I had the chance to talk to a group of about fifty 7th graders about becoming a veterinarian. I received an email from the campus Veterinary Student Outreach program asking for a volunteer to go to Smythe Academy Middle School in Sacramento. After I received a second email pleading for someone to go and talk to these kids, I gave in. I couldn't let these kids go without a presentation on what role veterinarians have and how they can go to college someday and maybe become one! Even though I missed a little bit of class, I think it was greatly worth communicating the word "college" with these kids. These were not just any ordinary 7th graders, these kids are part of the AVID program at their school designed for kids interested in pursuing a college education. It is only my hope that I may have inspired some kids out there to pursue not only college but possibly a career in science or veterinary medicine. It feels good to be spreading the word about such a wonderful profession. It is sometimes difficult to not include my current feelings of stress and pressure in veterinary school, besides the fact I even managed to get myself here in vet school in the first place!
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The content of this blog reflects my personal experiences and opinions during my veterinary school education. It does not reflect the experiences or opinions of my classmates, colleagues, or the UC Davis School of Veterinary medicine. If you wish to contact me via email: hamaleo11@gmail.com
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Planting The Seed: Getting Kids Interested in VETMED
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My dream was to be a vet. I remember at age 4 telling my mom I wanted to be a vet and I wanted to work on the animals living on the moon. This was 1963 and we had not landed on the moon yet.
Ah but unfortunately drugs got the better of me and at 15 I ran away from home and came to New York city.
Stupid Stupid Stupid. Reminds me of Shel Silverstein's woulda coulda shoulda:
All the Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
Layin' in the sun,
Talkin' 'bout the things
They woulda coulda shoulda done . . .
But those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
All ran away and hid
From one little Did.
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