move-it, move-it

So here is a new day. I woke up and my bed was a mess, my sheets, covers and blankets were strewn all around. I am a very quiet sleeper normally, and I don’t normally move around much in my sleep so it is always of some significance, whether I have a bad dream or such. I’ve been sleeping pretty well so far but I still wake up tired.


I don’t like the fact that I sit at a computer all day and never move from 9-5. From the time I get up to the time I leave work I just sit all day, which is something I have always disliked. I like to be active and move around a lot. Its not that I really hate this working stuff, I just dislike being stuck at a desk all day. I will have to find a job that requires me to move about and stand a lot. I’ve been thinking more and more about vet school and teaching or becoming a doctor than ever before. I pulled out my old award from middle school for Best Creative Scientific Writing –an award I never knew they had or held in high regards because I guess they didn’t give it out that often. Its interesting that Mr. Steele recognized my skill at writing then as well as my awesome dissection capabilities. He would always challenge me with more and more difficult dissections of body parts. We worked with all kinds of animals in the 6th and 7th grades: cats, dogfish (sharks), giant African clawed frogs, squid, bony fish (perch), a bird hit by Ms. Coss on the way to school, earth worms, pigs, cow’s hearts and eyeballs, as well as dog’s brains. The most difficult were the fish hearts and the eyeballs because they required a delicate hand and precise lines. I don’t know where my talent came from, or my skill with a scalpel and razorblade but it was something I did very well and had pride in. I haven’t gotten to use it much in college (because I haven’t and wont take gross anatomy and physiology). The last thing I did was a cow udder in Intro to ASCI 001. There were 3 udders, and no one was cutting into them. My lab group had 17 students and they all want to be vets (most are freshman, this will change), but none of them were cutting into the specimens. So then this girl and I jumped over to the one on the far side. We had to open the udder ventrally, and I handed her the blade to do so. It was the most crooked line I had ever seen and there were serrations in the tissue where she had cut through layers, but had not reached the next cavity. It was a disaster. I let her play around with the larger structures (udder, supramammary lymph nodes). McFadden then asked us to open up a teat end up to the gland cistern. I told the annoying girl that I would do this part. I cut along the medial line right up to the cistern, and McFadden looked at it and said, “look at this teat dissection here students.” So he pointed out the annular fold, Furstenberg’s rosette,etc. which were very clear on my tear dissection and basically slaughtered in everyone elses.


So why am I mentioning this? Because I feel like I have some sort of talent that isn’t being used. Granted I’m earning money sitting at this desk, which is great for Ireland, but its not helping me decide what I want to do. So far I have determined that I hate working on a computer all day and not problem solving. I work through my workload in a relatively fast manner. I think this spans from the fact that I’m still in college and am used to a heavy and overwhelming workload at all times. I get through stuff that takes everyone else a day to finish in the course of an hour or two. So what do I want to do? I still have no idea, but I still want to consider vet school. I’m starting to think about Mrs. Kounelis, who had always wanted to go but didn’t because she was only a “B student”. She told me to try no matter what. This was in 4th grade, but I was a very serious 4th grader. I would love to be able to mail her a copy of my acceptance letter to Mr. Steele and Mrs. K. So the moral of this story is, it wont hurt to apply, especially not to the schools in Scotland. Depending on how refreshing Ireland is, I may feel that I want to stay abroad to finish my studies, especially among students who are very dedicated.


Less Cubicle, More Brain Food.