A lot of my stories and words have been of difficulty and situations that truly challenged me, but that doesn’t mean that good things didn’t happen. While good things might make for nice children’s stories, they aren’t what makes us who we are. It’s when we face challenges that who we are really comes through.
Though difficulties shape us, good times keep us going. I want to focus on them as much as possible through vet school, because not everyone gets here and not everyone makes it through.
Last week, we were informed that a second year student had “died unexpectedly”. Though we never received confirmation, the speech that his mother gave at his vigil suggested that he had committed suicide. She told us never to fear asking for help and to know that we are a family – everyone is here to support one another.
It’s hard to imagine that we could ever be a family after cutting throats to get into this class of 162 people, one of the largest class sizes for veterinary students in the world. To say that getting here is competitive is an understatement – it’s hard to imagine that it all fades away once you’re here, but for the most part, it does.
We finished up midterms today and there wasn’t a single person who wasn’t willing to help another understand the information. That’s not what proves we’re a family though. It’s hugging your neighbor you barely know because they knew the boy we lost. It’s making meals for the second year class because they’re going through something you’ve never even imagined. It’s giving someone space or taking them in no matter what they need. The support is overwhelming.
Vet school might be the hardest thing you’ll ever do, but you’re not alone.