I'm drowning! Okay, fine, I'm not really drowning—not yet, anyway—but I'm quite close. My arms and legs and even Bobby are numb with cold, and if I have to stay in the water for one more second, they might all fall off. I touch the dock, then push off again for my eighth lap. Campers are allowed to swim only in a designated area, which is marked by three docks that make a square with the beach. The swimming area is divided into three sections, from shallowest to deepest: turtle (up to my knees), dolphin (up to my chest), and whale (way over my head). This place is obsessed with naming things after animals. Anyway. I'm currently in whale, trying not to drown, taking my swim test. I'm expected to swim twenty laps and tread water for ten minutes to get my whale bracelet. Those who don't get one won't be allowed to go windsurfing or waterskiing and will be able to go up only to dolphin for general swim. But of course I'm going to get it. And if I can't do it on my own, I'll just whip up a swimming spell.
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