This past week has been pretty hectic. I had my very first cell exam on Friday, and, knowing the difficulty of the Professor's exams from other students, I took it very seriously. I had been keeping up with the textbook reading, and felt good about class, but I re-read the book, took notes and made notecards from everything I had learned, and studied with a few other people to really solidify things. I took it yesterday afternoon, and didn't feel so bad about it when I left. There had been four or five questions that I felt a little iffy on (things that seemed to come out of left field), but overall, it wasn't horrible. Heck, it was the first multiple choice exam I've taken in college, and that had to count for something, right?
Well the professor sent out the grade distribution yesterday, and the class average was a 71%. Two people scraped A's with 90's, and 11 students got B's. The other 45 students got C's or below. The worst grade was a 45%. That warned me ahead of time, as did my two best friends in the class letting me know what they got... above the average but not by much, and they were only one point away from each other. So I pretty much knew what I was getting before I got the email. It still hurt though. My first C in college (well, ever), and on an exam I had thought I had done well on. If I had gotten one more question right, I would have scraped a B, which is at least an acceptable grade. I still feel like I have learned a lot in the first part of the class, and I'm sure I will continue learning, but boy did that put a damper on my weekend... It's not the end of the world though. It is after all, just an exam, not an evaluation of me, and I am determined not to let it mess me up.
Yesterday afternoon the PVC took some pre-vet and pre-health kids to meet a veterinary neurologist down the road. He lives about 5 minutes from my house, and is best friends with Doc (the equine vet), and one of my cousins as well, so I have met him a few times. He has a beautiful hospital and rehab center, and was very interesting to talk to. He is quite atypical for a vet, but perhaps not for a surgeon. I think everyone else enjoyed him as much as I did- we were all rolling in laughter throughout the hour and a half we were there, and he gave some really good advice about vet school, neurology, and even just about life. He is pretty eccentric, dropped the F-bomb at least 10 times, and made some political comments that had me wincing, but it all added to the enjoyment of the experience. It was very nice for him to take the time out of his day to have us up, as I know it really is quite a feat to make that happen sometimes. These are the times I wish we had money to pay our speakers back!
While we were there, I asked him if he would mind if I shadowed him sometime, and he said yes! So I might look into doing that in the upcoming year/Summer. It is so close to my house that it would be silly not to, and I would get to see a ton of brain and back surgeries (as this is the bulk of what he does). I have this bizarre thirst to see as many sides of vet medicine as I can, not because I don't know what I want to do, but because it is so interesting! Everything is applicable to everything else, I am constantly learning about new and better ways to do things, and the differences between practices.
Today starts the next hectic stint for papers and exams. I have to work on a lab paper at one with my lab partner (who, so far, is not working out well), due Tuesday. I also have to study for my organic exam on Monday, and finish a paper due Wednesday. And I'm taking Taz to the vet to have his chest looked at, as I feel some suspicious lumps that I'm hoping are not mass cell tumors. On the bright side, tonight is Snowball at the college (yes, it is actually a ball) and I'm pretty pumped about that. We have a live jazz band and Swing music for half the night, and a DJ for the other half. Along with a candy bar, a chocolate fountain and a photo booth this year! Stay tuned for pictures :)
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