Thoughts, mostly for myself, but feel free to read 'em if you feel like it.
Difficulty
I have now heard from multiple sources that getting into a veterinary medicine program is harder than getting into (human-) med school. I don't know whether it "needs to be" harder in order to screen for the difficulty of the schooling itself, but there are certainly fewer schools available and fewer seats available. Yikes. I honestly am not sure I'm up for that level of challenge. Hell, I thought a lot of myself when I was coming out of high school and I was intimidated by it back then!
O'course, multiple sources could still be wrong. And it's possible that my utterly appalling undergraduate grades would mean a lot less now than they would have meant in 1989. I will work like crazy to kick some serious butt on the entrance exams (GRE, MCAT, whatever, I'll do what needs doing) and I will work like crazy to get good grades in the preparatory undergraduate courses I know I need.
I suspect once I'm in I'll be okay. I may not graduate top in my class; I'm not twenty, I'm not perfectly healthy, I've already pulled all the all-nighters I want to pull in this lifetime, I may have a significant commute to and from school, and I don't have somebody else footing the bill. But I won't be last in my class either. If I get in, I believe I can become a good AND competent veterinarian. I'm also ethical enough that if I can't become competent I'll stop. But that first step is a doozy.
Squeamishness
Long-time readers, remember that bit about passing out when giving blood? That bit about feeling woozy when my doctor described the laparoscopic surgery I was going to get? That bit about having to go lie down when watching my cat get subcutaneous fluids? Um. As an employee evaluation might put it, "this area needs work."
On the other hand, many people have assured me that this is the kind of thing that can be overcome. My gynecologist, who is also a surgeon, assures me he used to get woozy. My aunt Helen, a registered nurse, passed out cold at the first surgery she attended. (Hit her head hard if I remember the story right. Nobody was watching the students; they were quite rightly watching the surgeon and his patient.) These people went on to have long and fine careers in medicine. It can be done.
On the other other hand I don't exactly look forward to it.
Commitment
When people ask me about my desire to do this, the best answer I can give them is that it's obvious this is what I should have done the first time around.
Perhaps that means I owe it to myself to try. BUT.
Rob and I, as a couple, come first.
I can't guarantee I'll get into any of my top few choices of schools. ANY school I attend will mean selling the house, moving, Rob drastically changing or even dumping his flight instructor career and improvising some way he can make money in aviation or out of it, and years of me pulling eighty-hour weeks and stressing out a lot. He's said he'll be supportive of whichever decision I make, but I must also in good conscience take a look at what that will cost him. If it costs us each other, directly or indirectly, that's too high a price. If managed badly, I know that that could indeed be the price. Caution required.
I also won't be able to keep going with the high-tech career for very much longer if I head down this path. A year, sure; I'll be studying, taking a class or two, volunteering. More than two years... very unlikely. I'll be in classes AND studying for the entrance exams AND working at a clinic (if I can) AND trying to figure out in which state I'll need to establish residency, and maybe even going there while Rob sells the house. So my current career will get ditched early in the process, long before I know I'll succeed on the new path. It could get picked up again, although re-buying the house (if already sold) would be a bit of a toughie.
It all kind of feels like a leap off a cliff.
On the other hand, damn if it isn't exciting. Rob, I'm sorry, I really am.
*sigh*
So far I'm giving it somewhere around a 35% chance I'll make the leap. That's probably higher than it's been before.
Difficulty
I have now heard from multiple sources that getting into a veterinary medicine program is harder than getting into (human-) med school. I don't know whether it "needs to be" harder in order to screen for the difficulty of the schooling itself, but there are certainly fewer schools available and fewer seats available. Yikes. I honestly am not sure I'm up for that level of challenge. Hell, I thought a lot of myself when I was coming out of high school and I was intimidated by it back then!
O'course, multiple sources could still be wrong. And it's possible that my utterly appalling undergraduate grades would mean a lot less now than they would have meant in 1989. I will work like crazy to kick some serious butt on the entrance exams (GRE, MCAT, whatever, I'll do what needs doing) and I will work like crazy to get good grades in the preparatory undergraduate courses I know I need.
