I am so sick of school right now. I can’t tell if I’m just tired and grumpy or if the senioritis is becoming chronic or maybe a little of both. I just know I am ready to be done. Done with class, done with board review, especially done with boards. Done with Wendy reminding me to study for boards. Done sitting in lecture 8 hours a day, from 7:30 am to 8:30 pm with ridiculous breaks in between just long enough to waste an inordinate amount of time but usually not long enough to do anything. Done with the b.s. pathology assignments although they are really the only reason I have learned anything from the class. Done learning about life cycles of porcine parasites. Ivermectin every two months – that’s all you need to know. Done wondering where my day has gone and why I haven’t done anything productive with it. Why the laundry is touching the ceiling and the dishes are threatening to take over the kitchen and I have lost every flat surface in my house to a mountain of paper. DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE! I FREAKING HATE THIS CRAP!!!!!!! I HATE EXAMS, I HATE LECTURES, I HATE BUSYWORK. I’M ALMOST A DOCTOR, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! The part that scares me about almost being done is the workup process. The decision-making process. The hands-on treatment process. Not the studying out of a book, filling in bubbles, cram-and-regurg process. As Casey Stengel said, you could look it up. And so I can. I hate feeling like I hate vet school when I know what I hate is these infinitely long, only mildly-to-moderately productive days. The end is in sight and most likely then I’ll be okay again. One can only hope, anyway.