Since I’m also failing, ranging from moderately to spectacularly, at diving, school, applying to med school, and hanging out with my dog as much as I’d like, I should be used to it—but I have failed at that, too. After Saturday practice I let out a half-miserable, half-amused laugh into the jet of the shower. It gets me puzzled looks from two freshman swimmers, and I summon my most nothing to see here smile.
Severe fear of failure
