My life = Grey's Anatomy

Today, I drove out to Navasota to shadow an equine vet. I called ahead to get his schedule and they said he had 2 appointments starting at 1pm and then he had a surgery and that I could come out there for all of the above.

So I scarfed a big mac on the 20ish minute drive and showed up 10 minutes til 1 so that I wouldn't walk in during one of the appointments. The vet I shadow wasn't back from lunch and the receptionist told me to wait in the lobby and she'd let him know that I was there when he got back.

Well... an hour and 15 minutes later, I got up, walked outside, and went into the treatment barn to find the vet and his tech working on a horse. Thanks for nothing, receptionist. After I waited for an hour and 15 minutes, I watched 2 lameness exams (which I have seen before) and nothing was explained to me. After all of this, I had 3 minutes of small talk with the vet and then he told me he was going into surgery and that he would see me next week. I was under the impression that I was going to watch the surgery and I was really excited about it. Not the case.

Basically (and you can judge me all you want) I was feeling like Christina from Grey's Anatomy. You know, she's been bitching about not getting surgeries and not having a cardio expert for the past 3 weeks now. Well, that applies (kind of), but I'm referring more to the conversation she had when she basically asked to be cut because she isn't learning anything. I wasted my time today to not learn anything. How is this supposed to help me?

I'm at a point now where I need whatever edge I can get and need to know all that I can about large animal practice. If I can't learn it where I'm at, then I need to find someone who will teach me.

Yeah so this blog is boring... until now

Well, Fish Camp has come and gone.

I am now a proud uncle of a healthy baby boy named Charlie. He's 2 months old now...

I started grad school and it hasn't been an easy transition. I'm expected to keep up with graduate coursework while still living an undergraduate lifestyle. The one thing I can say for this semester is that I have truly enjoyed the time I have spent with my friends. I have had the time to reconnect, create, and further my relationships and I couldn't be happier about it. My friends keep me wanting to get up in the morning.

While I enjoy living in College Station and all of my friends associated with it, I have the overwhelming urge to get in my truck and drive to wherever I feel like stopping. It has always been a "bucket list" type dream of mine to do this. Get a job at a bar, live in a shitty apartment, and get back to the basics. Learn to live and have no expectations but my own.

Despite how enthralled all 0 of my followers are, I should probably get some sleep since it is 3AM and I need to stop this cycle of non-sleep.