I Will Save Your Life

I take Bronze Med every Wednesday, which is basically, a group of teenagers being awkward around each other while practicing what techniques to use when someone has a spinal injury in the water.
The whole shebang is three hours and fifteen minutes long, two hours of which are spent taking notes and practicing CPR on Annie, probably the creepiest doll I have ever seen. Her chest is made to rise as you blow air into her, and then slowly leaks it out again, making it look like she is actually breathing. She freaks us all out.
And then there's the laps, twenty lengths of the pool in fifteen minutes is what we're supposed to be able to do by exam time. I can make twenty lengths in about twenty-four minutes, but to be fair, no one else has gotten faster than twenty.
Our teacher then dunks half of us into the pool and tells us to pretend that we're drowning. We flap our arms, dunk under water and generally splash about for a while before eagerly swimming to the side of the pool at the beckoning call of our partners. Honestly? This will not prepare us for a time when we may actually have to save someone who's drowning. Or at least the actors for our exam who tend to look and act like they are actually dying.
It all boils down to a rather sad attempt at a life saving course.
To top it all off, I look and feel quite awkward and awful in a bathing suit, and continually have to fend off come-on's from a chubby boy who obviously thinks remarks comparing girls to Vanessa Hudgens is absolutely brilliant and will have piles of girls at his feet basking in his suave glow. This is hardly the case and everyone, it seems, knows this and like to laugh quietly at my sad fate of trying not to be a total jerk to this poor boy while being oh so glad they're not in my place.
Our teacher's assistant likes to spend her time gossiping with a certain group of slightly air-headed girls, while our teacher himself likes to flirt with another lifeguard, who always taking the time to wander over without his shirt on.
It's all a little ridiculous.
The redeeming qualities? Aside from the fact that practicing life-saving techniques is hilarious fun, the cutest, funniest guy happens to be extremely desperate. Desperate enough to even like me, a little. I'm pretty sure we've agreed on kissing at some point, which is pretty sweet. Sadly? Ii'm desperate to look forward to next week, and trying to show up early.
Sad. I know.