Dear Blog,
I am sorry to have set you up in all my hast and to have pushed you aside like yesterday's jam in order to pursue the joys of canine anatomy. I hope that this will not disrupt our future together and from now on
I promise to blog once a week.
A whole term has passed. A whole three months. Three months of notebooks, lectures, prodding dead things, chatting, laughing, late nights, several burnt suppers, numerous delayed train journeys, shouting at Londoners and most importantly, going to the zoo. And I won't say it hasn't been hard, this is becoming one of the best but most difficult things I have ever done. The work-social life balance is the hardest to attain as you constantly strive for your very best, but you need to relax and have a laugh sometimes. It is often difficult to describe to other people how the mind of vet student works (or at least most of us whose mummy's didn't force us to apply for the course) as we constantly push ourselves to the absolute limits of what we are capable of physically, emotionally and of course, academically. We don't see the strain on us, we see the strain of all the little (or large!) sad furry things that we are studying to heal. Nevertheless, I shall try my up most to keep sane and happy and most importantly, keep things alive.
So I am in my last week of Term One now and it appears that I have some sort of essay to write. Alas, I do not have a title as of yet, but I am sure that I shall within the next three hours. The excitement. As a commitment to this blog, I shall write it up on here as soon as I know what it is for you all to enjoy as you ponder over the question and rub your gruff bearded chins like ancient Greek philosophers. What I am to write is a complete mystery, but I shall endeavour to make it as titillating as this.
You can't wait.
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