I am so stressed out. Finishing up teachers college applications which have to be mailed. A gazillion essays. Worries about where I'll be and what I'll be doing next year...I really want this. I am so majorly stressed out lately, but by this time next week the applications will have been mailed and be there, so then it becomes the waiting game, and at least I will have done all that I can for the moment. Please Please Please let me IN *prays to the teachers college gods*.

Lest we forget.

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.

- John McCrae


The price of freedom is high, and although I am not a pro war person, I honour the memory of the men and women who fought for us so long ago.

They bought our freedom with their lives.

Never forget.