It’s a vicious process, sonnet writing. It seems as every time I near the goal a syllable or rhyme eludes me, rendering my poetry somewhat droll. I feel empathy for those who struggle and a growing sense of hate for masters, those who can weave such beautiful meaning into these cruel preconceived disasters. I have fourteen lines to accentuate, ten short syllables I must embellish, at least three sentences to punctuate, yet I sit typing, starting to relish the idea of writing a semi-sonnet solely focussed on the hassle of – dammit. Carly Britt is currently a student at North Carolina State University in Raleigh, majoring in Biomedical Engineering. She also works on campus as a student researcher in the Orthopaedic Mechanobiology Lab.