popping bears

No photos, no art, just me sitting in a classroom from 9-5 learning about animals. Vet school is cooler than anything I've experience academically, so far. Today I was thinking, as you do, and I think I may add one more year onto the 4 I've committed to so far and snag a masters in public health while I'm here at the CVM. Public health would piggy-back well with my focus, wildlife and zoo med, as there are many zoonotic pathogens in those fields. I don't know...but the prospect of spending all day every day performing necropsies on wildlife, both locally and abroad, to determine cause of death and if that cause of death is relevant to human health is utterly magical-sounding. My undergrad professor for wildlife diseases once told me a story about a necropsy he performed on a bloated black bear. Because he didn't know what killed the bear, he had to stand on the far side of the room and attempt to "pop" the bear by throwing scalpels at the abdomen; his job is amazing and I want it.

I have things to think about...while making cookies.