Sometimes school stresses me out

Like when I have to write two essays for monday and I havn't even finished the readings for them. And it is not really my fault, since I've been studying incessantly for about a week now. Not sure I really have the energy left to write another two papers. Especially in such a short amount of time. So wish me luck.
Also, tommorow is remembrance day. So there is a good chance I will end up wearing a suit. I do not, however, have a poppy, and that is very disheartening. What is it with the poppy shortage this year? I've made sure to pass by all the prominent places on campus as much as possible the entire week and not once did I see someone selling poppies. So, I'm not quite sure what to do about that. All the same, I think some Wilfred Owen is in order:

Greater Love

Red lips are not so red
As the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
Kindness of wooed and wooer
Seems shame to their love pure.
O Love, your eyes lose lure
When I behold eyes blinded in my stead!

Your slender attitude
Trembles not exquisite like limbs knife-skewed,
Rolling and rolling there
Where God seems not to care:
Till the fierce love they bear
Cramps them in death’s extreme decrepitude.

Your voice sings not so soft,—
Though even as wind murmuring through raftered loft,—
Your dear voice is not dear,
Gentle, and evening clear,
As theirs whom none now hear,
Now earth has stopped their piteous mouths that coughed.

Heart, you were never hot
Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot;
And though your hand be pale,
Paler are all which trail
Your cross through flame and hail:
Weep, you may weep, for you may touch them not.

Wilfred Owen