirded out, but it's kind of odd thinking about it. No, I'm weirded out. 

*In reference to my stating that he was a Greek sculptor at Nationals and forgetting about Phidias and Praxiteles. Yes, that is a failure for me. 

Ein Tag!

One more day! Then Sims 3!

I am convinced that when it comes out, all will be good in the world. 

Famine and wars will end.

There will be peace. 

Happiness will be in abundance and every one's hearts will be tranquil. 

For me, at least.