Yesterday marks the anniversary of when I should have graduated and walked across a stage. I've only done it once in my life (high school graduation). It wasn't a stage, but my family and friends were there to cheer me on. I'm not quite as sad as I thought I would be a year out from missing out on what would have been a wonderful and momentous occasion in my life. But then, I'm too busy to dwell on that shit.
Turns out, I didn't get a residency as I had hoped. February came and went, the match was published, and I frantically applied to the few remaining internships unsuccessfully. March went by, I played with cute and not so cute foals and experienced a very busy (cracked-out, as I like to say) end of the NY foaling season in April. By May, I was a bit distraught; I had applied to about 15 jobs or internships with either no response, a polite "thanks but no thanks", or "we're still reviewing applicants". I managed to send out one last application with the thought that if I didn't get this one, I'd move home and chill out for a month while applying for jobs.
Turns out, I got the internship. Which is where I'm posting from; I ended up at University of Missouri as a surgery and medicine intern in the equine hospital. It's hot, the move was a bitch, but I'm so much less stressed out than I have been in years.
Also, turns out I like being called Dr. Wahlberg.
And so, I continue in my quest to attain a surgery residency. I'll let you know how it pans out.
PS: congratulations RVC class of 2015!! And to the ones who missed it by just that much? Well, a year out and I only noticed what day it was because of the Facebook posts.