Well it’s the first night I’ve actually been able to sit and relax/sort stuff out for a few days as the schedules been pretty full up with either driving or drinking, obviously neither simultaneously Nanna so don’t fret. Important things to mention include a road trip, couple of quality evenings, a job interview and upcoming big events…
Lets start by considering the job interview and as such get the slightly more boring items ticked off. The interview was at Scarsdales in Derby last Wednesday (my foster practice) for a 100% smalls job with no on-call/out of hrs. The fact that it’s my foster practice means I’ve spent a fair amount of time there in the past and am well aquatinted with the members of staff and general practice running. The interview went fine I think, there were no particularly taxing questions and it was more of an informal chat than anything else. Will have to was for another wk or so before I’ll hear anything as other people are also being interviewed. If I’m successful they’ve agreed to let me start at the end of September so that time spent travelling won’t be compromised. However if they didn’t like what they saw then I’ll just get searching for jobs when I get back, as apart from the slightly interesting financial situation there’s no real rush.
The past few days has mainly been taken up with the Pete/Rich very rainy road trip. I set off to Newcastle last Weds to pick him up and maybe have a couple of quiet drinks out. However we ended up having a quality night in club called liquid. I don’t anything that incredibly comedy occurred other than Rich prancing around in a pair of girls leggings the next day…how concerning indeed.
On Thursday we drove back to Derby for a pit stop and sort out before continuing on to Bristol Friday evening after a brief shopping trip interlude Friday day with Han (mother’s birthday and fathers day presents needed sorting).
Friday we arrived in Bristol pretty late but we were still up for a couple of drinks, though this was almost compromised by the phenomenal level of rudeness we received from Budgens staff members, when we tried to buy alcohol at 10:59 (still not entirely sure why they wouldn’t serve us though stereotypical/ageist opinions of 2students that enter a shop at pub closing time to buy booze may have something to do with it…one bloke definitely deserved copious quantities of abuse though of course we remained outstanding, calm, respectable individuals and didn’t raise are voices to the retarded buffoon that thought it acceptable to shout at customers with no rationale)….sorry rant over…though this confrontation put the team in a mood incontusive to a quality evening, though much success in the name of fun was achieved at the post Langford Bar sports night after party in Congo at a house owned by a Wheelie-Bin (person’s name). The legends had loads of booze in and in general it was great to see everyone (especially Jimmy, Steve & Hugo who’d just got back from a few days living the high-life in Nice). Only bizarre story of the evening was Fully going on an angry bottle smashing rampage, though fortunately for everyone’s safety especially Valenzia’s he calmed down quickly.
After picking up Rich from Sinead’s on Saturday we sorted ourselves out and then visited a 4th yr bbq. A very tame evening but fairly chilled with features including guitar playing, shisha smoking, many burgers and Rich’s mad Bacardi event…following the bbq we had a little after pty at Sinead’s where Rich thought it wise to consume a Robinson’s cordial bottle containing a translucent spirit that Sinead found in her garage which was only identifiable by the big white sticker someone had attached with Bacardi scrawled across it in felt-tip. To sum things up Rich got hammered and slept on a toilet with 2towels as bedding.
Today we’ve played some 5a side footy, watched the 5th yr panto DVD and had a much needed relaxing evening in watching Dude where’s my car and eating some wholesome food, life is tough.
Upon reflecting at what I’ve just scrawled down it would appear my life is especially unhealthy at present, this is of course true and though I’m not overly joyed by that fact there’s little that can be done to control the current situation as there are loads of awesome nights ahead over the next week and then it’s off to Turkey to continue celebrations on the final year holiday (something I’ve been looking forward to going on ever since I watched an episode of vets in practice before vetschool where a bunch of students did a grand mooning jump off the side of a boat and I thought I can’t wait to do that). However the drinking is definitely being cut down over the next few days as we’ve the last ever Levator Gig on Thursday and I really don’t want to lose my voice like last time we played.
Other upcoming events include a meal out, a karaoke night, fancy dress alphabet pub crawl and the last ever Friday night of vet school…mental.
Now I’m going to get an hr or 2 sleep-in before picking up Paula from Bristol at 3am (she’s been diving in Egypt).
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
After over a term away I’m currently back at Derby home-home sat in the bedroom-above-the-garage (aka:study) and I plan to break the recent trend of crazy long blog entries as I’m shattered. It’s been a hectic day of sorting out as I arrived back in the early hours of this morning with a Corsa crammed full of general Pete paraphernalia which all required new homes. This accompanied with walking Alfie and collecting some boxes took me pretty much all day and there’s still another car-load to collect in Bris yet. One thing I can say for all this sorting out/packing up is it’s pretty emotional. By which I don’t mean I’ve been crying my heart out in my bedroom all day, but all this packing up, moving house, scraping old junk etc. could not portray a more powerful message that the long road is drawing to an end/final curtain/fat lady whatever. 5 years at uni and it’s passed in the blink of an eye, it literally seems like last week when Dad was dropping me off at halls armed with a head full of uni ideals and a crate of stella, and now I’ve qualified and graduation is only a stones through away…
Ok sorry about all that , the current situation is def not doom and gloom as the next few months is to be spent chilling/partying and appreciating the last spell of student freedom before work commences. However all this moving belongings out of Langford def has brought the situation home for me.
Since I last wrote there’s only been one big night that I’ve attended though there have been a couple of fair size events (jock’s house party). I decided due to my shocking health status at the end of last week to put myself on a drink your p**s style detox week before the onslaught of the 3rd week and the final year holiday commences, also I really want to get some of my material recorded and at the end of last week I could barely speak let alone sing.
The big night was last Friday…Geoff’s leaving do. This was held in a very posh/sophisticated hall near Blagdon somewhere which I’m surprised we’ve never used before (maybe it’s to be saved for such events so we don’t get banned from it). The evening was a great success; speeches/champagne reception/food/live music etc all gave Geoff the send of he deserves after giving so much time and effort in order to ensure the survival though vetschool of so many years of students. Comedy antics include:
- Dave/Fully caught attempting a naked lap around the outside of the building
- Steve
- Singing ++
- Sinead spinning incessantly
- John brown-nosing all night
The next morning wasn’t so amusing (ex issues).
Saturday was a day of relaxation, films, good food (though I’m biased as I cooked it), the biggest fright of my life (Paula and the film Descent are a bad combination for my wellbeing especially she chooses to hide behind kitchen doors in the pitch black and scream down my ear as I walk passed, literally the most scared I’ve ever been), and bizarrely enough, given the last sentence, essential relaxation.
Ohh-de-lally is always an important quote.
Sunday had a similar vibe to today though the evening was a good laugh as Nead cooked me dinner/soup and then we watched Bedknobs and Broomsticks.