I suspect once I'm in I'll be okay. I may not graduate top in my class; I'm not twenty, I'm not perfectly healthy, I've already pulled all the all-nighters I want to pull in this lifetime, I may have a significant commute to and from school, and I don't have somebody else footing the bill. But I won't be last in my class either. If I get in, I believe I can become a good AND competent veterinarian. I'm also ethical enough that if I can't become competent I'll stop. But that first step is a doozy.
Squeamishness
Long-time readers, remember that bit about passing out when giving blood? That bit about feeling woozy when my doctor described the laparoscopic surgery I was going to get? That bit about having to go lie down when watching my cat get subcutaneous fluids? Um. As an employee evaluation might put it, "this area needs work."
On the other hand, many people have assured me that this is the kind of thing that can be overcome. My gynecologist, who is also a surgeon, assures me he used to get woozy. My aunt Helen, a registered nurse, passed out cold at the first surgery she attended. (Hit her head hard if I remember the story right. Nobody was watching the students; they were quite rightly watching the surgeon and his patient.) These people went on to have long and fine careers in medicine. It can be done.
On the other other hand I don't exactly look forward to it.
Commitment
When people ask me about my desire to do this, the best answer I can give them is that it's obvious this is what I should have done the first time around.
Perhaps that means I owe it to myself to try. BUT.
Rob and I, as a couple, come first.
I can't guarantee I'll get into any of my top few choices of schools. ANY school I attend will mean selling the house, moving, Rob drastically changing or even dumping his flight instructor career and improvising some way he can make money in aviation or out of it, and years of me pulling eighty-hour weeks and stressing out a lot. He's said he'll be supportive of whichever decision I make, but I must also in good conscience take a look at what that will cost him. If it costs us each other, directly or indirectly, that's too high a price. If managed badly, I know that that could indeed be the price. Caution required.
I also won't be able to keep going with the high-tech career for very much longer if I head down this path. A year, sure; I'll be studying, taking a class or two, volunteering. More than two years... very unlikely. I'll be in classes AND studying for the entrance exams AND working at a clinic (if I can) AND trying to figure out in which state I'll need to establish residency, and maybe even going there while Rob sells the house. So my current career will get ditched early in the process, long before I know I'll succeed on the new path. It could get picked up again, although re-buying the house (if already sold) would be a bit of a toughie.
It all kind of feels like a leap off a cliff.
On the other hand, damn if it isn't exciting. Rob, I'm sorry, I really am.
*sigh*
So far I'm giving it somewhere around a 35% chance I'll make the leap. That's probably higher than it's been before.
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My two cents? I've jumped off a couple of cliffs, and never regretted it. I've also learned to let go of whatever regrets I have, and that's helped.
And that's not necessarily helpful, but it's all I've got.
That, and "Go *you*!!!"
:)
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I will say at least that I agree with this sentiment, but it's not necessarily bad: It all kind of feels like a leap off a cliff.
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Thanks for the handwaving, and the support, and... yeah. That. :)
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Just a thought.
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This was also as cominin as a frosh, so I don't know if it would apply to coming in as a transfer student or a grad student, depending on what you've already done.
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*hugs*
You'll be great with whatever you do.
If it costs us each other, directly or indirectly, that's too high a price.
I made a choice to make sure I didn't lose Beloved. I left school and moved. Was it the right choice? I don't know. Maybe we could have made a LDR work for 2-3 years while I finished school. I didn't think I could do it. It took me 2 years puttering around being unhappy in school to change schools and get back on track with a similar program I was in. I'm rambling, I guess in short I mean that I understand, lol.
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I started out my college career pre-vet at UCD. I realized that I didn't want to live in Davis for 8 years, nor did I want to work as hard as getting into vet school would require.
CJ, do you know
Davis does have the advantages of an airport nearby, and I assume that housing is still cheap in the surrounding towns.
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Good luck whatever you decide. For my part I have only had regrets over things I didn't try.
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A parable I invented years ago when I had another friend in a similar situation tells of two men walking down an unfamiliar path. They come to a fork, and neither one knows which way to go. One of them stops at the fork to gather data, trying to figure out which way to go. He analyzes the footprints, wind direction, flora and fauna, and after four hours, he thinks one direction looks more favorable than the other.
