Wowza, I really haven't updated this in a while. Partly it's because I'm busy this summer doing work things and finding fun things to do in the meantime, and no longer busy doing things that I would rather procrastinate by writing a blog post. But now that I'm finishing up a paper by mostly working at home....hello procrastination, my old friend.
First year of veterinary school went by in a blur. People ask me how it was, and I often respond that it was like waking up from an intense REM cycle. I have this vision of what the essence of vet school was, yet the more that time passes, the more the vision eludes me, and now it's very easy to forget all those long hours memorizing transduction pathways and cranial nerves. It was hard to "come up for air" during the school year, but too easy to get back into the Netflix-at-night lifestyle now.
Did I enjoy the first year of vet school? Yes. It was very strenuous and time-consuming, but yes. Mainly because I am a nerd and love learning, partly because while Grafton is a very lackluster town, the social network and community is great, and partly because boredom and unfulfillment is far more terrifying than nose-to-the-grindstone, unrelenting studying that we in our comfortable culture refer to as "work." Also, animals, so...
I have changed my mind about what I wanted to do with my degree so many times already this year. I came in thinking I wanted to be the next Temple Grandin and improve slaughterhouse facilities! Then I realized there are few jobs in large animal practices and besides, Tufts doesn't really specialize in that. Then I figured I would just go into small animal practice, and then I saw this NYT article:
So for a while, my backup plan was to go into laboratory animal medicine and lust after the legendary six-figure salary that eludes so many in our field. I wouldn't say I was in it for the money, but when you're looking at a quarter of a million dollars of debt, it's time to wise up and make some practical decisions.
Fortunately I ended up receiving a full scholarship from the Army, so I've sold my soul for three years and they get to decide what kind of job I have. In a way, I'm relieved - the pressure's off! Now I can continue to nerd out without the strain of figuring out what my calling is.
To be continued....