The rest of the week I’m generally relaxing at home though I’ve a job interview Weds to prepare for and I need to pick up Rich from Newcastle.
x
Ok sorry about all that , the current situation is def not doom and gloom as the next few months is to be spent chilling/partying and appreciating the last spell of student freedom before work commences. However all this moving belongings out of Langford def has brought the situation home for me.
Since I last wrote there’s only been one big night that I’ve attended though there have been a couple of fair size events (jock’s house party). I decided due to my shocking health status at the end of last week to put myself on a drink your p**s style detox week before the onslaught of the 3rd week and the final year holiday commences, also I really want to get some of my material recorded and at the end of last week I could barely speak let alone sing.
The big night was last Friday…Geoff’s leaving do. This was held in a very posh/sophisticated hall near Blagdon somewhere which I’m surprised we’ve never used before (maybe it’s to be saved for such events so we don’t get banned from it). The evening was a great success; speeches/champagne reception/food/live music etc all gave Geoff the send of he deserves after giving so much time and effort in order to ensure the survival though vetschool of so many years of students. Comedy antics include:
- Dave/Fully caught attempting a naked lap around the outside of the building
- Steve
- Singing ++
- Sinead spinning incessantly
- John brown-nosing all night
The next morning wasn’t so amusing (ex issues).
Saturday was a day of relaxation, films, good food (though I’m biased as I cooked it), the biggest fright of my life (Paula and the film Descent are a bad combination for my wellbeing especially she chooses to hide behind kitchen doors in the pitch black and scream down my ear as I walk passed, literally the most scared I’ve ever been), and bizarrely enough, given the last sentence, essential relaxation.
Ohh-de-lally is always an important quote.
Sunday had a similar vibe to today though the evening was a good laugh as Nead cooked me dinner/soup and then we watched Bedknobs and Broomsticks.
The rest of the week I’m generally relaxing at home though I’ve a job interview Weds to prepare for and I need to pick up Rich from Newcastle.
x
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Big news I’m a vet!... as of yesterday 11am I’m now permitted to add the letters BVSc after my name, although I’m not permitted to practice until graduation and royal college enrolment, and so after July 18th I’ll be Mr P Scales BVSc MRCVS; an incredibly concerning thought given that I’m actually going to have to have a stab at the job very soon. However until then I plan to make the most of my newfound freedom by continuing in much the same fashion as the past 4days, which is the reason why I currently feel like I’ve lost most of my mental capacity and am basically a walking Pete shell of alcoholism and sleep deprivation.
The results were put up in 2 lists, 1 for those who passed stating what subjects they passed with merit or distinction in and the other for those referred. Unfortunately four people were on the second list and so will be required to resit in September (can’t empathise with how crap it must be for them).
Somehow I managed a merit in VPH, an achievement I feel that seriously tarnishes my self dignity (which is definitely not true as me, Paul, JP and Hugo are now certified VPH geniuses…perhaps OVS is the career path of choice for me after all?!).
(All the above was written a couple of days ago at JOHN’S and Paula’s but for some reason I got sidetracked/fell asleep and so the rest is now going to be completed sat back in my bedroom, though as ever time’s not limitless as the big J Spence is awaiting a trip into Bath).
Anyway the basic theme of this blog is not surprisingly going to be based around the many evenings of self indulgence that the past wk has presented (can’t believe that a wk has already gone by since my last viva, “time flies”…).
I think the best way of tackling the wks entertainment is to consider each evening at a time, that way my memory will have a chance to recall some details.
Thursday
Post final viva I got my life back on tack and then had a chilled evening at the Bell house and here watching some crazy films (smoking aces and some arty Kate film). Half the year didn’t finish till Friday and so the big night out was to be delayed in accordance to fair play.
Friday
Haven’t an absolute clue what I did during the day (though to be fair I doubt I could recall any day time activities over the past wk and so will leave out daytime for the rest of the blog, though I do recall going shopping at one point…haha shopping was Friday, I met the rents at cribs for essential retail therapy and restaurant cuisine. Excellent to see the family and also to eat food that isn’t cereal or pizza. Quality purchases include shirt and awesome swimshorts with lobsters on…woooo).
Saturday
The Duffus meal!! At the promise auction last term myself and a group of 12ish won a meal for £500ish to be hosted by Prof Duffus and Isllyn at Duffus countryside retreat. The meal was held once in the past and the feedback from past students was very positive and so bidding went high. However it was worth every penny, evening highlights included…
- Transport to and from by FAP clinicians.
- Champagne reception and orderves in Duffus’ picturesque garden, including viewing of the cave and wood (definitely not a forest Paula will have you know).
- A many course sit down dinner with silver service and wine waiters provided (again by FAP clinicians). The beef and Prof’s fudge were exceptional though I feel my main course was let down slightly by Breen’s carrot under-catering issues.
- The décor is also worth mentioning. All best crockery was in use and lighting was provided by candlelight to suit the relaxing sophisticated nature of the evening. I do feel however that this was slightly upset by Wilson’s antics, which included punching (not simply knocking over) 2 large glasses of wine across tables, floors and new dresses, and also setting fire to a role of kitchen role which I now feel should be labelled with flammable signs when Paula is in the vicinity in order to reduce future fire risks.
- Many Disney songs were sung (“has he got a zoo? I’m telling you it’s a world class menagerie!”)…exceptional Disney lyrical knowledge provided by the DD.
- Also Hamish chanting and Chris’s professional air require a mention.
Sunday
The final yr dinner was a massive success and hats off to all those involved in organising. The food was good, clinician panto absolutely hilarious and speeches hilarious (especially comments from Geoff on John’s 1st yr animal health and husbandry mid-ses paper where he mentioned some crazy info about puppies missing out on state benefits in respect to the adv and disadv of neutering). Both Levator and Blue Juice played and both sets were quality. We played chasing cars, some might say, view, pulp and vetlife…definitely one of our best sets even though it was so short and I wouldn’t be unhappy if that’s the last time we play to the year. I was pretty stressed and hungover before we played but following the performance buz and a couple of pints and a cigar the J Spence I was back on track for one quality night!
Monday
Hot Tub Night…this night is definitely gonna have to be up there with my top 10 uni nights… The bell house filled a huge swimming pool with water and then attached a hose to the hot tab in the kitchen and left it running for about 12hrs, the result was awesome, quite literally a huge (and no doubt phenomenally expensive) outdoor hot tub in which 12 people started in and four people remained by daylight, them being me, Paula, JP and the Germanic appreciator Mr Wooding who was the most on form I think I’ve ever seen him. Special memories will include Ian’s clockwork toy dance (for which winding up is a necessity), the Manhattan cocktail, JP’s Mr Sheen with a hint of lime cocktail and Ian’s old school music collection including the likes of Mr Boombastic. JP’s feet are probably important not to be remembered!
All in all for many reasons one of the best vetschool nights.
