So close,

Yet still so far away

From that taste of sweet, sweet freedom.

Now,

Almost five months spent

In the raging sea of dedication and uncertainty

We can finally see our destination.

While it might be smooth sailing for some of us

The rest of us are desperately trying to get to shore,

Holes forming in the bottom of our boat

With each criticism of our work.

Plagued with the disease of Senioritis,

Trying our best to fight through it

Water filling the vessel faster and faster each time procrastination gets the best of us.

It may seem impossible,

Like your bucket is getting smaller as you frantically try to empty your boat

But the destination is within eyesight.

We are almost there.

Now,

Is the time to patch those holes

Find the determination within you

And push forward

Because on the 26th of January 2017

When we hear the sound of the bell at 3 o'clock

We will have pulled ourselves onto the shore

All of the hard work and suffering now a memory

The daunting Senior Research project

Now,

A conquered part of our past.