Mr. Bones was a wire-haired Vizsla, with a tuft of golden hair atop his head, expressive green eyes, and a whiskery beard that gave him the look of a wise old man. He was a bit timid, but it didn’t take him long to warm up to you and when he did, he would dole out tentative little dog kisses with his warm, wet tongue.
He spent his last two days on death row.
Mr. Bones’ only crime was having had one too many staph infections. When his owner also came down with a life-threatening staph infection, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to jump to the conclusion that Mr. Bones might be the carrier of an horrific strain of bacteria. Read the rest of this entry »
Jun 20, 2010 | | Animal Tales
It seems really, really hard to make a massive career change in one’s mid-thirties. That’s because it is really, really easy to come up with 101 excuses not to change, not because it’s actually hard! I mean, it’s not like I had to scale Everest or anything, I just had to apply to go back to school.
Here are some of the excuses that stood in between me and vet school, and here are the ways I got past these excuses.
1) I’m too old.
I’ll be done with vet school when I’m forty. My handsome other half will be well into his fifties. It seems a little silly to be making a career change at this point, plus incurring a lot of debt. The thing that I found most helpful in getting around the age thing was advice from a woman who’d become a vet in her early forties (and who is now a well-known holistic vet). She said, “You can be forty and a vet, or you can be plain old forty.”
2) It costs too much, and I have a mortgage to pay.
This was, and is, the most daunting thing about this process. I still freak out about it sometimes. So far, after two years of prerequisites/grad school, I still have my house and still manage to feed myself and my cats. The student loans are enough to cover my basic expenses. I will graduate with a boatload of debt, but I calculated my life expectancy and amortized the debt over the years I supposedly have left. It’s definitely worth $3500 a year to me to be a vet. Read the rest of this entry »
Jun 19, 2010 | | How I Got Here, Non-Traditional Students
The fictional Zeke
This post is for all you potential non-traditional vet students out there, those of you who are NOT able to say, “I’ve known since I was a little tyke that I wanted to be a veterinarian. The first time I laid eyes on my puppy Zeke, who was to be my friend and companion for the next 14 years, I just knew.” Or something like that. That definitely isn’t me!
Truth be told, by the time I graduated high school I hadn’t given much thought to what I wanted to be when I grew up, since all that time I’d been assuming I would grow up to be a housewife with 1.6 children. What can I say? It was the Bible Belt in the 80s.
I suddenly found myself zipping through potential career ideas – music therapist! no, wait – doctor! no, um – geologist! how ’bout teacher? um…
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Jun 19, 2010 | | How I Got Here, Non-Traditional Students
This is the essay from my second vet school application, and it is much more focused and personal than my first effort. There’s more heart in this one, and less brain. It also helps that I started early and I had every single writer I know read over it. Read the rest of this entry »
Jun 19, 2010 | | Getting In, How I Got Here, Non-Traditional Students
When I was applying for vet school, I wasn’t able to find many good examples of personal statements. It would have been really helpful to read someone else’s personal statement, which is one reason I am including these on my blog. I hope those of you who are in the throes of the application process find these helpful. The other reason I’m including these is they help explain how I became a non-traditional vet student.
Below is the personal statement from my first application. It’s good, but not great. I didn’t get admitted with this application, but it was the lack of coursework that did me in more than anything. I got the idea for this essay when I heard an admissions committee member say that the most memorable essay she’d ever read compared being a veterinarian to climbing a mountain. See this post for the essay from my second application.
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Jun 19, 2010 | | Getting In, How I Got Here, Non-Traditional Students
Mr. Bones was a wire-haired Vizsla, with a tuft of golden hair atop his head, expressive green eyes, and a whiskery beard that gave him the look of a wise old man. He was a bit timid, but it didn’t take him long to warm up to you and when he did, he would dole out tentative little dog kisses with his warm, wet tongue.