Tuesday
BBQ at Johns and Paula’s, nothing very exciting just chilled outside on the sofas around the bbq. “I have never” was quite interesting/risky though.
Wednesday
Last night we had a bit of a lad’s night including me, John, DD, Fully & Mr Major. All important areas were covered (football, risk, beer, computer games).
Quite happy with how much I’ve managed to recall, the plan now is to drink very little over the next week or so as I’ve a few things to sort and I’d like to get some of my songs recorded which I can’t achieve with a screwed up voice as is currently the case. However there’s Geoff’s leaving do on Friday and the Jock’s house party plus Langford pub golf on Saturday so we’ll see how things go. Also I’ve an interview at Scarsdale on Weds so nx wk which I plan to spend at home.
Now it’s off to fetch big J and mossy over to Bath for a ruby-murry (in the words of a key Levator band member).
The results were put up in 2 lists, 1 for those who passed stating what subjects they passed with merit or distinction in and the other for those referred. Unfortunately four people were on the second list and so will be required to resit in September (can’t empathise with how crap it must be for them).
Somehow I managed a merit in VPH, an achievement I feel that seriously tarnishes my self dignity (which is definitely not true as me, Paul, JP and Hugo are now certified VPH geniuses…perhaps OVS is the career path of choice for me after all?!).
(All the above was written a couple of days ago at JOHN’S and Paula’s but for some reason I got sidetracked/fell asleep and so the rest is now going to be completed sat back in my bedroom, though as ever time’s not limitless as the big J Spence is awaiting a trip into Bath).
Anyway the basic theme of this blog is not surprisingly going to be based around the many evenings of self indulgence that the past wk has presented (can’t believe that a wk has already gone by since my last viva, “time flies”…).
I think the best way of tackling the wks entertainment is to consider each evening at a time, that way my memory will have a chance to recall some details.
Thursday
Post final viva I got my life back on tack and then had a chilled evening at the Bell house and here watching some crazy films (smoking aces and some arty Kate film). Half the year didn’t finish till Friday and so the big night out was to be delayed in accordance to fair play.
Friday
Haven’t an absolute clue what I did during the day (though to be fair I doubt I could recall any day time activities over the past wk and so will leave out daytime for the rest of the blog, though I do recall going shopping at one point…haha shopping was Friday, I met the rents at cribs for essential retail therapy and restaurant cuisine. Excellent to see the family and also to eat food that isn’t cereal or pizza. Quality purchases include shirt and awesome swimshorts with lobsters on…woooo).
Saturday
The Duffus meal!! At the promise auction last term myself and a group of 12ish won a meal for £500ish to be hosted by Prof Duffus and Isllyn at Duffus countryside retreat. The meal was held once in the past and the feedback from past students was very positive and so bidding went high. However it was worth every penny, evening highlights included…
- Transport to and from by FAP clinicians.
- Champagne reception and orderves in Duffus’ picturesque garden, including viewing of the cave and wood (definitely not a forest Paula will have you know).
- A many course sit down dinner with silver service and wine waiters provided (again by FAP clinicians). The beef and Prof’s fudge were exceptional though I feel my main course was let down slightly by Breen’s carrot under-catering issues.
- The décor is also worth mentioning. All best crockery was in use and lighting was provided by candlelight to suit the relaxing sophisticated nature of the evening. I do feel however that this was slightly upset by Wilson’s antics, which included punching (not simply knocking over) 2 large glasses of wine across tables, floors and new dresses, and also setting fire to a role of kitchen role which I now feel should be labelled with flammable signs when Paula is in the vicinity in order to reduce future fire risks.
- Many Disney songs were sung (“has he got a zoo? I’m telling you it’s a world class menagerie!”)…exceptional Disney lyrical knowledge provided by the DD.
- Also Hamish chanting and Chris’s professional air require a mention.
Sunday
The final yr dinner was a massive success and hats off to all those involved in organising. The food was good, clinician panto absolutely hilarious and speeches hilarious (especially comments from Geoff on John’s 1st yr animal health and husbandry mid-ses paper where he mentioned some crazy info about puppies missing out on state benefits in respect to the adv and disadv of neutering). Both Levator and Blue Juice played and both sets were quality. We played chasing cars, some might say, view, pulp and vetlife…definitely one of our best sets even though it was so short and I wouldn’t be unhappy if that’s the last time we play to the year. I was pretty stressed and hungover before we played but following the performance buz and a couple of pints and a cigar the J Spence I was back on track for one quality night!
Monday
Hot Tub Night…this night is definitely gonna have to be up there with my top 10 uni nights… The bell house filled a huge swimming pool with water and then attached a hose to the hot tab in the kitchen and left it running for about 12hrs, the result was awesome, quite literally a huge (and no doubt phenomenally expensive) outdoor hot tub in which 12 people started in and four people remained by daylight, them being me, Paula, JP and the Germanic appreciator Mr Wooding who was the most on form I think I’ve ever seen him. Special memories will include Ian’s clockwork toy dance (for which winding up is a necessity), the Manhattan cocktail, JP’s Mr Sheen with a hint of lime cocktail and Ian’s old school music collection including the likes of Mr Boombastic. JP’s feet are probably important not to be remembered!
All in all for many reasons one of the best vetschool nights.
Tuesday
BBQ at Johns and Paula’s, nothing very exciting just chilled outside on the sofas around the bbq. “I have never” was quite interesting/risky though.
Wednesday
Last night we had a bit of a lad’s night including me, John, DD, Fully & Mr Major. All important areas were covered (football, risk, beer, computer games).
Quite happy with how much I’ve managed to recall, the plan now is to drink very little over the next week or so as I’ve a few things to sort and I’d like to get some of my songs recorded which I can’t achieve with a screwed up voice as is currently the case. However there’s Geoff’s leaving do on Friday and the Jock’s house party plus Langford pub golf on Saturday so we’ll see how things go. Also I’ve an interview at Scarsdale on Weds so nx wk which I plan to spend at home.
Now it’s off to fetch big J and mossy over to Bath for a ruby-murry (in the words of a key Levator band member).
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Ok well I’m back after a brief finals interlude of which the last one was this morning, can’t fault me too much for not keeping up with entries over the past few weeks, I felt guilty enough just cooking or sleeping and so there’s been little time for anything else but revision, revision and more revision….
But anyway big news; depending on whether all things go well with results on Monday I should hopefully never need to sit another examination in my life (unless of course I lose the plot in years to come and look down the certificate post grad qualification lines….wait what the hell am I talking about I’ve only just finished this set, to even consider future exams at this time is just ridiculous. Though perhaps this time next year I may suffer from exam withdraw symptoms given that I’ve sat life changing exams this time every year since the days of GCSEs. Reckon next year I’m up for a well earned break from them).
So things to cover in this blog entry… the 07 militant revision session, vivas, upcoming freedom!!
