After high school, I lost touch with a lot of my friends. College brought about new experiences that I embraced with open arms, and whether or not I care to admit it, I let a few past relationships fall to the wayside. Best friends that I had in high school were replaced by new college buddies effortlessly and very quickly it seemed.
I have written about how isolating veterinary school can be at times. For two and a half years, I have been cooped up in my apartment or home studying for hours on end about detailed topics such as renal disease or the Krebs cycle. Seemingly endless days of Powerpoints and notes blend into one another and the inevitable exams can really exhaust even the most dedicated individual.
Of course, that is only hypothetical. I could hardly tell you what the Krebs cycle is at this point in the game.
Regardless, it goes without saying that when I came home for my last winter break (ever), I was looking forward to some time to sit in front of the television and zone out. One day, I was out Christmas shopping with my mother when I spotted one of my very best friends from high school, who I had not seen in six years.
After a quick exchange of surprised greetings and then updated phone numbers, it was decided we should get dinner the following evening to catch up. Now, at the expense of sounding like a teenage girl’s diary, I will spare you the details of our rendezvous. The point of me writing about all of this is not to talk about how wonderful it was to meet up with an old friend. It is to impart upon anyone who might be reading this and going through an equally as tiring experience as veterinary school the importance of staying touch with those who matter to you. The people who can emotionally revitalize you, even with six years of time apart from each other — those are the people who matter.