“Way to traumatize young kids, you evil swimming instructor!”
I like the way you’ve narrated the story… The contrast between the relatively large amount of text in the first two panels and the single “HA” makes the third panel have a special impact.
Also, I really like that Pierre-Luc is being very energetic and enthusiastically yelling at you to come and play!
i’ve always had trouble swimming. i’ve almost drowned on several occasions.
in elementary school, i took swimming classes. after passing level 1, i was mistakenly put in level 3 and almost drowned again. “okay girls, swim across the 12ft deep pool!”
i’d be right next to you at the side of the pool having fun without pierre-luc. he’d be jealous.
My swimming classes didn’t even have levels. They’d be obligatory, too. I had to take swimming classes in high school too and I dreaded every single one of them.
My mom made us take swimming lessons at the Y, but the only pool anecdote I remember is the one where the boys pulled the fire alarm just to see the girls in swimsuits run out in the snow.
my dad´s way t0 teach us t0 swim was t0 dr0p us in the part that was deep f0r us, pretty effective and traumatizing.
y0ur face at last pannel is hilari0us “naaah ill just chill here where is SAFE!!”
Just started reading so sorry about posting on an older one, but thought I would share my experience with swim lessons. I remember that when I was taking them as a kid we would have free swim at the end of the week and were aloud to use the diving boards. I decided the high dive would be fun. Once at the top I discovered I had a fear of heights. Wanting to come back down I was denied by the teachers and life guards. Finally a life guard climbed up, picked me up, held me over the water…..and dropped me from the diving board. I sank like a rock and my swim teacher had to dive in to pull me out.
We didn’t have swimming at my school, so the only reason I know anything about swimming is because of what my family colloquially referred to as “the pool” (which was, ironically, in a school). http://www.execulink.com/~tpollard/photo-7.html
Commenting from 2021!
Anyway, I didn’t go to preschool or daycare, but my parents wanted me to have some kind of structured learning before I started primary school, so they sent me to swimming lessons.
Now, I was alright at swimming back then, not the best in my class of four year olds, but not the worst either. The big issue was that I was completely unwilling to put my face underwater. The way bigger, traumatising for over a decade, issue was that my instructor decided to combat this by having me sit at the edge of the pool as she sang “Humpty Dumpty”. She didn’t inform me of what was going on, I wasn’t wearing goggles or holding my breath, and when she got to “fall” and pushed me off the edge, I got eyes and a throat full of chlorinated water. I was coughing and crying for (what felt like, I’m Autistic and was four, so time blindness is kicking in big time) hours, and I never went back to those lessons.
“Way to traumatize young kids, you evil swimming instructor!”
I like the way you’ve narrated the story… The contrast between the relatively large amount of text in the first two panels and the single “HA” makes the third panel have a special impact.
Also, I really like that Pierre-Luc is being very energetic and enthusiastically yelling at you to come and play!
I would have shoved him in that pool.
Yeah, there’s a lot of text in this one… I could’ve skipped the “BOY/GIRL” part, but I’m going to use it for another swimming anecdote. ;)
Thanks!
I swear I never saw him with one single foot in the water.
I had a swimming instructor in elementary school, too! =O I don’t remember him… or her (xD), but I’m still horrible at swimming!
i’ve always had trouble swimming. i’ve almost drowned on several occasions.
in elementary school, i took swimming classes. after passing level 1, i was mistakenly put in level 3 and almost drowned again. “okay girls, swim across the 12ft deep pool!”
i’d be right next to you at the side of the pool having fun without pierre-luc. he’d be jealous.
Glad to know I’m not the only one!
My swimming classes didn’t even have levels. They’d be obligatory, too. I had to take swimming classes in high school too and I dreaded every single one of them.
i’m very thankful that my school is too underfunded to have a swimming pool. yet, there’s a swimming team. i’m not sure how.
My mom made us take swimming lessons at the Y, but the only pool anecdote I remember is the one where the boys pulled the fire alarm just to see the girls in swimsuits run out in the snow.
my dad´s way t0 teach us t0 swim was t0 dr0p us in the part that was deep f0r us, pretty effective and traumatizing.
y0ur face at last pannel is hilari0us “naaah ill just chill here where is SAFE!!”
This is why I love teaching kindergarten/elementary.
That’s evil…
Hardcore dad!
Thats the mexican way
I blame computergames for my fear of water.
Just started reading so sorry about posting on an older one, but thought I would share my experience with swim lessons. I remember that when I was taking them as a kid we would have free swim at the end of the week and were aloud to use the diving boards. I decided the high dive would be fun. Once at the top I discovered I had a fear of heights. Wanting to come back down I was denied by the teachers and life guards. Finally a life guard climbed up, picked me up, held me over the water…..and dropped me from the diving board. I sank like a rock and my swim teacher had to dive in to pull me out.
Don’t be sorry!
And whoa, this is so wrong — why do they think they’re doing? Giving kids a favour by forcing them to try things they don’t want to? Geez.
We didn’t have swimming at my school, so the only reason I know anything about swimming is because of what my family colloquially referred to as “the pool” (which was, ironically, in a school). http://www.execulink.com/~tpollard/photo-7.html
Commenting from 2021!
Anyway, I didn’t go to preschool or daycare, but my parents wanted me to have some kind of structured learning before I started primary school, so they sent me to swimming lessons.
Now, I was alright at swimming back then, not the best in my class of four year olds, but not the worst either. The big issue was that I was completely unwilling to put my face underwater. The way bigger, traumatising for over a decade, issue was that my instructor decided to combat this by having me sit at the edge of the pool as she sang “Humpty Dumpty”. She didn’t inform me of what was going on, I wasn’t wearing goggles or holding my breath, and when she got to “fall” and pushed me off the edge, I got eyes and a throat full of chlorinated water. I was coughing and crying for (what felt like, I’m Autistic and was four, so time blindness is kicking in big time) hours, and I never went back to those lessons.
That is a terrible way to teach a child (a 4yo!!). I’m sorry you had to go through that :(