Revision this year has been accomplished purely in the vetschool library. I moved every-single folder, note, book that involves anything vetty into my chosen library spot (this took many car trips I can assure). My spot this year was in the cubicle shed (the same place I ended my revision for last yr’s) it was based in the corner of the shed with a nice open window, an attractive countryside view and a large plant which I didn’t realise would proceed to ooze sap over all my work, forming one large inpractice article on the entire course… Though I had my quaint little spot I tended to drift around a lot over the past few weeks, occasionally revising in the lecture theatre, sometimes behind reception and at one occasion lying on my back in the computer room attempting to force chicken knowledge into my head. However it may be important to note that at no time did I revise in the straw yard, though I did have very brief spells in isolation and at Amy’s desk on the cattle lines (good god we’re losers).
The general routine was arrive late morning, do little work, watch neighbours, do Fiona Fagon, drive back to the sound of blaring cheesy summer time hits, realise done no work yet, panic, revise like a beast till early morning, repeat.
Would imagine that’s probably enough info on what must be one of the dullest subjects I’ve ever written about (and though I realise I’m especially interesting that certainly doesn’t give me permission to ramble on about my revision habits). One last point though; whoever said A-levels are the hardest exams you’ll ever sit is due broken legs and a black eye, what sort of tool goes around telling 6th formers that kind of crap. In my experience exams get harder every year on this course and vivas were no exception to this rule.
(Extra note, I’m currently listening to Nirvana unplugged in New York, an album not aired in its entirety on the Pete jukebox since before vetschool, as such though this potentially symbolic of something poignant).
Final year vetschool vivas consist of five 20/25min long verbal assessments where you are confronted by 2/3 veterinary dons in their chosen specialist subject. You have 2 companion animal science vivas, 2 farm animal science and 1 veterinary public health viva. One of the farm vivas is a practical one and carried out on Wyndhurst farm. Vivas went as follows…
CAS
4: The Shales and Hill tag-team combo nailed me on eosinophilic granuloma complex in cats, atopic dermatitis and hock sub-luxation. I felt I did quite poorly in this viva, I was tired and just gave crap short unthoughful answers (think I may have been a little cocky in the CAS area which definitely didn’t help). However I don’t think I said anything stupid and I got to the right answers eventually.
5: An equine and anaesthesia viva (that’s not standard, just what I got). Neonatal foal health with questions asked by the big Taylor and anaesthetic considerations in a puppy with moderate blood loss and a bitch bleeding out following poor ovarian stump ligation. This viva I felt most happy about out of the 5, I think because the other CAS went poor I gave this one my all and felt like I nailed pretty much every question, which is especially ideal as you only have to pass CAS and FAS vivas overall.
FAS
2: On the farm went almost as well as the good CAS. I got a clinical exam of a cow including DDx of many conditions on the way round. Managed to get in a quality description of the Williams test…which was nice.
3: This viva was a joke, I sat down and the tv was turned on to show a piglet with breathing difficulties, tv off “tell me what you think”… in the short of it I got Ro-ed = an adjective which describes the feeling of your veterinary abilities being reduced to tatters due to the verbal bombardment of chicken, pig or housing related questions. Many students suffered from this syndrome during the 07 viva season, though thankfully (as with my case) most folks got a quality on the farm viva to make up for it. In this viva I also got pregnancy toxaemia and epidurals in sheep which didn’t course any great difficulties.
VPH
1: My first viva and it went surprisingly well apart from me telling the external examiner that his SRM picture was a bucket of fish. However the external commenced the viva by introducing me to a hypothetical consultation room where a pregnant toddler enters with family and puppy (he amended his slightly comical mistake).
Basically vivas in general have gone as good as I could have hoped for, many difficult questions but nothing answered too horrendously I hope. WAS Monday I suppose.
Well I suppose it might be an idea to mention what I’ve got up to today now I’ve got my life back, though I can assure it’s been a highly unexciting though very constructive day. I reckon I’m a bit odd in the fact that I can’t really relax properly until my life is in a generally organised well constructed state (which it certainly wasn’t in following the last viva)… and so today I’ve cleaned my room, tidied up all my belongings, moved out of the library (including Mr Parrot Snake), sorted banking issues, done some exercise, slept a little, had a shower and written this. The plan tonight is to get blind drunk in Dermatophilus Congolensis, think I’d quite fancy watching some Boosh also…which reminds me I’ve bought some awesome DVDs recently!
-A knight’s tale.
- Disney’s Robin Hood.
- Disney’s Sword in the Stone.
- Bedknobs and Broomsticks.
- Once upon a time in Mexico.
- Garden State.
- Dude where’s my car.
(I haven’t bought any DVDs in ages, but I think my stress levels may have exposed themselves through the means of compulsive movie ebay shopping…John pukes, Dave shakes, Paula takes Imodium and I buy DVDs…whose most odd?...John every time I assure, nobody could look as special as John in full-pelt revision mode, glad in dressing gown, mega beard and hat with toilet roll inserted down both ears and made into DIY ear mufflers, we salute you big J Spence and look forward to spying your look-alikes when One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest is next viewed.
Upcoming joy is immense as I don’t start work until the end of September (fingers crossed). On a long term basis there are multiple holidays, parties, pub crawls, balls and graduation to look forward to. However in the short term tomorrow it’s off to cribbs to see the rents and then Bristol in the evening. Saturday it’s band practice and the Duffus mega meal in the evening. Sunday it’s more band practice and the final year dinner in the evening. Will provide more copious info on these areas of interest at a later date. For now it’s time to sign off get a beer and put my feet up, I feel I’m in the need of a well deserved period of quality relaxation.
xx
But anyway big news; depending on whether all things go well with results on Monday I should hopefully never need to sit another examination in my life (unless of course I lose the plot in years to come and look down the certificate post grad qualification lines….wait what the hell am I talking about I’ve only just finished this set, to even consider future exams at this time is just ridiculous. Though perhaps this time next year I may suffer from exam withdraw symptoms given that I’ve sat life changing exams this time every year since the days of GCSEs. Reckon next year I’m up for a well earned break from them).
So things to cover in this blog entry… the 07 militant revision session, vivas, upcoming freedom!!
Revision this year has been accomplished purely in the vetschool library. I moved every-single folder, note, book that involves anything vetty into my chosen library spot (this took many car trips I can assure). My spot this year was in the cubicle shed (the same place I ended my revision for last yr’s) it was based in the corner of the shed with a nice open window, an attractive countryside view and a large plant which I didn’t realise would proceed to ooze sap over all my work, forming one large inpractice article on the entire course… Though I had my quaint little spot I tended to drift around a lot over the past few weeks, occasionally revising in the lecture theatre, sometimes behind reception and at one occasion lying on my back in the computer room attempting to force chicken knowledge into my head. However it may be important to note that at no time did I revise in the straw yard, though I did have very brief spells in isolation and at Amy’s desk on the cattle lines (good god we’re losers).
