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I made my career choice at the age of nine. My decision to become a veterinarian didn't surprise anyone as I'd always been an avid animal lover, but no one took the declaration seriously. After all, I was at the age when dreams and goals shift on the hour, so why should this one be any different?
Looking back to Elementary school, I was not the typical animal-obsessed girl. I won't deny that I was one of those pesky kids who insist on petting a person's dog for an annoyingly long time, but I was also mesmerized by open heart surgeries and compound fracture casts. When the rest of the kids were watching Scooby-Do and Clifford on Teletoon, I was glued to Animal Planet on the Discovery channel.
In high school, I graduated from animals on print and TV to real ones. I volunteered for a summer at a veterinary clinic to experience the job firsthand. It was nothing like what I'd read and seen. The days weren't filled with lifesaving surgeries or dramatic procedures. Instead, I cleaned kennels, prepared fecal samples and washed bloody dental pliers. Everyone thought I was insane when I recounted my gruesome days with a megawatt grin on my face. I had enjoyed every moment of it. Truth is: I'm not looking to become a veterinarian in order to do exciting rescues everyday. I just want to be able to go home knowing that I had made an animal's life a little more comfortable somehow.
Where my time in the clinic showed me what to expect on the job, my time spent volunteering the local animal shelter has helped me obtain a better understanding of how to work with an animal's distinct personality. During one of my first few weeks at the shelter, I was paired with a Pit-bull, Rottweiler cross named Farrah. While on our walk, Farrah jumped up at me, scratching and bruising my arms. I forgot one of the first rules of animal handling: I panicked. Once she felt my distress, Farrah pulled away from me and ran down the street. Half an hour of searching later, I found Farrah waiting for me by the shelter gate, innocently wagging her tail. She knew that her wise act of tough love taught me that even when I'm in a difficult situation, I need to trust in my abilities to take hold of the issue and resolve it effectively.
When it comes to my future, I am a stubborn, spoiled person. While these qualities might not be desirable in most aspects of life, I believe they are very valuable in terms of goal setting. I decided to become a veterinarian when I was nine years old, and since then, there hasn't been a single day when my resolution has wavered. It's the career that I want, and therefore, I will get there. I have been questioned, I have tasted the labour and I have experienced the risks. Still, no other path has ever been an option for me and nor will they ever be.
I made my career choice at the age of nine. My decision to become a veterinarian didn't surprise anyone as I'd always been an avid animal lover, but no one took the declaration seriously. After all, I was at the age when dreams and goals shift on the hour, so why should this one be any different?
Looking back to Elementary school, I was not the typical animal-obsessed girl. I won't deny that I was one of those pesky kids who insist on petting a person's dog for an annoyingly long time, but I was also mesmerized by open heart surgeries and compound fracture casts. When the rest of the kids were watching Scooby-Do and Clifford on Teletoon, I was glued to Animal Planet on the Discovery channel.
In high school, I graduated from animals on print and TV to real ones. I volunteered for a summer at a veterinary clinic to experience the job firsthand. It was nothing like what I'd read and seen. The days weren't filled with lifesaving surgeries or dramatic procedures. Instead, I cleaned kennels, prepared fecal samples and washed bloody dental pliers. Everyone thought I was insane when I recounted my gruesome days with a megawatt grin on my face. I had enjoyed every moment of it. Truth is: I'm not looking to become a veterinarian in order to do exciting rescues everyday. I just want to be able to go home knowing that I had made an animal's life a little more comfortable somehow.
Where my time in the clinic showed me what to expect on the job, my time spent volunteering the local animal shelter has helped me obtain a better understanding of how to work with an animal's distinct personality. During one of my first few weeks at the shelter, I was paired with a Pit-bull, Rottweiler cross named Farrah. While on our walk, Farrah jumped up at me, scratching and bruising my arms. I forgot one of the first rules of animal handling: I panicked. Once she felt my distress, Farrah pulled away from me and ran down the street. Half an hour of searching later, I found Farrah waiting for me by the shelter gate, innocently wagging her tail. She knew that her wise act of tough love taught me that even when I'm in a difficult situation, I need to trust in my abilities to take hold of the issue and resolve it effectively.
When it comes to my future, I am a stubborn, spoiled person. While these qualities might not be desirable in most aspects of life, I believe they are very valuable in terms of goal setting. I decided to become a veterinarian when I was nine years old, and since then, there hasn't been a single day when my resolution has wavered. It's the career that I want, and therefore, I will get there. I have been questioned, I have tasted the labour and I have experienced the risks. Still, no other path has ever been an option for me and nor will they ever be.
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