This actually isn't a whinge for once. The simple truth is that training to be a vet, at least here in Cambridge, does in fact take over your life for the time you're here, and perhaps that's a good thing - a vet is a vet even if it's cold outside, if it's 2am, if it's wet and unpleasant and a gale's coming in...
Animals are born, usually at a bloody silly time of the night, and animals die, or at least make some really good attempts at it with an owner or unfortunate random driver hyperventilating in the background, and if you are needed then neither they nor the animal cares that you're tired or hungry or sore - you're the Vet. You're supposed to be there and fix things, so you are and you do, and then you go home again.
Even at this stage I've been aware of the need to fit life into the spaces between all the course components, and never more so than when planning EMS or trips away from Cambridge. Right now I've slipped into a routine of spending the time between lectures organising trips to the bank, doctors' appointments, bursaries and loans and the like and planning next holiday's EMS; when I get back from lectures, the time not spent eating or showering goes towards revising for exams that are coming up soon or writing up notes on the day's lectures and practicals so those won't be so hard to remember come that exam.
The real amusement in all this (what?... I guess maybe you have to stretch to see the humour) is that I already have to sort out commitments months in advance: I already know roughly when I'd be happy enough to go home for Easter and when to come back (the dates are about a week apart as I'd prefer to take the time as a proper holiday), where and when I'd like to be doing 2 weeks' placement over the same break, the date of this year's May Ball, how I plan on spending my summer, when next academic year starts...
It's crazy, but it really is the only way to fit everything in, as far as I can tell.
Thank God I have a day off on Thursday. ;)
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