It hit me, in a moment of sheer terror, that first day when I walked into the consult room with my named printed on a drug label and stuck on a badge over where SAMPLE ONLY was engraved, and there was a puppy urinating on my hand and an owner asking me if desexing was reversible that Holy crap, I’m not a student anymore, I’m a fully qualified veterinarian.
After having my hand held, constant supervision, unlimited access to all the textbooks and journals I could want and bumming around with my friends at Hogwarts School of Vetness, I was now in the Big Wide World. I had Responsibilities. I had a You Can Vet Now certificate. I had Keys to the Restricted Drug Drawer. I had to make my own decisions, I had to figure out what was wrong with the animal and fix it, and I had to take life and death into my own hands. Oh crap, am I really ready for this? How am I going to make it through my first day alive?
And how on earth am I going to survive out here on my own?
After having my hand held, constant supervision, unlimited access to all the textbooks and journals I could want and bumming around with my friends at Hogwarts School of Vetness, I was now in the Big Wide World. I had Responsibilities. I had a You Can Vet Now certificate. I had Keys to the Restricted Drug Drawer. I had to make my own decisions, I had to figure out what was wrong with the animal and fix it, and I had to take life and death into my own hands. Oh crap, am I really ready for this? How am I going to make it through my first day alive?
And how on earth am I going to survive out here on my own?
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