Archives for March, 2009

Dream On

I had this lovely little dream last night in which CSU’s vet school called me up and told me that a spot had opened up for me in next year’s incoming class. Ah, if only.

If that were the case, then I wouldn’t have to spend the next 36 hours studying biochemistry. Just the next 18.

If only. . .

Mar 31, 2009 | Comments are off | Getting In, Miscellany

Vet School Reject… and Proud!

So, I received my official rejection letter from CSU’s vet school a couple months ago, and am just now getting around blogging about it. Why? Because I wanted to see what they had to say in my “file review,” i.e., my post-rejection interview.

It’s pretty cool that they even do this: basically, I got a one-on-one conversation with an admissions committee member to go over strengths and weaknesses in my application.

Now, some of you out there may be thinking, “Holy crap! She got a 1540 on the GRE and didn’t get into vet school?! I’m screwed…” Not so fast.
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Mar 26, 2009 | 7 | Getting In, Non-Traditional Students

Tall Tales

giraffefeeding Tall Tales

That is my hand, inside a giraffe’s mouth at the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo in Colorado Springs.

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Mar 22, 2009 | Comments are off | Wildlife

Do the Right Thing

There are two ends to the spectrum of dog owners: those who refer to their dog’s breed by saying, “He’s a such-and-such… I think,” and those who know that the plural for Keeshond is Keeshonden.

The former tend to be fairly easy to convince when recommending a particular course of treatment, although they might be slightly less inclined to spend large amounts of money on “just a dog.”

The latter tend to be well versed in every type of treatment available, although the source of their vast knowledge of veterinary protocol is sometimes of dubious origin. “I found it on the Internet!” they might exclaim, as though that is definitive proof.

(I realize that I am completely over-generalizing, but I have met too many of each “type” to believe there isn’t at least a smidge of merit to the categorization.)

It was the latter that I was dealing with one Friday afternoon, when we’d just about closed up for the weekend and almost everyone had gone home.
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Mar 18, 2009 | 4 | Animal Tales