At the beginning of my time here in vet school, I remember a bunch of my veterinary mentors telling me they wish they could return to the classroom because they had such a blast when they were in school. They recounted amazing professors, interesting classes, and even an exciting nightlife. One of my mentors told me how much she enjoyed taking notes for the class for those who were “unable” to physically make it, and adding in her own artistic flair to make the notes more interesting.
Somehow, things seem different now. Maybe my mentors all went to school during a time when grades didn’t matter or that the threat of an exam didn’t ruin every single nighttime activity. Dinner conversations with my classmates generally revolve around our study schedules or the best time to fit in a 20-minute run, given that we are supposed to be in class for 9 straight hours the following day. For some reason, these mentors seem like they didn’t go to the same vet school that I’m currently attending, even though in two years I’ll will have the same degree they do.
Speaking of that degree, I know that having that “V. M. D.” after my name will make this all worth it in the end. I enjoy school, I really do. I enjoy being completely immersed with information regarding anything I could potentially be interested in. I like working hard and seeing how far I can push both my mind and spirit to succeed here. Vet school is not for the faint of heart. Perhaps at the end of my four years, I will be able to say these were the best four years of my life, too.