Meanwhile, the second man shrugs his shoulders, picks one of the paths, and starts walking. After two hours, it's clear that he has gone the wrong way, so he turns around and walks back to the fork.
At the end of the four hours, both men are once again at the fork. Only one of them knows for certain which way is right--the one who chose incorrectly the first time.
So jump off that cliff! It's the only way to be sure.
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http://grove.ufl.edu/~prevet/interviews.htm
Pre-professional Requirements for Admission to the College of Veterinary Medicine.*
A. Biology -- a minimum of 15 semester credits including two semesters of Animal Biology or Zoology (lecture and laboratory), 1 semester of Genetics, and one semester of Microbiology (lecture and laboratory).
B. Chemistry -- a minimum of 19 semester credits including two semesters of Inorganic Chemistry (general and qualitative), (lecture and laboratory), 2 semesters of Organic Chemistry (lecture and laboratory), and 1 semester of Biochemistry.
C. Physics -- a minimum of 8 semester credits including 2 semesters of lecture and laboratory.
D. Mathematics -- a minimum of 6 semester credits. One semester of Calculus and 1 semester of Statistics.
E. Animal Science -- a minimum of 6 semester credits. One semester of Introduction to Animal Science and 1 semester of Animal Nutrition.
F. Humanities -- a minimum of 9 semester credits.
G. Social Science -- a minimum of 6 semester credits.
H. English -- a minimum of 6 semester credits, including two semesters of English Composition.
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Vet School is INSANE. We had LOTS of vet school friends in Gainesville. We saw them about every six weeks during the school year.
The only way to get through it is to really believe that there is nothing else on earth you can be happy doing, because after you have your arm shoved up a cow's ass, reek of pig piss, and still have to go to the lab to study xrays all night, you better be having the time of your life.
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I have heard the coursework is a bit more involved than med school, only because your studying bovine, feline, canine, etc., etc.
I think it's hard to get in. My old apartment manager applied and got in. During the "waiting to hear" stage, he was very tense about what he said was the lack of spots (back in 1999 at UW-Madison)...he even made some comment about how he perceived it to be tougher for him because he does not fit any gender or racial equity thing...I think he was just complaining/nervous though.
What I did see in the paper a few weeks back, is that large animal vets are in demand. I am not sure if that's the way you want to go with a vet career? Maybe a sub speciality? I didn't read the full article or really know much beyond the need part (eg: does that specialty have more openings in vet school? unsure).
At any rate, I think your life experience, military experience, work experience, etc. etc. bodes well for your application! My friend just decided to get another Master's & dropped his work hours to 20/week. I'm not sure if any phase of vet school allows for that, (he's just doing a one year programming masters, and already has a comp sci masters so he's not doing anything nearly as grueling) but maybe a paid internship or something could supplement?
If I ever pursued a master's, I'd definitely want to be in a position to afford it, so I hear you there.
Good luck with whatever you decide!
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Also,
I wish you the best in whatever you decide. It sounds very exciting and it is wonderful to hear you talk about the possibilities.
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Would your feet work for such a career - there'd probably be a lot of lifting and standing?
Would a vet tech job be an alternative with less studying?
Just some thoughts...
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A lot of this I have, a few are things I don't have but will vary from school to school (Colorado doesn't require Animal Nutrition for example), and the rest I'll have to get. I figure it'll be two years of course work.
Definitely insane. The two veterinarians (ok, one still a student) I've exchanged e-mail with so far have given me an overview of approximately how insane. I never thought I'd be grateful for having worked at startups, but I am now, because at least I know I can pull eighty-hour weeks for months if I have to.
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I have, best I can tell, about another nine months to make up my mind. Then I'd better be doing course work and starting with the volunteering.
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I too have had regrets over things I didn't try. I guess the worst that can happen is I try and don't make it -- and that, much as I won't like it, is something I can live through.
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There's definitely a lot more breadth in the course work. On the other hand, there's less depth. We don't prolong life or fight the nearly-unbeatable in animals like we do in humans; we don't study kitty Alzheimer's or what a horse's lungs look like if he's smoked all his life; that sort of thing. On the other other hand, finding a vein in a rat has got to be a really finicky thing to learn...
Eh. Worst I can do is not get in.