The world is obnoxiously serious. But it doesn’t have to be. This column
is testament to that. In a life full of nuisance, pain, and strife there can be
found a rich abundance of hilarity and laughter. Sports may seem a trivial and
complex choreographed performance, but it’s really just a game. And what are
games? Fun. Just like this column.
I like to fancy myself a fine swimmer. By “fine swimmer” I mean I
can float on my face without sucking in a gallon of water, and I can doggy
paddle like nobody’s business. However, I never passed level six of swimming
lessons, mainly because I sucked at the Butterfly, so anything more advanced is
That’s why I talked
to sophomore Jaelin Crook. I needed to get into the mind of a true
swimmer and see what makes them kick. Pun intended.
age did you stop using floaties?
don’t recall using them.”
age did you decide you wanted to join a team that allowed you to competitively
swim very fast?
joined a competitive team at age 6.”
had to listen to a Christmas song before every meet, which would it be?
Got Run Over by a Reindeer.”
could swim in a pool filled with something other than water what would it be?
you rather set a new school record, or win the Showcase Showdown on Price is
your favorite Mean Girls quote?
how many times have you peed in a pool?
least once every time I practice.”
false: Anne Hathaway is married…
how do I know? I looked it up online.”
fruit do you think bullies other fruit?
you rather mess up the words to the Star Spangled Banner at the Super Bowl, or
wear your underwear on the outside for a year?
my underwear on the outside for a year.”
could travel back in time and punch one historical figure, who would it be?
Crook: Where’s my