Lifeguard, Lake, & Learning

while Lifeguarding at Bethel Christian Camp i noticed that the trepid girls huddled on the floating dock, while the intrepid boys swam after the pusillanimous box turtle. i felt a swelling of observation overtake me.

turning my attention to the entirety of the swimmers i was forced to rebuke some of the campers for acting in such a way to jeopardize others by not swimming carefully, and i caused them to sit out of the Lake. it was painful to do this because when i forced them to sit on the dock i knew they longed for immersion, yet they forfeit privilege when they weren't safe. if the campers refuse to Learn how to swim carefully and submit their understanding, then they won't be allowed in the pool to begin with, but if they Learn and forget to review diligently, then their time in the Lake will undulate. as the Lifeguard i wanted them to swim in the Lake by means of Learning.

all at once the swimmers began to profess that one camper in the middle wasn't obeying the swim area rules. i paused to investigate the matter, at which point i realized how fuliginous and ethereal everything had suddenly become. when i asked what the problem was, the crowd answered that he was digging his feet too far into the sand in the swim area. confused by why this mattered, i told them that wasn't a rule, to which they replied, "just because it's not written down doesn't mean it's not a rule of common understanding." then i chided them for their absurd refusal to admit to their ignorance and for betraying the simple hierarchy of necessary reason. shortly after these events i woke up in a palmy sweat on a sofa in the Boat House to the effervescent tune of eager campers waiting to swim.