Ode to Those with Senioritis

It's not a life-threatening, life-alerting, or inoperable state of being, which probably makes the following thoughts silly.  But Senioritis is for real, friends.  And I have a nasty case of it, brought on by today, knowing that 47 of us are in the 4th turn and sprinting (at ludicrous speed) down the final stretch to REAL LIFE again.  "Us" would be my fabulous 46 grad-mates, and I, today starting our final semester on campus before the ceremonial Unleashing of Us Unto Clinicals this coming January.  It's also our last few months together before scattering back to the places we came from, or want to go.  And because I'm a mushball when it comes to certain things, that realization makes me teary.

So, today was Day 1 of this final term, and....now that we can all read each other's body language and exchange thoughts via Willy Wonka-like teleportation.....

An Ode to Those with Senioritis.  It's actually more like a prayer, because I really want "us" to understand the power of senioritis for both good and evil these last few months.  Mainly for good.  Even though I don't get the word "senioritis" since we were taught that "itis" medically indicates inflammation so, having senioritis means we're, what?.....SuperPuft graduate students ready to tear up Forbes Tower and spit it out?  Um....maybe. 

But onto the Ode (humbly)....and thanks to (or forgiveness from) Janis Joplin.....

"Oh Lord, won't you help me, and my forty-six friends?
We're so done with this process, and can't wait for it's end.
We've worked hard for this learning, and so much does depend,
So Lord, won't you help me, and my forty-six friends?

Oh Lord, won't you help us, keep a grip on our minds?
Forbes Tower has done sucked them, during these 80-hour week grinds.
We might need an ass-kick, to so help us remind,
Why we're doing this, not for money, but some joys we will find.

Oh Lord, thanks, you brought us, to something real great
We count on that, really, so we can't negate,
That senioritis, is temporary, and so worth the wait,
For the feeling, we'll be having, sliding into home plate.

Everybody!
Oh Lord, thanks for helping, me and forty-six friends.
We're so done with this process, but we're glad to depend,
On each other, for some laughter, which will help us defend,
Senioritis, and frustration....which will leave come year end!~"
So, bear with me......

Let's prepare this ship for light speed.

Dark Helmet: No, no, no, light speed is too slow.
Colonel Sandurz: Light speed, too slow?
Dark Helmet: Yes, we're gonna have to go right to ludicrous speed.
And, we're gonna be thankful for it all.