My
Dream Comes True
About four years ago I got a new client who was a vet, we became
good friends and hearing about her work reignited a flame I thought
had been extinguished a long time ago – I still wanted to
be a vet. I called the Royal Veterinary College in London and chatted
with the admissions tutor about fees and so on. He said I didn’t
exactly meet their criteria and I had missed the deadline for that
year but I was welcome to apply next year. That was it; I went into
overdrive to get more work experience. I spent time at an equine
practice, a mixed practice, helped at a local farm with milking
and calving and spent the whole Easter lambing whilst evenings and
weekends were spent at my local small animal practice.
I submitted my application in October 2006 and prayed. It seemed
to take forever but finally just before Christmas I received an
envelope in the post with the RVC stamp on it. I opened it very
gingerly as if it were about to detonate. Dear blah blah, sorry
but you have not been successful blah blah blah. I was shattered.
I was now even more determined and re-applied the following year.
It seemed to take even longer to get a reply this time, Christmas
came and went and still no news. Eventually on February 14th I got
a large envelope in the post, I didn’t hold out much hope
having been rejected once. The letter was inviting me for an interview
at the RVC! This was so much better than any St Valentine Day card!
I did nothing but worry about my interview for the intervening
days and on the morning I decided that I would simply be myself
and answer any questions exactly as I would if I were being asked
them by a friend. If they didn’t like my answers then they
didn’t like me, rejection would be hard but at least I would
have been honest to them and myself. I actually thoroughly enjoyed
it ~ I’m sure many applicants don’t!
After four weeks I seriously thought they had forgotten about me
but on 1st April I had an email letting me know that I had been
offered an unconditional place starting September 2008. Being the
pessimist I am I had to confirm it on the UCAS website before I
told anybody. It was true. I was going to vet school. I barely stopped
crying or smiling for a week. After years I am finally about to
make my dream come true and start at vet school. If I get there
I am definitely inviting my career advisor to my graduation!
I am undeniably worried; selling a business and becoming a fulltime
student for five years is a serious undertaking. Am I mad? I don’t
care; this is my dream and I will give it my heart and soul. The
other day I caught myself punching the air and screaming I’m
going to vet school! I was sat at traffic lights with the window
open!
I can’t put into words just how much I am looking forward
to September. I hope to make some great friends and have some amazing
experiences. But mostly I am simply looking forward to all the things
I am going to learn. I don’t know how far enthusiasm gets
you, I guess I’ll find out, watch this space……..
Judy
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