So, I finally took the plunge and obtained my Open Water certification.
First, let me say that I am one of those uptight, obsessive-compulsive, always-worrying, phobias-of-everything people. I've been putting off doing this for years, and I've snorkelled in places where I really should have been diving (Hawaii, the Red Sea, etc.) because I was too scared to do the certification. However, I found myself with a spare month in January and was already "somewhat" close to Roatan (Guadalajara, Mexico), so I figured I'd never have another chance to do it as cheaply as I would at that time.
I read online message boards compulsively, and wavered between Ocean Connections, Reef Gliders and Coconut Tree divers before finally settling on Coconut Tree. I emailed and told them my date of arrival, and they said they had a class starting that day. They asked me to put down a deposit, but in the hectic days leading up to my moving to Mexico I totally forgot. I emailed them a few days before my course started to let them know I was still committed to the course but was fearful (surprise!) of using my credit card from the computer at the hostel I was staying at while house-hunting. They said no problem- I should just show up.
So, on January 10th I showed up at their dive shop at 8:30 in the morning and learned that my class would start right away. There were four other students in the class: a group of guys from England who had been traveling around Central America together. I was definitely the odd girl out. On our first morning we watched some videos and did the knowledge reviews in the book (I had brought my own that I swapped from a book exchange in a hostel in La Ceiba). Nobody checked our knowledge reviews that day, we were sent off for lunch, then we came back at 1:00 or so for our first confined water dive.
I was ready to drop out after our first confined water dive. Seriously, I was almost in tears. I was really, really, really bad at diving, I didn't understand anything that was going on, and our instructor, Marc, didn't seem to care at all. In fact, he seemed to find my difficulties rather amusing. I distinctly recall him laughing and saying, "You sure don't like taking your mask off underwater, huh?" The issue wasn't whether or not I liked it- the issue was whether or not I could do it. I needed HELP learning how to do it, and he didn't offer a single word of advice or support. He just laughed. I also panicked when we did the exercise where you breath from your buddy's regulator because I couldn't figure out which way was up and which was down. The weird thing was, I panicked, breathed in a ton of water, then took the regulator from his hand and finally got it right... then we moved on. I wasn't given an opportunity to do it again or get it right.
That night I was probably sick to my stomach with worry, but I showed up again the next morning because I didn't want to look like a quitter. I found we had a new instructor, Marco Alvarado, and he was literally a lifesaver. The difference between him and Marc was like night and day. After our second confined water dive, he took time out of his own lunch hour to help me with taking off my mask underwater and breathing just through my mouth (not my nose). Over the next three days he didn't once get sick (or, I guess I should say ACT sick) of my endless, repetitive questions and constant need for reassural that my equipment was put together and taken apart correctly. There is no way I would have stayed in the course if Marc had been our instructor for the entire four days, so I have only Marco to thank for my certification. By the second day the admin side seemed to be more organized, and our knowledge reviews were actually reviewed, and we began taking the mandatory quizzes leading up to the final exam.
After the first day our class was joined by two people, bringing the total up to seven. It seemed like the class was a bit large, but everything worked out. One girl had done her classwork and confined water dives back in Canada so she just came along on the open water dives, while her friend spent an entire day in the classroom to catch up with our group for days two, three and four.
Once we had our new instructor things went much more smoothly. I was given more than one chance to get things right, and while I always struggled with the skills exercises I found that I was able to do the actual dives hassle-free. Our four open water dives took place at Lighthouse (twice), The Bight and Grape Escape. Coconut Tree's boat is great because it is relatively large and has a covered area (perfect for keeping my super-burned skin out of even more sun). The other employees at the dive shop were really nice, especially the woman working behind the desk (I totally forget her name) and the youngish American instructor with curly hair.
In the end I passed (I couldn't believe it!) and signed up for some fun dives, which I then cancelled because I was literally awake all night worrying about the possibility of ruining other people's fun dives with my idiocy. Fun dives are supposed to be fun, and they were literally causing me to have sleepness nights and panic attacks. I definitely plan to continue diving in the future, but I think that I need a bit more time in small groups under an instructor's close eye. At least now I won't be resigned to snorkelling for the rest of my life!
As a postscript, I have to mention that as a teacher, this course was an eye-opening experience for me. To be learning in a situation where you can't speak or hear was extremely challenging for me, as I'm someone who learns best by hearing instructions and then saying them back in my own words. I finally know what it's like to be "the dumb kid" in the class and to be forced to learn in a way that doesn't gel with my own intelligences, and it's definitely going to shape my practice in my own classroom.
For information on the hotels, restaurants and sightseeing from my trip, go to Jetgirly Isla de Roatán Travel Page - VirtualTourist.com. It's about 60% complete at the moment.
