Like I said before, going to vet school was never an obvious thing for me to do, and until this moment I don’t think I’d ever considered it as a serious career path. First things first, I did some research on how I would go about getting into vet school: the classes I needed to take, the typical GPA, and other things that would help me along the way. I looked up where I could go, and of course I looked up how much it would cost me. This is where I got a little less enthusiastic (I’m paying for my education myself, so cost is extremely important to me). So then I asked myself if I were to spend all that money to become a veterinarian, would working in practice be my only option? The answer to that question astounded me. I could literally do almost anything I had ever thought about doing with a DVM!
So I dropped by my advisor’s office and told her I wanted to go to vet school, and asked how I could make that happen. She kind of looked at me like I’d grown another head, but pointed me in the direction of 2 advisors for 2 different departments: Biology and Biochemistry. Now I know what you’re thinking. The logical thing to do would be to have majored in Animal Science, which I thought about. But I realized two things: first, that I didn’t necessarily have to major in Animal Science as long as I met all the pre-requisites for wherever I applied. Second, I was already 2 years in and the courses I had taken would all count if I majored in Biology. If I did Animal Science I’d have to start over. Hmm, that was easy.
I did the paperwork to transfer into the department of biology, got my plan of study together, and got myself ready to make this a reality. The plan was modified a few times along the way: I ended up doing a dual-degree program while I was at VT. I did more lab work than actually volunteering at shelters (which was not my intention but, alas, the way it happens sometimes). Before I knew it, graduation was around the corner and it was time to apply to vet school.
Let me say this for anyone who is nervous about not getting in: I did NOT get in the first time! As a matter of fact, my application didn’t make it past the first round. This wasn’t completely shocking since I knew my application was on the weaker side, but still it hurt. So I started to think about what I could do to make myself a stronger candidate. By this method of thinking, I applied to graduate school and was accepted to Southern University, picked up my life, and moved to Louisiana.
To be continued…