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D-Day!
Finaaaally arrived home from my first ever vet interview! One very early start, four tubes, two trains, two buses, and two taxis (complete with the loveliest drivers I have ever met) later and my bed has never seemed more inviting.
At least I know it won't start quizzing me on the squillion ways to treat hyperthyroid cats in the middle of the night. Honestly the stuff of nightmares.
RIGHT.
SLEEP. NOW.
The Deed is Done
As I write, my application to veterinary school is whizzing through the stratosphere in the vague direction of schools around the country, ready to undergo the infamously rigorous screening programme carried out each October by an army of admissions tutors, a variety of veterinary personnel, and probably a curious office kitty or two.
I will be judged on my ability to empathise, sympathise, and prioritise. I will be scrutinized on the variety and quantity of my work experience and the relevance of my extra-curricular interests. The manner in which I interact with both my prospective four-legged patients and their two-legged counterparts will be observed and noted down. I will be probed as to why I’ve decided to choose a career that involves death, disease and defecation on a daily basis when I could be working elsewhere for half the hours, double the pay, and a hell of a lot less of a student debt.
It is a gamble. A foray into the relative unknown. There are times when I ask myself whether what I’m trying to do is legitimately achievable or just one decade-long dream that never really left me be. But the one thing that I’m sure about, absolutely sure about, is that whatever the end result, be it negative or positive, we’ll be spat out of the other end with not only a thicker skin and a frighteningly good knowledge of the inner workings of the mind of the veterinary admissions tutor, but also an ability to be able to pick ourselves up, dust ourselves down, and retrace our steps back along the well-trodden path to vet school. And maybe, just maybe, we'll have to take a slightly longer route than originally planned.
But for this year at least, the deed is done. And there's no going back now.
gahh, I have just fallen in love with another vet school. again.
it's edinburgh this time
they have an friggin exmoor pony trekking society
and the city is just perfect
*goes and cries in a hole bc i have no chance of getting in*
equine nutrition course - 27th jan
I've just enrolled in a 5 week equine nutrition course which starts on the 27th January. it's completely free, open to anyone + is taught by jo-anne murray, who works at Edinburgh Vet School. here's some more info: 'The course is divided into 5 topics: Anatomy and physiology Feed composition Nutrient sources Dietary management Clinical nutrition There will be lecture videos and quizzes to work though each week and an opportunity for you to share your thoughts and ideas with others on the course. There will be weekly assessments consisting of a series of multiple choice questions to assess the knowledge you have gained during the course. The course is designed to be flexible so if you miss some weeks you can catch up when you have time :)' i'm ridiculously excited for this- doing feeds + supplements for the horses at work is one of my favourite jobs. here's the link for anyone who is interested! https://www.coursera.org/course/equinenutrition
didn't think that 'ring abattoir' would ever be on my to-do list until now
oh lawds this is going to be an interesting placement
