The Spot

Brr. I mean, holy crap!
Remember that time Mr. Kyte had that winter hike? And we froze in the first five minutes but just.. kept.. going? This was like that. So difficult, challenging, rewarding, cold.
I made it though! I am now a certified national beach lifeguard. With flying colors too: j'ai reussi l'epreuve physique la premiere fois! And did I mention the course was in french?
I learned soooo many Quebecois curses this weekend! Ca-lis de Cris espece de chien sale foque va t'en faire foutre for example. Ahhh... so satifying.
I learned these curses from my fellow classmates because it was so cold. Cursing warms the blood when the weather won't. And it works! I made my time on the first try: a 100m sprint, 100m swim, 100m swimming with a victim in less than 6 minutes! 5:30 to be exact.
And it felt sooo good to come home to my nice warm bed. And now I get paid more! Speaking of which, my supervisor showed me her draft of the summer schedule. Oh my freakin' God. Get this: as an "experiment", she's giving me and the other head lifeguard a 6 day on 6 day off schedule. (!) I think I just died and went to beach-bumming-while-getting-paid heaven.
Needless to say, things are great. And my parents are just calling, so I guess I have to go. Emilie's in NS this week! Yes!
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