My Last Semester in a Classroom
I’ve just started my last semester in the traditional veterinary
classroom curriculum. It’s honestly a little weird to think that by
this time next year I will have been in a hospital setting for more
than half a year and will be just months away from being able to
call myself “doctor.”
Over the winter break, I worked at a clinic that
I have been at for years. These doctors and technicians have known
me since I was a young, wide-eyed pre-vet student in undergrad, and
I joke that they basically raised me in this medical aspect of my
During this break, I found that the doctors included me more in
discussing patient treatment plans and case rounds and technicians
would ask my opinion on diagnostics in comparison to the things
that I have learned thus far in veterinary school. It’s an
interesting situation to find myself agreeing or questioning
medical decisions that I am asked to fulfill because I now actually
have some limited understanding of the application of medicine.
While that’s super exciting and I’m so relieved that I’m
relatively competent in the field that I have pursued for most of
my life, I’m also realizing the amount of responsibility that I’m
going to be handling in the near future.
I’m gearing up to start applying for big-kid jobs, refining my
resume and making connections with future employers; I’m coming to
terms with my financial situation once I graduate: salary
negotiations, budgeting, and payment plans for my student loan
But I also feel more appreciation for the dedication this school
has to its students. It's more than just making us DVMs; I
appreciate that we have started an entire course dedicated to these
“adult responsibilities,” in which we meet with financial advisers
and veterinarians who want to help us overcome these life hurdles.
I was so worried that I would be thrown into the real world and
told to figure out all of these incredibly important things, but,
instead, I am going to at least get some explanation of what is
needed and expected of me.
Part of me still feels like a child being dragged kicking and
screaming into the adult world. Yet another part of me feels a
little less lost knowing that, so far, my education has, for the
most part, stuck well enough for me to understand most medical
practices. That side of me is excited to start the last leg of my
education and to reach my childhood goal of becoming a vet.