09 April 2019: It’s not all about getting an A

Many times throughout my vet school career, I’ve heard people say things like:

“I only got a 90”

“Ah man, I missed an A by one question”

Wow! That’s great! I’m actually happy for you!

That being said, I’m also extremely happy when I pass. Transitioning from undergrad where passing was a D (like a 60 will pass), to vet school where passing is a C-, (basically anything above a 70 is passing).

That’s ten points! Ten points is extremely easy to miss, especially when an exam covering 6 weeks of material only has 30-40 questions.

I find that the exams or classes where I’ve finished with a C, or a low B, I tend to know the information way better.

I am always shooting for the A, but I try not to beat myself up when I get a C. I turn around, go to the exam review, and see where I went wrong and work on fixing it.

Half the time it was a really stupid mistake (i.e.; changed my original answer or didn’t fully read the question). Now, I know I’m not perfect, but it would be freaking awesome to not make these errors. We all have flaws, and these flaws may be enhanced in a stressful situation such as a midterm exam.

Don’t get down if you get a C. Put in the work, make sure you know it better after getting that C. In the long run, you’ll probably be a better vet.

By getting that C on exam one, and going back to review it more and more, you’re going to remember it. When it pops up in the clinical setting you’re going to be the vet we turn to.

Pour yourself a beverage and drink up! Cheers to you, and cheers to following your dream! (I just had a delicious glass of milk).

Stay rested. Stay hydrated. Remember why you are doing this. You got this. You rule.

– Some dude in vet school




(Helpful tip: if you hold your hands high above your head in fists, like a power stance, for one minute before an exam, your confidence levels will go through the roof and that exam will be less terrifying. Don’t believe me? Try it.)


07 April 2019: I’m not a Vet… yet.

Anyone in vet school has experienced this, and I bet it’s probably happened way more than they want.

Sitting at my desk, reviewing my poorly written notes (some might think they are written by a toddler) about all the clinical aspects of anesthesia, bzzz, my phone. Great, another distraction, I just got into a solid flow, now I have to stop, let’s just ignore it for a little while. BZZZ, sh*t, alright I’ll pick it up.

“Hey what’s up?”

I push out of my mouth, trying to act like I’m not busy at all.

“Help, my dog…”

It’s my mother. The woman who managed to shape me into the individual I am today. The woman who never crumbles. The woman who I go to when I’m having a hard time.

As I try to calm my mother down, and ask her some relatively open ended questions, she starts letting out more and more information about the events that transpired with her most precious child, her dog.

“I read online…”

Great, my mother is now a certified online vet, who is picking out small bits of treatment options from many corners of the internet including Facebook, news articles, DIY blogs, etc.

How do I tell her that I’m not a vet… yet, without making her feel bad about using the internet?

As students, we are probably faced with these situations more than we want, a very panicked pet owner reaching out for help. Sometimes it’s family, but most of the time it’s someone that hears we were going to school to be a vet who found a dog and doesn’t want to spend money to go listen to a vet tell them something they could have gotten for free. That’s like at least 80% of my encounters. In those situations, yes I do feel bad when I have to tell them that they are probably going to need to go to the ER and seek immediate care, and spend a lot of money, but at the end of the day, I am not a vet yet. Their animal is not in front of me. I can’t diagnose their pet from 2,500 miles away with some weird vague texts.

So back to my mothers situation, we went down the list, we discussed what she read on the internet and what she wanted to do, I phoned a friend, aka my boss/ mentor at the clinic I used to work at, and he gave me some advice. Call my mother back, let her know that her beloved dog will most likely be okay, and too keep a close eye on her. After that, I did dive down the hole of telling her that I’m just a student right now, and I really want to help, and she was receptive!

I’m thankful that I am able to help, even if it is the emergency room suggestion. Who knows, it could be the push to get them there to save the life of the animal. I’m going to vet school to save animals, right?

(here’s a photo of one of my dogs on the beach as a puppy)

Some dude in vet school





There isn’t a single day during vet school where one can confidently tell another that they are having a “stress-free” day.

When you’re not overwhelmed by the mountains of information, you’re thinking about the future. Your future career, financial situation (yes, I am talking about the copious student debt that most tend to accumulate), or what you are going to do different to do better on that next test.

We all have different ways to deal with this stress. I personally like to hike, pet my dogs, make memes, or even go for a drive.

Whatever it is for you, do it. Do it at least once every day.

-Some dude in vet school

One step at a time

Hi, I’m not going to share my name or the names of my colleagues, but I’ll just refer to myself as a dude in vet school.

“You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take. — Wayne Gretzky” —Michael G Scott”