Ah, the ignorant bliss of youth...
After getting my undergraduate degree in Biology (what does that even mean?), I fumbled around for a few years and lost the nerve to even attempt filling out the application to vet school. Funny that most of my jobs dealt with the animal field, but now I was too old, too stupid, too squeamish, and/or too inexperienced to even try getting into vet school. Well, the year 2000 was the worst of my life, and I was jolted into the reality that if I didn't at least TRY to apply, TRY to get into vet school, I would always regret it. Good old apocalyptic Y2K taught me that regret isn't a good way to live and that I had spent most of my life in a "What if ??" and "If only I had..." mode. Hmmm, hadn't worked out very well...
So I quit the boring job I was at (lovely people, though), found a job at a local veterinary clinic, and started working on the prerequisite classes so I could apply. I had most of the science and liberal arts requirements already taken, but I retook some to get better grades and others I had never had (organic chem, biochem, physics). After 4 years of working full-time and being at least a half-time undergraduate student, I applied and got in! First try! Ego boost!
I'm thinking there will be other posts that tell of some of the tales during those 4 pre-vet school years, and also about how and why I didn't do so well my first year. Interesting little tidbits of my life, for sure. For now I am planning on logging my adventures during my Senior Clinical rotations, which are in the process of being scheduled right now. I'm sure there will also be wondrous tales of studying for and hopefully passing the national board exam in December '09.
Here's to May 2010!!
