Every Friday, I work at the pool as a supervisor. My job consists of ensuring that every swim lesson goes well, helping my colleagues find games and tricks for their students, and fixing any little problems or conflicts that might occur during the evening. Last Friday, I was walking around the pool when I saw a teenager in the “mise à niveau” class that didn’t seem to go so well. I asked her if she was all right, and she said no, she was feeling dizzy, and I could tell she was very stressed. I told her to get out of the water and decided to have a little chat with her further away from the…