Best Semester Ever! Worst Semester Ever!
Last semester was the best semester ever. You can tell this because I hardly updated this blog, which means I had nothing to complain about, ha ha.
My favorite course, by far, since starting vet school has been clinical pathology, wherein you learn to interpret things like blood work, urinalyses, etc. The beauty of the class, for me, was the fact that it all had clinical relevance. There was very little “Why do we have to learn this?” and a lot of “That’s so cool!”
Another upside to the class was that the emphasis was not on memorization and regurgitation, but rather the application of a small set of facts to solving a problem. In other words, clinical reasoning, the kind of thing I am really good at.
At any rate, that class, plus the fact that most my other classes were somewhat more clinically relevant than my freshman classes, made this past semester fantastic. It probably didn’t hurt that I got off my butt and joined a gym, too. Exercising regularly did wonders for my mood and stress level.
Enter sophomore year, round 2. Widely regarded by the classes ahead of me to be the worst semester of vet school. Why? Time will tell. It might have something to do with the fact that we start class at 8 a.m. every day and are there until 3 p.m. every day, if not later. It might have to do with the fact that it’s 24 credit hours. Maybe it’s just the fact that we have to suffer through still one more semester of classroom-only work before we get to see real patients.
Whatever it is, I’m not really looking forward to it all that much, mostly because I am savoring my last few days of vacation and productivity in other areas of my life.
These are the times you have to remind yourself just how bad you wanted to get into vet school.
Jan 13, 2012 | 0 | School Daze