The general routine was arrive late morning, do little work, watch neighbours, do Fiona Fagon, drive back to the sound of blaring cheesy summer time hits, realise done no work yet, panic, revise like a beast till early morning, repeat.
Would imagine that’s probably enough info on what must be one of the dullest subjects I’ve ever written about (and though I realise I’m especially interesting that certainly doesn’t give me permission to ramble on about my revision habits). One last point though; whoever said A-levels are the hardest exams you’ll ever sit is due broken legs and a black eye, what sort of tool goes around telling 6th formers that kind of crap. In my experience exams get harder every year on this course and vivas were no exception to this rule.
(Extra note, I’m currently listening to Nirvana unplugged in New York, an album not aired in its entirety on the Pete jukebox since before vetschool, as such though this potentially symbolic of something poignant).
Final year vetschool vivas consist of five 20/25min long verbal assessments where you are confronted by 2/3 veterinary dons in their chosen specialist subject. You have 2 companion animal science vivas, 2 farm animal science and 1 veterinary public health viva. One of the farm vivas is a practical one and carried out on Wyndhurst farm. Vivas went as follows…
CAS
4: The Shales and Hill tag-team combo nailed me on eosinophilic granuloma complex in cats, atopic dermatitis and hock sub-luxation. I felt I did quite poorly in this viva, I was tired and just gave crap short unthoughful answers (think I may have been a little cocky in the CAS area which definitely didn’t help). However I don’t think I said anything stupid and I got to the right answers eventually.
5: An equine and anaesthesia viva (that’s not standard, just what I got). Neonatal foal health with questions asked by the big Taylor and anaesthetic considerations in a puppy with moderate blood loss and a bitch bleeding out following poor ovarian stump ligation. This viva I felt most happy about out of the 5, I think because the other CAS went poor I gave this one my all and felt like I nailed pretty much every question, which is especially ideal as you only have to pass CAS and FAS vivas overall.
FAS
2: On the farm went almost as well as the good CAS. I got a clinical exam of a cow including DDx of many conditions on the way round. Managed to get in a quality description of the Williams test…which was nice.
3: This viva was a joke, I sat down and the tv was turned on to show a piglet with breathing difficulties, tv off “tell me what you think”… in the short of it I got Ro-ed = an adjective which describes the feeling of your veterinary abilities being reduced to tatters due to the verbal bombardment of chicken, pig or housing related questions. Many students suffered from this syndrome during the 07 viva season, though thankfully (as with my case) most folks got a quality on the farm viva to make up for it. In this viva I also got pregnancy toxaemia and epidurals in sheep which didn’t course any great difficulties.
VPH
1: My first viva and it went surprisingly well apart from me telling the external examiner that his SRM picture was a bucket of fish. However the external commenced the viva by introducing me to a hypothetical consultation room where a pregnant toddler enters with family and puppy (he amended his slightly comical mistake).
Basically vivas in general have gone as good as I could have hoped for, many difficult questions but nothing answered too horrendously I hope. WAS Monday I suppose.
Well I suppose it might be an idea to mention what I’ve got up to today now I’ve got my life back, though I can assure it’s been a highly unexciting though very constructive day. I reckon I’m a bit odd in the fact that I can’t really relax properly until my life is in a generally organised well constructed state (which it certainly wasn’t in following the last viva)… and so today I’ve cleaned my room, tidied up all my belongings, moved out of the library (including Mr Parrot Snake), sorted banking issues, done some exercise, slept a little, had a shower and written this. The plan tonight is to get blind drunk in Dermatophilus Congolensis, think I’d quite fancy watching some Boosh also…which reminds me I’ve bought some awesome DVDs recently!
-A knight’s tale.
- Disney’s Robin Hood.
- Disney’s Sword in the Stone.
- Bedknobs and Broomsticks.
- Once upon a time in Mexico.
- Garden State.
- Dude where’s my car.
(I haven’t bought any DVDs in ages, but I think my stress levels may have exposed themselves through the means of compulsive movie ebay shopping…John pukes, Dave shakes, Paula takes Imodium and I buy DVDs…whose most odd?...John every time I assure, nobody could look as special as John in full-pelt revision mode, glad in dressing gown, mega beard and hat with toilet roll inserted down both ears and made into DIY ear mufflers, we salute you big J Spence and look forward to spying your look-alikes when One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest is next viewed.
Upcoming joy is immense as I don’t start work until the end of September (fingers crossed). On a long term basis there are multiple holidays, parties, pub crawls, balls and graduation to look forward to. However in the short term tomorrow it’s off to cribbs to see the rents and then Bristol in the evening. Saturday it’s band practice and the Duffus mega meal in the evening. Sunday it’s more band practice and the final year dinner in the evening. Will provide more copious info on these areas of interest at a later date. For now it’s time to sign off get a beer and put my feet up, I feel I’m in the need of a well deserved period of quality relaxation.
xx
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Right I’m currently in imaging and have 10mins to kill before I need to go and collect my dog for ultrasound so thought I’d make a start on this wks blog (probably pretty pointless as no doubt I’ll only have time for another couple of sentences).
Today isn’t crazy busy on surgery but I’ve a million and one other jobs on my to do list including graduation issues, this blog, a seminar, a cat spay and sorting out the removal of myself from Fri night on call in order to attend the barn dance…Would like to say that I don’t usually carry around a to-do list for the day but this seems to be an increasingly sad trend (maybe I should invest in a diary).
Important items on the past wks schedule include pizzas in Bristol, a cinema excursion, a house party, shocking revision quantities and general elective fun (sarcasm should be noted, my elective is not fun and though I’m a big surgery fan I regret not doing any other elective rotation, boo).
-----5hr general work break-----
Now in Langford puter room feeling much more stressed out than reasonable following my brief work interlude...After careful thought I’ve concluded the reason for my current annoyance level is the lack of inter-rotation group assistance i.e. Lex should have the aft off and hasn’t been able to due to overly stressed unthoughtful tools in her group. No doubt my slight intolerance characteristics showing through but the situation would make me especially peeved if couldn’t have an afternoon off because others were slacking.
Sometimes I think I should maybe edit my blog entries a bit as I’m fairly sure some of the stuff written could offend but then at least anyone bored enough to read this gets a factual/realistic account of my time at uni.
