Nearing the end of graduate school is kind of like slowly inching towards the end of a diving board (and by 'end' I mean within the next millenium.) Your toes wiggle forward at seemingly negligible gain. On occasion, fear or plain common sense makes you jump back several feet towards solid ground. The entire time you are on this board, you wonder, is it really worth it?
Eventually you know you'll have to make the dive...
...let's just hope there's water at the bottom.