whenever i drive to ohio i pass by this swim school and every time i can’t help but think about what it would be like to just get a job teaching kids how to swim. it seems kinda nice and even meaningful to teach them how to paddle, how to float, how to not be afraid of the water. i think i would love it, and then in six months i’d grow tired of it and move on with my life. but i don’t get the option to know that for myself. i’m stuck here in this body, with its incongruities that would make children curious and put their parents on high alert. and i think i only obsess about this specific job because it represents for me something banal yet profoundly inaccessible.