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My son Luke is in his final semester of college. When he signed up for classes, he was one unit short of “full-time.” So he decided to take a PE class. And the only one that fit into his schedule was scuba diving. (Just so you know, we are all really jealous. Jake has announced that when he’s a senior, he’s taking scuba too.)
After Luke’ first day of class, we all crowded around. We asked him if he got to go into the pool.
Me: Oh, you probably had a water safety lecture, right?
Luke: Yeah, sort of.
Me: So are you getting into the pool on your next class?
Luke: Not exactly.
Me: Not exactly? What does that mean?
Luke: The pool at the ARC (Aquatic Recreation Center) is shut down.
Me: For the day, or the week?
Luke: For the foreseeable future. It’s structurally unsound.
Me, perplexed: It’s brand new.
Jake: I bet the engineers forgot to take into account the weight of the water.
Me: You can’t be serious.
Jake: It happens all the time. (Apparently, Jake hears horror stories in his engineering classes.)
Me: So, Luke, are you going to be using the university’s other pool?
Luke: That’s closed too. It’s being retrofitted with sprinklers in case the pool catches fire.
We all blinked.
Me: So what are you doing in scuba class?
Luke: Listening to lectures. The sprinkler pool should be open in February.
Right. Maybe scuba doesn’t sound so fun after all.