Here's how I see it: if I can't handle almost double time at a community college, how can I handle full time at a real college? (Let alone vet school??)
When I get tired from back to back exams in heavy hitting classes, I just think about the reason I'm here. Not for me, but for the animals that I someday hope to help.
This is why I want to become a veterinarian. I need to do what I can to prevent unwanted pets from being born, and to help educate future generations on pet ownership responsibilities.
The cycle starts all over again, with one unspayed female.
They didn't ask to be brought into a world that didn't want them. Most of the animals did nothing wrong, except exist. It's not right. Someone needs to stop it.
Bodies left where they died, trash bags tossed on top. Many shelters euthanize without using sedation, causing extreme pain before death). And yes, they euthanize puppies and kittens, too. Cute or ugly, young or old, if it's not wanted it will be killed.
As horrible as these pictures are, looking at them (and remembering what is really going on out in the world, outside my cozy little bubble) restarts the drive that started this whole adventure. I have the ability and the opportunity to make a difference, so I will take advantage. Someday, I hope to be able to help.
Or, I could be like Sean and take open book exams. Might make me a lot more relaxed.
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