poetry and drama

We read this poem in my Brit Lit class last semester, and I had to put it on, I Love it SO MUCH!

Not Waving But Drowning by: Stevie Smith 1957

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was so much farther out than you thought
and not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
and now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way
They said.

Oh no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
and not waving but drowning.

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How frightening to think about overlooking the signs of depression and suicidal behaviors in my own friends! I hope it never happens, and if you know a friend who might be trying to signal for help---don't ignore or think you can't help.

Ok---that was my big thought for the day, I started French yesterday, and although I knew I missed it, I had no clue how much. French is my absolute favorite part of school, I love learning the language, the grammar, and how to say things in another language. I think I would be so blessed if God allowed me to use French in a career or to serve him. I think missions work in French-speaking Africa, or even working for the United Nations or a missions agency as a translator would be fabulous. I hope that I can use the opportunity to learn efficiently and well in this class to help build a foundation for a future job.

Another goal I have stems from the winter retreat I just went on last weekend with my youth group, and the importance of committing every aspect of my life to Christ, and learning to let go of the sin that separates me from him. I just want everyone around me to know that Christ is number one in my life, and I need to find ways to make sure that happens. Whether it's through orchestra, work, volunteering, classes in general, and even how I handle my friendships.
Well, that was a lot more than I really wanted to write...so later I guess