Hello again, It's safe to say that I understand the plight of final year at this point in time. If bowling pins had feelings, mine would be identical to the foreboding horror and suspense of a bowling ball hurtling toward me - metaphorically speaking of course. This metaphor probably stems from guilt of taking a few most likely undeserved days off during review week, one of which I went bowling with some friends after spending the day in the Jameson distillery, contributing something toward my final year project, which is centred around whiskey. Upon my arrival back to reality the Monday after review week, I really understood what it was like to be the bowling pin taking all the heat from the ball. All the work I had planned on doing during review week had piled up, a new module has begun and there is a plethora of other things to juggle. My main domain is the laboratory, where I am gathering so much information for my final year project that it feels as if I'm drowning. Th...