I graduated. It was brilliant.
I officially passed my last rotation, the one that had me crawling around inside horse abdomens and writing long papers moments before graduation. I got a 99.5% on that paper, too – maybe it wasn’t as misorganized as I thought, or maybe the professors just wanted me to go out on a good note.
My family was here (some still are), and it was so so nice to have them. It was a really really great weekend.
Now I’m trying to get ready for the next step: being a doctor and not just a student; living my life rather than just working towards one. It was weird like this when I first got into school and had to transition from really wanting to go to vet school to actually being there.
Things went well then, and I have no doubts, they will now too.