So anyway back to point…Believe it or not this blog isn’t going to be entirely work related and given that vivas are only 3wks away I’ve had an excellent wk. However talk on the subject of fun can wait post work…
For the final 2wks of the surgical elective I’ve been timetabled for soft tissue, which though I don’t prefer the discipline to ortho I very much appreciate the distinct drop in case load, the shorter surgeries and the decreased stress quantities associated with it. To be honest the surgical elective was a bad choice in that I’ve had little time for revision and there’s minimal teaching. However I don’t regret choosing the elective as the occasional tutorials we’ve had have been excellent and I doubt I’d have got much revision done anyway. The best tutorial concerned fracture management/repair and involved an afternoon of playing with fake bones. We were instructed through the placement of tension bands, cerclage wire, DCPs and lag screws. Also the rotation has been very positive in the nutrition department as we’ve had lunch every Friday and last week we all went for curry in Cheddar which was a much appreciated quality night out (I ate ridiculous quantities of curry which was inevitable given that my group consists of 2guys and 6girls).
Case load on the elective has been manageable, and those I’ve had have been pretty interesting. Also due to the fact that I’ve actually taken an active interest in learning from them I feel I’ve gotten lot out of them (shame I can’t really say that for the rest of the year). Cases have included elbow fractures, ventral bulla osteotomies, hock fractures, incontinence work ups, carpus valgus etc.
Tomorrow I’ve got a talk to give on “osteosarcoma (do we have a leg to stand on)?”, then Friday it’s elective vivas before the weekend on call and hand over to the forth years on Sunday. A time with no more checks or on call is so close, it’s going to be glorious, I can almost taste the freedom (perhaps a bit melodramatic).
Before I get stuck into the antics of the wk I think it important to mention the revamp of my blog that I spent way too much time over last night completing. Hopefully avid fans have noticed the improvements and now it’s possible to actually see the muppet writing this crap (and no doubt “omg, he actually looks as daft as he sounds” are thoughts audible from numerous readers, especially in respect to the sacred relics photo).
Friday night marked the start of my weekend of enjoyment with a meal at PizzaExpress (classy I know) in Bristol with Laura. During the dinner I thought it would be fairly amusing to ask if Laura could have a go at making a pizza (incase you haven’t been before the kitchen bit’s inside the restaurant and so you get to watch in awe as the super skilled pizza men through dough around the room during your meal). Laura’s attempt was pretty interesting and the hat and apron she was forced to wear were comedy to say the least. Ideally though we got to keep the pizza for free and so I had it for my lunch the next day, sweeeeebooooo.
Saturday I attempted to revise but got dragged away by Dave at 10pm to attend a house party in Bristol he’d just seen on facebook. The party was hosted by a bunch of medic females of which one dates Dave’s mate Greg (gotta love facebook). The party looked pretty shocking upon arrival, few people and not much atmosphere. However thankfully we opted not to make a swift exit as thinks got fairly out of control (plus we couldn’t really go anywhere as we were both sporting shorts and flipflops due to a lack of time to get changed. This also meant that chastity boxers were included in my general outfit but that’s definitely superfluous knowledge...my god I’m a geek). Anyway antics included:
- The conga clothing changing jogging circuit.
- Crazy cocktails.
- Bedouin tent.
- A well spoken medic named Emily.
- Dave’s parking.
And so Sunday was a hung over mess which meant Sunday night was fit for one thing…spider man 3, very cheesy but thoroughly fantastic, want to see it again and since viewing I confess I’ve had a very juvenile obsession with wishing my surname was Parker (this is becoming a very loser-esque entry).
Just realised I’ve definitely written enough plus there’s lots of jobs still to do today. Over the next few days it’s elective wind up and hopefully the barn dance on Friday. One may get the impression I’ve lost focus on the revision front but to be honest it’s practically impossible to revise and do a surgical rotation, plus I’ve 15days with nothing but 12hrs of daily revision still to contend with before my first viva.
xx
Today isn’t crazy busy on surgery but I’ve a million and one other jobs on my to do list including graduation issues, this blog, a seminar, a cat spay and sorting out the removal of myself from Fri night on call in order to attend the barn dance…Would like to say that I don’t usually carry around a to-do list for the day but this seems to be an increasingly sad trend (maybe I should invest in a diary).
Important items on the past wks schedule include pizzas in Bristol, a cinema excursion, a house party, shocking revision quantities and general elective fun (sarcasm should be noted, my elective is not fun and though I’m a big surgery fan I regret not doing any other elective rotation, boo).
-----5hr general work break-----
Now in Langford puter room feeling much more stressed out than reasonable following my brief work interlude...After careful thought I’ve concluded the reason for my current annoyance level is the lack of inter-rotation group assistance i.e. Lex should have the aft off and hasn’t been able to due to overly stressed unthoughtful tools in her group. No doubt my slight intolerance characteristics showing through but the situation would make me especially peeved if couldn’t have an afternoon off because others were slacking.
Sometimes I think I should maybe edit my blog entries a bit as I’m fairly sure some of the stuff written could offend but then at least anyone bored enough to read this gets a factual/realistic account of my time at uni.
So anyway back to point…Believe it or not this blog isn’t going to be entirely work related and given that vivas are only 3wks away I’ve had an excellent wk. However talk on the subject of fun can wait post work…
For the final 2wks of the surgical elective I’ve been timetabled for soft tissue, which though I don’t prefer the discipline to ortho I very much appreciate the distinct drop in case load, the shorter surgeries and the decreased stress quantities associated with it. To be honest the surgical elective was a bad choice in that I’ve had little time for revision and there’s minimal teaching. However I don’t regret choosing the elective as the occasional tutorials we’ve had have been excellent and I doubt I’d have got much revision done anyway. The best tutorial concerned fracture management/repair and involved an afternoon of playing with fake bones. We were instructed through the placement of tension bands, cerclage wire, DCPs and lag screws. Also the rotation has been very positive in the nutrition department as we’ve had lunch every Friday and last week we all went for curry in Cheddar which was a much appreciated quality night out (I ate ridiculous quantities of curry which was inevitable given that my group consists of 2guys and 6girls).
Case load on the elective has been manageable, and those I’ve had have been pretty interesting. Also due to the fact that I’ve actually taken an active interest in learning from them I feel I’ve gotten lot out of them (shame I can’t really say that for the rest of the year). Cases have included elbow fractures, ventral bulla osteotomies, hock fractures, incontinence work ups, carpus valgus etc.
Tomorrow I’ve got a talk to give on “osteosarcoma (do we have a leg to stand on)?”, then Friday it’s elective vivas before the weekend on call and hand over to the forth years on Sunday. A time with no more checks or on call is so close, it’s going to be glorious, I can almost taste the freedom (perhaps a bit melodramatic).
Before I get stuck into the antics of the wk I think it important to mention the revamp of my blog that I spent way too much time over last night completing. Hopefully avid fans have noticed the improvements and now it’s possible to actually see the muppet writing this crap (and no doubt “omg, he actually looks as daft as he sounds” are thoughts audible from numerous readers, especially in respect to the sacred relics photo).
