1968 School Magazine

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.-N* JW**A {o*grn u.N** The doctors broke the news gently-just one of those things modern science will catch up with before my time is up. Yet, as my horizon drew nearer and nearer every day; my chances seemed to melt unto nothingness. This presence of time became greatly magni- fied in my mind. rVhenever I thought of the wasted hours of wishing and hoping for situations which never saw the light of day----of the situations rvhich I could have gently forced, I felt a frustra- tion which darkened all my wakened hours. Now urhen I see, in others, vrasted opponunities, I smile: a smile with more depth and power than most realize. To them I say nothing. To them I would become a conversation piece ;-"fi4ys you heard about . . . and so little time." Yes, that's what annoyed me in those times passed-so little time and so much to do. And what of my family? They too have adapted to this new concept of time. They too have adapted their thoughts to the immediate, to the past, and not to the future. There is no pretence in our household. What we did, was to live every hour of every day. By this I do not mean rhat ure lived wildly or never had a quiet moment; quite the opposite. Those quiet somewhat dull moments were now enhanced with a delicate sweetness-the family joking and laughing, grov/- ing serious at remembering, but hiding any pangs of sorrow by jokes and laughter again. Some of my most tender moments are spent with the boy I love. Each gentle touch of his big hand, brushing a stray hair, blown from its position, across my face, grabbing my hand to pull me back into the cold water, sitting me on his knee, to tell me of that joke he heard the other d^y. Leaving all this is what really annoys me. Sometimes that resigned calmness does leave me, and I hate-I don't quite know just what it is, that I hate, but the bitterness is there. Oh, what's the use of worrying. Maybe I'm one of the lucky ones, who knew, and who could prepare. But then I think of all I am leaving, and I hope and pray, its iust one of those things modern science will catch up with before it over- tal:es me. - wENDy sroNE (vrc) LTLLEy Housp

Sonetimes I hope Sornetimes I wish I was a speck ol dust.

Hinted on sorne distant globe, Neuer knouing, neaer feeling Neaer reasoning but lleuer ulong. Hotulwishlwasaspeck A speck ol sornetbing-a speck, of nothing -Sometbing so little and insignifi6ant- Tbat I need neaer know \Yhat little uas. SUE HARRISON (VIC) GRIFFITH

R. VIDGEN (VA)

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