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Connor the Swimmer

... I needed to hear. The thought of the scholarship with a university in Perth had rested heavily on my mind over the last couple of months. Hamish was the one who got me onto them, he made some calls and then, one day, thrust the phone to my ear out of nowhere to speak to the admissions team of the university. The woman I spoke to said that Hamish had talked up my swimming career, provided evidence and filled in an application. She asked if I was interested and, to be honest, I didn't know what to say.

I'd never thought about going to uni before. I always just assumed, I guess, that I would swim and then work some other job in a city somewhere, either Sydney, Melbourne or Brisbane. But the woman said that the scholarship would have me working with professional coaches and linked to the Australian Institute of Sport and that I'd probably end up competing with the intention of building towards the Commonwealth Games. I started to get really excited before she mentioned my mediocre grades. She said that it was an academic scholarship ultimately and that I needed the grades to suit. So, I'd been working harder than I ever had at school since. I had certainly never visited the library outside of classes before the phone call, little own after school had finished.

'You've just got to smash them out bro, then come drinking.' Riley continued as Mr Nicholson trapsed into the room.

'Yeah true.' I said, the anger ebbing away. I still didn't take my head off of the desk though, even when Mr Nicholson started talking about the Persian Wars and the Battle of Marathon.