Friday night marked the start of my weekend of enjoyment with a meal at PizzaExpress (classy I know) in Bristol with Laura. During the dinner I thought it would be fairly amusing to ask if Laura could have a go at making a pizza (incase you haven’t been before the kitchen bit’s inside the restaurant and so you get to watch in awe as the super skilled pizza men through dough around the room during your meal). Laura’s attempt was pretty interesting and the hat and apron she was forced to wear were comedy to say the least. Ideally though we got to keep the pizza for free and so I had it for my lunch the next day, sweeeeebooooo.
Saturday I attempted to revise but got dragged away by Dave at 10pm to attend a house party in Bristol he’d just seen on facebook. The party was hosted by a bunch of medic females of which one dates Dave’s mate Greg (gotta love facebook). The party looked pretty shocking upon arrival, few people and not much atmosphere. However thankfully we opted not to make a swift exit as thinks got fairly out of control (plus we couldn’t really go anywhere as we were both sporting shorts and flipflops due to a lack of time to get changed. This also meant that chastity boxers were included in my general outfit but that’s definitely superfluous knowledge...my god I’m a geek). Anyway antics included:
- The conga clothing changing jogging circuit.
- Crazy cocktails.
- Bedouin tent.
- A well spoken medic named Emily.
- Dave’s parking.
And so Sunday was a hung over mess which meant Sunday night was fit for one thing…spider man 3, very cheesy but thoroughly fantastic, want to see it again and since viewing I confess I’ve had a very juvenile obsession with wishing my surname was Parker (this is becoming a very loser-esque entry).
Just realised I’ve definitely written enough plus there’s lots of jobs still to do today. Over the next few days it’s elective wind up and hopefully the barn dance on Friday. One may get the impression I’ve lost focus on the revision front but to be honest it’s practically impossible to revise and do a surgical rotation, plus I’ve 15days with nothing but 12hrs of daily revision still to contend with before my first viva.
xx
Sunday, April 29, 2007
I’m now a week into the final chapter of this five year UoB veterinary science sentence and the end is so close it makes me nervous just thinking about it. I’ve got 2wks of the elective rotation to complete, 2wks of revision and then it’s finals, scary stuff! And though I’m heading into cliché territory “time’s literally flown by”; if I didn’t know for sure that I’ve been on this course for 5yrs then consulting my brain would state time spent studying in Bristol to be no longer than a year with an incredible amount squeezed in. (don’t worry I’ll stop with the nostalgia, there’ll no doubt be unbearable quantities at the end of this term).
Life back in Langford started aprox 3wks ago when I moved back in for Easter holiday ems. I managed 2wks at Derby home before this where time was spent completing my last wk of real ems and generally relaxing/studying at home before hardcore revision had to commence. The ems wk was equine in Derby, I could have done some farm but my equine knowledge is pretty atrocious so unfortunately I had no choice. In Langford over the Easter hols I had my absolute final wk of ems to complete which was a surgical CAS wk on site. These are normally far from ideal as you spend 7days checking animals and generally being a university clerking bitch, however due to multiple bank hols and congress the case load was minimal. Therefore time over Easter hols was mainly spent revising or having essential neighbours/Wilson exercise tape revision breaks (no more details on this subject).
Currently final year students are completing their elective rotations, mine being surgery. When we received the forms last term to indicate are elective preferences I really didn’t apply enough consideration as to what putting surgery as my first choice could entail, as now I’ve way too much work to get anything like enough revision done. Most other electives seem to be based around giving students as much teaching as poss as organisers know finals are so incredibly soon. However unfortunately surgery is always way to busy to afford anyone cast under it’s shadow of stress any free time. Apparently future years have complained about the rotation and as such we’ve a few tutorials and clinicians are definitely trying to involve the students as much as poss, it just comes down to the fact that the surgical department here is so crazy busy. I think if I had my choice again I’d have gone for imaging, clinical pathology or farm. However I do enjoy surgery most, I just wish I had some spare time to actually get some revision done. Though once the elective is over there’s still 17days to get some hardcore revision done before the first viva.
The finals consist of 5vivas and 2steeple chase examinations. There’s basically a smalls, equine, farm, farm plus live cow and a vph viva. The steeple chase exams consist of one CAS and one FAS computer based exam.Will give more info on nearer the time.
As far as anything particaulaly fun is concerned I’ve managed to get out and about a couple of times over the past few wks. Me and Dave had a comedy night out in Taunton when I recruited him for moral support/wingman purposes. Highlights of the night included crazy hats, lots of dancing, fox cubs, a broken now well hidden mop and Dave doing an anaesthetic early the next morning when the GA’ed animal was probably more with it him. Also I had a fun night out at the pubs of Nether Stwoey last Fri with Laura, potentially more news at a later date.
Well that’s enough for now as I’m tired, I meant to write this at some point during the day but got further and further behind work wise. Hopefully will report in again nxt w.e.
TTFN xx
Life back in Langford started aprox 3wks ago when I moved back in for Easter holiday ems. I managed 2wks at Derby home before this where time was spent completing my last wk of real ems and generally relaxing/studying at home before hardcore revision had to commence. The ems wk was equine in Derby, I could have done some farm but my equine knowledge is pretty atrocious so unfortunately I had no choice. In Langford over the Easter hols I had my absolute final wk of ems to complete which was a surgical CAS wk on site. These are normally far from ideal as you spend 7days checking animals and generally being a university clerking bitch, however due to multiple bank hols and congress the case load was minimal. Therefore time over Easter hols was mainly spent revising or having essential neighbours/Wilson exercise tape revision breaks (no more details on this subject).
Currently final year students are completing their elective rotations, mine being surgery. When we received the forms last term to indicate are elective preferences I really didn’t apply enough consideration as to what putting surgery as my first choice could entail, as now I’ve way too much work to get anything like enough revision done. Most other electives seem to be based around giving students as much teaching as poss as organisers know finals are so incredibly soon. However unfortunately surgery is always way to busy to afford anyone cast under it’s shadow of stress any free time. Apparently future years have complained about the rotation and as such we’ve a few tutorials and clinicians are definitely trying to involve the students as much as poss, it just comes down to the fact that the surgical department here is so crazy busy. I think if I had my choice again I’d have gone for imaging, clinical pathology or farm. However I do enjoy surgery most, I just wish I had some spare time to actually get some revision done. Though once the elective is over there’s still 17days to get some hardcore revision done before the first viva.
The finals consist of 5vivas and 2steeple chase examinations. There’s basically a smalls, equine, farm, farm plus live cow and a vph viva. The steeple chase exams consist of one CAS and one FAS computer based exam.Will give more info on nearer the time.
As far as anything particaulaly fun is concerned I’ve managed to get out and about a couple of times over the past few wks. Me and Dave had a comedy night out in Taunton when I recruited him for moral support/wingman purposes. Highlights of the night included crazy hats, lots of dancing, fox cubs, a broken now well hidden mop and Dave doing an anaesthetic early the next morning when the GA’ed animal was probably more with it him. Also I had a fun night out at the pubs of Nether Stwoey last Fri with Laura, potentially more news at a later date.
