When I finished finals, I wish I could say I was relieved. Granted, I was done my first semester (hopefully at that point), I was done with exams for the moment, and I got to go home. My friends and I went to go see the Hobbit in celebration, and the next morning we packed up the car and headed south. It was supposed to be a nine-hour drive, and although we may have taken an accidental detour two hours out of the way, we eventually got home.
Was I able to relax then? Nope. It was the waiting game of the grades. After two weeks of finals I wanted to be able to take a deep breath and relax, but to go on to next semester I needed to pass everything. Being a pretty nose-in-the-books student, like all veterinary students, I really hoped that I didn’t fail anything or wouldn’t get put on academic probation. However, the thought of failing was enough to scare me to the point of nightmares and planning what was going to happen if I did fail out. Would I go back to the AVC? Would I choose a different career path? Ahh!
Slowly grades started trickling in, passed that class, check. Passed another, check. Eventually, they all came in and I didn’t fail out or get put on academic probation, both very good things to not do in vet school! So ladies and gents, I’m moving into the New Year. They’re going to keep letting me try to be a vet after all!