This morning we started with an early morning pool session, even before Dave had turned up. The idea was to do a skills circuit with each other, out of sight of Dave, so we could fine tune our demonstrations without a pair of beady eyes lurking behind us. It’s amazing what the sight of that marking slate does to you! Left to our own devices, we think we are doing brilliantly (well, we would!) although that will be determined later when we do it again, but will be assessed on it.
The classroom brings the results of exams we did last night. I hand mine in, and I pass, although I’m annoyed because the one that I got wrong was one that I simply read wrong. Feeling deflated, I start worrying, if I can read one wrong in the comfort of my own home, what will happen under exam conditions? Dave is quick to remind us that we will be doing exams most days to ensure we are comfortable when the time comes, and that it’s rare to get full marks consistently, even he, apparently, got a few wrong. Whether that’s true or not, it makes me feel better. Kim, my fellow student, however is not so lucky. It appears that she has done completely the wrong exam! I try to stop myself from laughing, honestly I did, as the NOS is given a new home, and dangled around her neck….for now!
The Pool session is our Divemaster Skill Circuit and this is being marked, so we have to be as professional as we can. We work through the skills, all 24 of them in order. Early on, we come to buddy check, probably the most practiced skill any diver does (or should do). Kim is merrily going through the steps – BCD, Releases, Weights, Regulator, Final Check. We are all good until the regulator step. In an effort to retrieve her regulator from behind her, she somehow knocks it, flicks it in my direction and somehow hits me on the head with it. Thanks ‘Buddy’! All resemblance to professionals goes out the window and me and Kim burst out laughing, and it appears infectious, as soon Dave and Alex join in. If nothing else, it clears some of the nervousness from the air and we carry on, slightly more relaxed. Even the sights of the slates does not deter me, and time flies as we take it in turns to demonstrate our greatly improved teaching abilities.
Today just shows me what Dave has been telling us all the time, we are getting better and better each day, but with only a few of those days left, can I reach the standard required to become that idolized PADI Instructor?