One crazy week

This has been a memorable week, so I just need to document it (even though I'm pretty sure nobody reads my blog anymore). The beginning of the week was depressing, as I was having a quarter-life crisis. There is TOO much information for me to know and I can't see how I can ever succeed as a vet. So, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday I cried and ate left over birthday cake. Thursday, one of our rather pompous professors forgot to turn off his microphone during our 10-minute break so we were subjected listening to him pee. It was very hard not to laugh during the second hour of class, and I was digusted that we didn't hear the faucet running after the peeing so I made it my goal to not touch anything he touched. On Friday we received an e-mail from the student affairs office that someone in our class has been looking at porn during class and would they please not do that. This has resulted in a "porn witch hunt" as everyone began speculating about who it is. After class on Friday, my friend Erin (from vet school) and I went on an eight hour shopping marathon at the MOA. We refused to stop for anything (eating, bathroom, etc.) and it was good. The end.

The quest still continues...

Ah, yes my all too often futile struggle for the coveted DVM continues. I've finished up my last summer, as now we go to school straight through until graduation (we still get some breaks though). But, oh what a wonderful summer! Please allow me to make a plug for unemployment:

My dear fellow Americans:

Since the beginning of time, our way of life has revolved around labor in some form. What began as a back-breaking struggle for survival has been reduced to mere "office butt". Call it what you will: the daily grind, the 9 to 5, slavery, or force x distance x cos theta. I have taken the opportunity to buck the oppression that work has imposed upon us since the boot from the garden of Eden. My eyes were opened in this new way of life, and I saw the beauty of laziness in all its glory. A day of sleeping in, sunbathing, watching movies, and fishing is like a milkshake made of forgiveness and angels. Alas, work has once again accosted me and drug me back into the dark cavern of daily drugery and half-hour lunch breaks. I feel it is my duty now to tell you what it is like on the other side, and urge you to pursue it with wild abandon. Now, when I see a heavy-set woman with four bi-racial children at Walmart, I give her a nod...a nod that says "I get it".

This year we got a new classroom, new instructors, a new classmate, and heavier expectations. Sometime I don't know how I will ever get all this information in my head. At least this semester we only have ~26 credits, instead of last semesters 34. Very soon I will pick my rotations, and our clinics will start in April. There is an underhanded attempt going on by the administration to make us wear maroon coats instead of white when we go on clinics. Apparently, nametags and introducing yourself as "the student" is still too confusing for clients. We are petitioning for white coats, so if you can help me out with good reasons why please let me know and I'll include them in my portion. Anyways, I guess God has gotten me this far...two more years to go!!!!