First, let me say that I am one of those uptight, obsessive-compulsive, always-worrying, phobias-of-everything people. I've been putting off doing this for years, and I've snorkelled in places where I really should have been diving (Hawaii, the Red Sea, etc.) because I was too scared to do the certification. However, I found myself with a spare month in January and was already "somewhat" close to Roatan (Guadalajara, Mexico), so I figured I'd never have another chance to do it as cheaply as I would at that time.
I read online message boards compulsively, and wavered between Ocean Connections, Reef Gliders and Coconut Tree divers before finally settling on Coconut Tree. I emailed and told them my date of arrival, and they said they had a class starting that day. They asked me to put down a deposit, but in the hectic days leading up to my moving to Mexico I totally forgot. I emailed them a few days before my course started to let them know I was still committed to the course but was fearful (surprise!) of using my credit card from the computer at the hostel I was staying at while house-hunting. They said no problem- I should just show up.
So, on January 10th I showed up at their dive shop at 8:30 in the morning and learned that my class would start right away. There were four other students in the class: a group of guys from England who had been traveling around Central America together. I was definitely the odd girl out. On our first morning we watched some videos and did the knowledge reviews in the book (I had brought my own that I swapped from a book exchange in a hostel in La Ceiba). Nobody checked our knowledge reviews that day, we were sent off for lunch, then we came back at 1:00 or so for our first confined water dive.
I was ready to drop out after our first confined water dive. Seriously, I was almost in tears. I was really, really, really bad at diving, I didn't understand anything that was going on, and our instructor, Marc, didn't seem to care at all. In fact, he seemed to find my difficulties rather amusing. I distinctly recall him laughing and saying, "You sure don't like taking your mask off underwater, huh?" The issue wasn't whether or not I liked it- the issue was whether or not I could do it. I needed HELP learning how to do it, and he didn't offer a single word of advice or support. He just laughed. I also panicked when we did the exercise where you breath from your buddy's regulator because I couldn't figure out which way was up and which was down. The weird thing was, I panicked, breathed in a ton of water, then took the regulator from his hand and finally got it right... then we moved on. I wasn't given an opportunity to do it again or get it right.
That night I was probably sick to my stomach with worry, but I showed up again the next morning because I didn't want to look like a quitter. I found we had a new instructor, Marco Alvarado, and he was literally a lifesaver. The difference between him and Marc was like night and day. After our second confined water dive, he took time out of his own lunch hour to help me with taking off my mask underwater and breathing just through my mouth (not my nose). Over the next three days he didn't once get sick (or, I guess I should say ACT sick) of my endless, repetitive questions and constant need for reassural that my equipment was put together and taken apart correctly. There is no way I would have stayed in the course if Marc had been our instructor for the entire four days, so I have only Marco to thank for my certification. By the second day the admin side seemed to be more organized, and our knowledge reviews were actually reviewed, and we began taking the mandatory quizzes leading up to the final exam.
After the first day our class was joined by two people, bringing the total up to seven. It seemed like the class was a bit large, but everything worked out. One girl had done her classwork and confined water dives back in Canada so she just came along on the open water dives, while her friend spent an entire day in the classroom to catch up with our group for days two, three and four.
Once we had our new instructor things went much more smoothly. I was given more than one chance to get things right, and while I always struggled with the skills exercises I found that I was able to do the actual dives hassle-free. Our four open water dives took place at Lighthouse (twice), The Bight and Grape Escape. Coconut Tree's boat is great because it is relatively large and has a covered area (perfect for keeping my super-burned skin out of even more sun). The other employees at the dive shop were really nice, especially the woman working behind the desk (I totally forget her name) and the youngish American instructor with curly hair.
In the end I passed (I couldn't believe it!) and signed up for some fun dives, which I then cancelled because I was literally awake all night worrying about the possibility of ruining other people's fun dives with my idiocy. Fun dives are supposed to be fun, and they were literally causing me to have sleepness nights and panic attacks. I definitely plan to continue diving in the future, but I think that I need a bit more time in small groups under an instructor's close eye. At least now I won't be resigned to snorkelling for the rest of my life!
As a postscript, I have to mention that as a teacher, this course was an eye-opening experience for me. To be learning in a situation where you can't speak or hear was extremely challenging for me, as I'm someone who learns best by hearing instructions and then saying them back in my own words. I finally know what it's like to be "the dumb kid" in the class and to be forced to learn in a way that doesn't gel with my own intelligences, and it's definitely going to shape my practice in my own classroom.
For information on the hotels, restaurants and sightseeing from my trip, go to Jetgirly Isla de Roatán Travel Page - VirtualTourist.com. It's about 60% complete at the moment.