Story of Diving: The Last Dive Mishap

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The Last Dive Mishap
It had been a busy week for me at school. With multiple assignments due, group projects to manage, and tests to study for, I needed help keeping up with the workload. Every day was a never-ending cycle of lectures, note-taking, and learning. On top of the academic demands, I also had extracurricular activities that required my time and attention. I was part of the school’s debate team, attending weekly meetings and preparing for upcoming tournaments. I also volunteered at a local animal shelter on the weekends, which was a cause close to my heart, but also added to my already hectic schedule. Despite my efforts to stay organized and on top of everything, I needed to catch up. I was sometimes stressed and overwhelmed, wondering how to finish everything. But in the end, I managed to power through the week, using my time management skills and perseverance to tackle each task individually. Though it was not easy, I felt satisfied knowing that I had accomplished everything I set out to do. After I have completed everything, there will be a fulfilling reward for me.
Finally, the day I had been waiting for weeks had arrived. It was the end of summer, and I was finally going to fulfill my dream of diving into the deep blue sea. Growing up, I had always loved swimming and being in the water. My parents often took us to the beach or the local pool; we were natural in the water. I also like to tag one of my friends who liked diving since having someone around would be fun. However, it was not until a family vacation to a tropical island that my interest in diving was sparked. During that vacation, our family decided to go on a snorkeling trip to explore the colorful coral reefs surrounding the island. As I swam amongst the reefs, I was captivated by the splendor and diversity of the underwater world. I saw schools of tropical fish swimming past, sea turtles lazily gliding through the water, and even a few harmless sharks in the distance. Before this journey, I used to believe that sea creatures were dangerous, especially sharks. Watching harmless sharks from a distance made me appreciate everything about nature and what was found in our waters. After that snorkeling trip, I could not stop thinking about the incredible sights they had seen underwater.
With the tragic stories my parents heard about diving, they were unwilling to allow me to take such great risks. I remember begging my parents to let me try scuba diving, and eventually, I was old enough to take a beginner’s course. I remember being very scared during my first class of scuba diving experience. The idea of leaving the world and exploring the waters, which I found mysterious, made me even more scared. The fact that every yell or my voice was going to be left unheard underwater made things even worse. But as the saying goes, "Be brave enough to try something new; you might just succeed," which made me more determined. The first ten minutes of my scuba experience, I did not take my eyes off my teacher. They were my only hope, but as I sank, I started to take shape and became focused.
When I was nearly 15 meters down in the sea, the life I saw inside the wares was magical. I remember there was a time I stopped breathing for seconds, not because of fear but because of the things I saw beneath the sea. I even felt that the world slowed down so that I could record every moment and even remember it. What I explored during my diving classes was more beautiful than I ever imagined. It was less than 30 minutes from my first dive, and I was unsure if I wanted to return to reality. I was determined to learn diving and get this experience with my friends.
When my parents agreed that I could take this vacation, I was glad because I had an experience of how it feels to be underwater. I even wanted my friends to have the same experience since Michael believed spending so much on such things was not worth it. I had everything planned perfectly – my scuba gear was ready, my friends were coming along, and we had booked the perfect spot to dive in. I even did a little homework to understand what it is like. I never knew what SCUBA stood for until I googled it. It turns out it stands for Self-contained underwater breathing apparatus. Or the fact that the earth is 71% water, and 85% of this water is yet to be explored. Can you imagine? We are venturing into space when we don’t know what is around and beneath us! Maybe it is easier to explore space. But the most interesting of them all was that the deepest dive was 332.35 meters by an Egyptian called Ahmed Gabra.. It took him twelve minutes to reach this depth. Aside from the local swimming pool, the deepest I had been in the water was on a tropical island. Nevertheless, that is not the catch. The catch is that it took Gabra fifteen hours to return to the surface. There is some science about that, but I stopped browsing because fun facts were now turning scary.[Bloem, Andrew. (2021) Fun facts about scuba diving.]
Of course, I didn’t want to be like Gabra. All I anticipated was fun because this was something entirely new and out of my comfort zone. But as the day approached, I couldn’t help but feel a little apprehensive. It was early in the morning when we set out for the dive. The sea was calm, and the sky was clear. “A perfect day for a dive!” One of my friends, the experienced one, said excitedly. We reached the spot and started gearing up. All the time, I could not help but think about Gabra. If you think about it, he is the only human who has come close to being Aquaman. I wondered if he would have found Poseidonis if he’d gone a little deeper. As I put on my scuba gear, my heart started racing. I had never been this close to the open sea, to such a colossus and intimidating amount of water. It felt like a living force breathing back at us with its...