Lifeguarding..

I'm about to die guys.

Very much so.

I have been at lifeguarding for the past two days.
Friday from 5-10. And today from 9-8:30.

And I have been working my (very small) tookus off.

Today for example:

We've been learning how to strap on backboards (a hard board thing) in shallow water (3 ft)
And at the very end we had to do it in the deep end (10 ft.) Which is definately not as easy as it is in shallow water. And for me, everything that could possibly go wrong without having to start over, did.

My partner was about as useful as a lump of coal. Two or three straps got stuck, and caught on things. My foot got caught in the loop of the lifeguarding tube. Aaaand best of all I was being watched by 10 other people.

the pressure was on. And I survived, and got no "Good job!" "You did well!" or anything. But everyone who failed at it got all the reassurance ever. I feel somedays that I'm working my butt off for nothing.

I miss my room, I miss my bed, I miss my friends, and most of all, I miss my boyfriend. I call him every chance I get. I'm going crazy. I seriously don't know what i'd ever do without him.

I love him so much. But anyway.

I'm chlorinated, I'm tired, and I really really don't want to take another CPR class. HOPEFULLY we get done early tomorrow. As in, before 8 so I can get home before 10. Please. I want to see my boyfriend tomorrow night. Its bad enough I won't get to help him with his paper route. Ugh. I'm a horrible girlfriend.



Well, guys, I'm going to sleep.
Wish me luck. (Not like anyone reads this anyway.)