It is hard for me to believe that three years ago I began veterinary school. Usually the first day of the school year dawned with me being slightly nervous and eager to get to school and get off on the right foot. This year it dawned with me being annoyed, because it meant the days of just showing up at school anytime and getting a parking spot were gone, because first-years and other students on campus fill the lot if you don’t arrive before 8:30. I had to smile seeing nervous first-years hurrying toward the lecture hall and as I would read their Facebook posts later that night about studying, something a professor had said, etc. That was me three years ago, and time really does fly.
Now I’m a fourth-year who is gaining confidence daily and, while it seems weird to think about, will be graduating and entering the real world in May. I remember thinking as a first-year that four years would take forever, but now that I’m in the last year it seems that time really has flown by. For now I’m focusing on preparing for board examinations in November or December, learning to be the best clinician I can in all areas of medicine, and enjoying my last year with great students, residents, interns, and clinicians to work alongside. All too soon, things will change again and all of these people will be gone. Clinicians will still be at the school, while other students will be scattered across the country. I don’t know where I will be, but I will try to welcome the change and continue on with my journey.