Remember when applying to college was hard? Hard and exciting but mostly stressful and your mother drove you to the post office at the very last minute on December 30th because it had to be postmarked by January 1st and the post office was closed on December 31st? And by “you” I obviously mean “me.”
So I have started the application process for vet school. The reason I am telling you this is that it is scary, and it is a life dream, and I need it to all work out. AND I need to feel supported. So your words of support are invited, welcome, very much needed. I’d be good at this, right? Even though I’ll possibly be 27 before I start? Are they going to be all, “If you really knew your whole life you wanted to do this, then why didn’t you take organic chemistry in fifth grade? Or even during your college career?”
The answer, my friends, is that I was really good at finding logical, strong reasons to procrastinate, and because my advisor freshman year told me I could wait. I’m still mad at you, Tiffany!
So again, tell me I’d be good at this? That it’s a good idea? Readygo.