Well that’s enough for now as I’m tired, I meant to write this at some point during the day but got further and further behind work wise. Hopefully will report in again nxt w.e.
TTFN xx
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Final blog of the penultimate vetschool term is being written in my foster practice, it's a quiet morning and so ideally I've found time to get this rattled off during my lunch break. Things to consider in this blog; the last week of rotations, couple of nights out, rounding things up and finally getting home and being able to spend a short amount of time with my family before work begins again... The last week of rotations for me was the behaviour/avian/exotics wk. An incredible week not only because you get the Monday and Friday off and there's no on call but the work is really interesting (something I don't say very often). However there was a distinct negative side to the wk which was a hellish day on rabbits. The rabbit day involved no tutorials, very limited teaching and generally moping around watching surgery which was so busy viewing the op site was not worth fighting the way to the front for. Though it wasn't all doom and gloom as I got to do some of an overly pampered spay. The avian and behaviour days were awesome, the clinicians involved gave some excellent, highly interactive tutorials and I really enjoyed the content as we covered many aspects that we could expect to deal with in general practice. One item I failed to mention concerning the wk before last was that we had an African Tawny Eagle come into the SAP that had eaten half a dead rat. The bird was incredible and worth a fortune as it was set to become a star in the upcoming planet earth movie. Thankfully we weren’t involved in the GA but the clinician in charge looked pretty stressed.
Theoretically rotations have now finished but there’s still the 3wk surgical elective to contend with and so until that’s over I’m not going to be really celebrating the end of electives. However the end of rotations does have an important significance as I’ll never work with my rotation group again, which is highly unfortunate as we were one awesome team and had some utter comedy times, I’ll not get too emotional until the year’s properly over.
Other than work the last wk has revolved around jobbin…i.e. tying up all loose ends, getting things sorted that have been put to one side and generally trying to reorganise my life after spending all my time either in SAP, at band practice or organising VetAid2. Thankfully alls back on track and I’ve only finals to worry about (only a little something then hey).
Couple of big social nights worth mentioning include a trip to the preclinical panto and an end of rotations extravancanza. The preclinical panto this year was excellent, comedy script and quality acting. I’d planned to not go out after but some how ended up in Lounge planning on driving back into SAP the next morning, unfortunately I got clocks muddled and ended running across Bris to get my car from the union and arriving SAP an hr and half late, thankfully much grovelling saw me through the clinician wrath. Comedy part of the evening has to be miniMat unable to get me out the club unless I sang all the songs out of bed knobs and broomsticks (can’t remember a thing).
End of rotations started very sociably at Dave’s with a rotation group Chinese and then we all trotted off into Bris for Lounge festivities. Not much to say really just a quality no fall outs end of term (quite a rarity as most term endings end up with carnage).
Also over the past wk I had a very pleasant evening in with Sinead watching a movie and eating a ready steady cook style dinner cooked by me, Sinead was much impressed.
This week I’m doing EMS then it’s revision then elective then revision then vivas, so not at all far off now. Honestly I’m not too afraid yet, I think the big fear will set in when I start revising properly and I realise I’ve a lot of work to do, it’ll be fine (always is).
I’ve had feedback from SAP and Liverpool, didn’t get Liverpool job and in SAP they say I’m either excellent or awful (least I know I can do the job when I feel like it and to be honest it’s quite hard to get motivated when you’ve zero responsibility). Current work plans now lie in general practice, hopefully close to home, 100% smalls with no on call or out of hours, plus I’ve embarked on a few entrepreneur schemes.
On a final note to round of the penultimate vetschool term, the final year of vetschool is god dam fantastic. This has been the best year by miles, no lectures, practical work, some sense of responsibility and a sort of psuedo work environment which is highly enjoyable and a quality place to learn in. However, I feel it’s definitely now time to flee the nest and I want to actually join the real world at last and have an income in a job I’ll hopefully enjoy.
No doubt will be logging back in next term so until then avid fans don’t work too hard, remember it’s EMS quality as well as quantity and respect your Nan.
xx
Theoretically rotations have now finished but there’s still the 3wk surgical elective to contend with and so until that’s over I’m not going to be really celebrating the end of electives. However the end of rotations does have an important significance as I’ll never work with my rotation group again, which is highly unfortunate as we were one awesome team and had some utter comedy times, I’ll not get too emotional until the year’s properly over.
Other than work the last wk has revolved around jobbin…i.e. tying up all loose ends, getting things sorted that have been put to one side and generally trying to reorganise my life after spending all my time either in SAP, at band practice or organising VetAid2. Thankfully alls back on track and I’ve only finals to worry about (only a little something then hey).
Couple of big social nights worth mentioning include a trip to the preclinical panto and an end of rotations extravancanza. The preclinical panto this year was excellent, comedy script and quality acting. I’d planned to not go out after but some how ended up in Lounge planning on driving back into SAP the next morning, unfortunately I got clocks muddled and ended running across Bris to get my car from the union and arriving SAP an hr and half late, thankfully much grovelling saw me through the clinician wrath. Comedy part of the evening has to be miniMat unable to get me out the club unless I sang all the songs out of bed knobs and broomsticks (can’t remember a thing).
End of rotations started very sociably at Dave’s with a rotation group Chinese and then we all trotted off into Bris for Lounge festivities. Not much to say really just a quality no fall outs end of term (quite a rarity as most term endings end up with carnage).
Also over the past wk I had a very pleasant evening in with Sinead watching a movie and eating a ready steady cook style dinner cooked by me, Sinead was much impressed.
This week I’m doing EMS then it’s revision then elective then revision then vivas, so not at all far off now. Honestly I’m not too afraid yet, I think the big fear will set in when I start revising properly and I realise I’ve a lot of work to do, it’ll be fine (always is).
I’ve had feedback from SAP and Liverpool, didn’t get Liverpool job and in SAP they say I’m either excellent or awful (least I know I can do the job when I feel like it and to be honest it’s quite hard to get motivated when you’ve zero responsibility). Current work plans now lie in general practice, hopefully close to home, 100% smalls with no on call or out of hours, plus I’ve embarked on a few entrepreneur schemes.
On a final note to round of the penultimate vetschool term, the final year of vetschool is god dam fantastic. This has been the best year by miles, no lectures, practical work, some sense of responsibility and a sort of psuedo work environment which is highly enjoyable and a quality place to learn in. However, I feel it’s definitely now time to flee the nest and I want to actually join the real world at last and have an income in a job I’ll hopefully enjoy.
No doubt will be logging back in next term so until then avid fans don’t work too hard, remember it’s EMS quality as well as quantity and respect your Nan.
xx
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