Hi team! This blog post is from our newly retired team captain Khoa Tran! It’s breaking away from the pattern thus far of full on prose, but enjoy! (He wrote this about something else; I promise it’s not implying anything about Club Swim!!!!)
Voyage into the Smoke
I stand here watching my daydreams,
Drain from my quartet around me,
My wooden neck and casting away my wings.
I thought I could fly and talk to God,
But God had determined me too small.
Or perhaps too large to march among the sky,
Leaving me to cry along with the clouds.
But even now, I don’t belong in the clouds
As they cast me out from heaven.
Hi Club Swim! Get excited because it’s finally meet week!! Last year was our very first home meet ever, and we’re back at it again this weekend! This year, Brown and UVM are coming up to swim against us, and of course, we’ll have pizza after! (I’m kind of excited for the swimming, really excited for the pizza.)
This term has been a little different for me because I’m off but still on campus doing research. A lot of my fellow ‘19s are off campus (shout out to Sarah for coming up from DC three times this term though), but I’m keeping myself busy by doing a little more on club swim—I’m social chair (even though Campbell still does a lot of the work, thanks Campbell), and I was in charge of the gear. But one thing hasn’t changed for me this term, and it’s how pumped I am for our meets.
Meet weekends are always my favorites of the term because I get to spend so much time hanging out with club swim. I really love away meets because we get to spend two hours in the car both ways jamming out to the playlist Sarah and I made our freshman year (shameless plug for Club Swim 15F on Spotify – still the reigning and undisputed best playlist of club swim) and telling secrets. The first club swim meet I went to freshman fall was definitely a huge part of why I stuck with the team and have come to love it so much. Continue reading
Hello loyal followers of Dartmouth Club Swim! I’m Libby, I’m a ’20, and new to leadership. For some reason, it seems like everyone is off this term. Why, you might ask. Well, Hanover winters are known to be a little chilly at times, like your hair freezes after practice kind of chilly, so many of us take the opportunity to get out of town, go on a foreign study program, do an internship or research. And though we may not feel like we’re missing out on the blizzards for dayz, the FOMO on Club Swim is
Winnie, my brother’s dog!!
real. Continue reading
Hi everyone, Che here. In perusing the previous entries on our blog this winter for ~inspiration (read: ideas to steal for myself), I noticed that a lot of what we’ve offered up has been our experiences away from (/coming back to) campus, and more importantly, away from Club Swim. Perhaps, dear reader, you’ve been pining for an inside look at what 18W has been like for club swim – the day to day grind in the pool; meetings in smoke-filled rooms planning for our next incredibly successful social event (come thru); how Kimmy, Michael and the rest of our heroic leadership team possibly manage to balance studies with keeping our crazy group afloat.
If so, you’ll have to wait until next week. I, too, have been away, on a study abroad in France. It’s much warmer here than in Hanover – think single-digits Celsius in stead of Fahrenheit – but winter is winter, and the best part of my winter at Dartmouth has always been Club Swim. Continue reading
On Coming Home
After two months in London, I finally went swimming at the London Aquatics Centre just a five-minute walk from my dorm. Walking into the 2012 Olympic pool was incredibly…familiar. Continue reading
This weekend, a group of us volunteered for the Special Olympics. We were given a very important task: provide the food. As athletes, we know how important it is to refuel after exercise, so we made sure to encourage all the athletes to eat to their heart’s content. It was touching to see how proud some of the athletes were of their accomplishments. Maybe the most surprising part of the day was the range of age and skill level of the athletes. I talked to a young boy of 8 or 9 who came to get hot chocolate and was sad that he had not placed in one of his events. I also talked to another athlete of at least 35, who had limited speech but was very proud of his ribbons, pointing repeatedly to the visible manifestations of his accomplishments. Even Laura from FOCO was there! Continue reading