Two words: emotional rollercoaster. That is how senior year is winding down for me (44 more days!). I am beyond excited to be so very close to moving on to the next part of my life. “School” has been my life for twenty straight years, and I am ready to not check the “student” box for occupation on surveys. Sure, it is a little scary to be removing that safety net at the bottom of my life trapeze. (Side note, one of my classmates is a former trapeze artist for the circus). I definitely have a “fake it ‘til you make it” attitude and am ready to stay balanced on my own.
However, it isn’t all puppies, kittens, foals, and rainbows. The past two weeks has delivered rejection. I was not successful in my quest to become an AVMA Congressional Fellow. I would have spent one year in Washington, DC, as a scientific advisor to a congress member. This has been my goal since the first semester of veterinary school. There were three phases to the application process, and I was cut after two. It hurt. I made the mistake of reading the e-mail as I was walking into the lobby of the veterinary teaching hospital to speak with a client. Talk about having to turn off a switch to your personal life! Then, last week, I found out I was not selected for a federal position that would have placed me overseas in a year’s time. The worst part is that my application was rejected not even 24 hours after submission. I did not score high enough (86 instead of 90) on the self-assessment. It was another tough pill to swallow. I made myself feel better by wishing I were four points less humble.
The cool thing is that even with this rejection, I am convinced it will all be okay. I will find an opportunity one way or another. Two doors have closed. There is an open one somewhere. You have to look at employment the way you look at a relationship. You cannot force it, and both parties must be interested. Granted, I hope being single isn’t an indicator of how my job search will pan out!