Clinical rotations begin just weeks from now! Despite being so excited to finally start spending more time in the hospital, there are still many hours worth of lecture and exams between now and then. And with the hubbub surrounding the election, inauguration, and demonstrations around the world, I sometimes feel swept away in it all and incapable of focusing on the task at hand, namely, making it to clinics.
Last spring, my friend Nikki and I went for a nice, long walk together on the school’s grounds. Our conversation on life was oft-punctuated by her noticing a red-breasted grosbeak, taking the time to explain to me how to differentiate the blackbird calls, and watching chipmunks dart in front us and into the brush. It really was the perfect afternoon walk, and though it took place on school grounds, it did not have to do with coursework.
I really wanted to go on more walks of that nature (in nature) with her, but for whatever reason, life got in the way, or to be more specific, vet school got in the way. It was only this past Monday that she and I had another walk together, some six months later. I feel as though vet school has the ability to pull unsuspecting students in and leave them feeling guilty for not devoting every waking and breathing minute to the cause. But that is unreasonable and, in my opinion, downright dangerous. If you want to go to a rally or protest or participate in civil disobedience in whichever way you prefer, vet school should have no say in the matter. It is essential to eliminate misgivings for not studying all the time and come to realize that vet school is a wonderful tool in helping achieve the dream of working with animals—but is not the dream itself.