I am most proud of how I stayed on the swim team for all four years of high school. This might sound like a weird thing to be proud of - especially when, judged by someone else, I have a lot of other (arguably) more impressive achievements: I've organized countless school-wide events, I'm on the National Honor Society, and I was elected the secretary of Student Council. But all of these achievements are things that I did on a whim: things that I enjoyed as I was doing, and probably would have done without the 'achievement' at the end. I'm not saying they were easy - because they were not - but, in many crucial ways, the decision to stay on the swim team was a lot harder for me.
It was also probably the best decision I could have made. The lessons I've learned from the team have been beyond invaluable to me: I truly believe that the team has made me into the person I am today. First, I learned endurance. I don't just mean physical endurance (although I learned plenty of that: freshman-year me, who came last in the shortest events, could never imagine I could keep up with club swimmers in distance races), but mental resilience. Going into freshman year, I had it pretty easy: I was a really book-smart kid, going into an academic school. In every way that seemed to count (test scores, teacher approval), I was coming out on top. In swimming, I was, hands-down, the worst person on the team. It was an extremely humbling experience: coming last in every race, and one I'm very glad for. After all, in life, it doesn't matter how many times you lose the race: even if you're panting and nearly drowning, and everyone else has already hit the wall, the only thing that matters is that you keep moving forward.
But the most important lesson I learned from the team was how to be a team member. Being social was not something that came easily to me, so for the longest time, I really made no attempt to understand the people around me. In the swim team, I didn't get that choice - we didn't just swim together: we won and lost together, we cried together, and we dove into freezing cold water at an unholy hour of the morning together. For the first time, I really tried to understand people's motivations: why people left and didn't leave the team, why they swam, and why they gave up. I realized I had a love of understanding people: of learning their stories and motivations. Honestly, I think that's part of what drove me into the study of international relations: because, while we all work independently (like the swimmers on a team, all competing against each other), the world wins and losses as a whole: humanity thrives or dies not as nations, but as a people. Just like how, at the end of the day, my team wins and losses together - nobody's fault, but everyone's responsibility. Through swimming, I learned to stick with the hard things (like the 6:00 AM practices, and the ice cold water (no heater + winter sport = freezing swimmers). And that will serve me as I pursue a career in international relations, making the world a better place, no matter how hard.