I've been trying to write something on this page since yesterday afternoon but I couldn't even complete a sentence...
Knowing myself, it simply means I am very happy. I don't, honestly, know why but updating this journal every time I feel really bad or sad is no sweat. But when I'm happy, I could hardly finish a decent post for this diary.
Yesterday was the last day of classes at the university for school year 2014. And for me and my DVM III classmates, it's not just another Friday that would mark the end of the week, nor another end of the semester or school year because yesterday was officially the conclusion of our veterinary education at the University of Adelaide!
It seems only like the other day when I decided to give up my job at the poultry farm so I could pursue my dream of becoming a qualified veterinarian in Australia. I honestly thought that getting through this endeavour was only as simple as wearing a lab coat, a pair of scrubs and an overall. Well, it definitely went way beyond that and it was not just an extra lovely stethoscope hanging around my neck or a name plate pinned on my clinic shirt... there were daylong lectures that seemed to last like forever, endless tutorials and practical sessions that are actually too numerous to count! [(Of course I don't want to mention those exams, online quizzes, twenty-six weeks of clinical placement and twenty-four weeks of clinical rotation. Most importantly, I have forgotten all the arrogance that I have seen and all the embarrassments that I've felt for the past three years.)]
Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed my stay at the vet school. I honestly have regrets of not updating this diary to document my stories as often as what I had originally planned. As I slither though this 3-year DVM program I got too carried away as often as I literally dropped my jaw every time I got the chance to use every equipment in this world-class training facility. Every time I found myself standing in the surgical skills theatre, diagnostic imaging suites, intensive care unit, necropsy and microscopy rooms or by simply monitoring and recovering our anaesthetised patient at the equine hospital, I would spare a moment to thank the Most Powerful up there for this learning opportunity that had never ever existed even in my wildest dreams before.
What a ride! The twists and turns of the challenges in this vet school were undoubtedly outweighed by all the experiences that I had- the skills developed with all the good veterinary medical science behind it, my immersion with the younger generation and culture, being taught by professors who authored a few textbooks, the friends I have met, and the list goes on...
Time gallops, indeed!
Yes, it's over but let me defer the acknowledgement of those people and organisations who supported me through the years. I will do that after I get through the Transition to the Veterinary Profession final examinations. Nine days from now, in four consecutive days I will be sitting for two written, two oral and one objective structured clinical examinations that will absolutely be another terrifying but definitely a life-changing moment in my life.
Fingers crossed.
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Knowing myself, it simply means I am very happy. I don't, honestly, know why but updating this journal every time I feel really bad or sad is no sweat. But when I'm happy, I could hardly finish a decent post for this diary.
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| Muck-up and dress-up day for our final day at uni, I tried to dress-up as an Australian farmer. |
It seems only like the other day when I decided to give up my job at the poultry farm so I could pursue my dream of becoming a qualified veterinarian in Australia. I honestly thought that getting through this endeavour was only as simple as wearing a lab coat, a pair of scrubs and an overall. Well, it definitely went way beyond that and it was not just an extra lovely stethoscope hanging around my neck or a name plate pinned on my clinic shirt... there were daylong lectures that seemed to last like forever, endless tutorials and practical sessions that are actually too numerous to count! [(Of course I don't want to mention those exams, online quizzes, twenty-six weeks of clinical placement and twenty-four weeks of clinical rotation. Most importantly, I have forgotten all the arrogance that I have seen and all the embarrassments that I've felt for the past three years.)]
Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed my stay at the vet school. I honestly have regrets of not updating this diary to document my stories as often as what I had originally planned. As I slither though this 3-year DVM program I got too carried away as often as I literally dropped my jaw every time I got the chance to use every equipment in this world-class training facility. Every time I found myself standing in the surgical skills theatre, diagnostic imaging suites, intensive care unit, necropsy and microscopy rooms or by simply monitoring and recovering our anaesthetised patient at the equine hospital, I would spare a moment to thank the Most Powerful up there for this learning opportunity that had never ever existed even in my wildest dreams before.
What a ride! The twists and turns of the challenges in this vet school were undoubtedly outweighed by all the experiences that I had- the skills developed with all the good veterinary medical science behind it, my immersion with the younger generation and culture, being taught by professors who authored a few textbooks, the friends I have met, and the list goes on...
Time gallops, indeed!
Yes, it's over but let me defer the acknowledgement of those people and organisations who supported me through the years. I will do that after I get through the Transition to the Veterinary Profession final examinations. Nine days from now, in four consecutive days I will be sitting for two written, two oral and one objective structured clinical examinations that will absolutely be another terrifying but definitely a life-changing moment in my life.
Fingers crossed.
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| The University of Adelaide DVM Class of 2014. Can you find me? |
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3 comments:
I am very happy for you. I know from day one you are a doctorate material. More "intellectual" power to you.
You are almost there! Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
bertN
Sorry, madalang na po ako nagba-blog. THANK YOU VERY MUCH po!
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