This week in particular was a stressful one. Not because of school, although with preparation for the AP exams my workload was increasing in size exponentially, but because it was a week of revealings. Not in an exciting way, but in a small envelope in the letter box way, in an "After carefully reviewing your application we are sorry to inform you that there is not room for you in our Freshman class of 2019" way. This life-shattering news is then followed by a half hearted consolation that went something like "We have no doubt that a student as bright as you will be accepted into other Universities that are right for you". Now I take pride in the fact that I didn't let this piece of paper telling me I'm not good enough to go to a University as prestigious as their's, put me in a damper for too long. I will admit I did cry one night, but as always life goes on and I got into a school that will be good for me! This topic of college brings me to an event that happened at the vet. That day I walked into the vet, knowing that the decisions for UC Davis were coming out within the next hour. Coincidentally I ended up having a 30 minute conversation with a man that went to Davis for college. As I was coming back to the vet after having thrown away some trash in the bins around the corner, a huge fluffy dog propped himself up on the door to one of the waiting rooms. I stopped to pet the dog and started talking to the owner. He was wearing a Davis Lacrosse sweatshirt, so I asked if he went to Davis, which he did, and he also played club lacrosse there. He went into Davis with the intention of majoring in the Biological Sciences, which, another coincidence, is what I applied for. He's originally from the bay area and grew up in concord, and now works as a tech guy for a company. I'm not sure why, but I really liked talking to him and hearing about Davis and his experience at the college. Shortly after hearing all the great things about Davis I decided to refresh my "admission status" page which went from "status pending" to "We're sorry.....". I immediately wished I hand't checked, at least not at the vet. The second I read it my face dropped and i felt a shock go through out my body. It was my first rejection and Davis was also a school I thought I would get into without much difficulty. Thankfully everyone else was either on lunch break or talking to patients, except Edward, the youngest technician. A few moments passed, and with it my dissatisfaction. I looked up from my phone and said to Edward "well, I just got denied from Davis". That's how I tend to handle most things. Laugh it off, or pretend like it doesn't bother me until it actually doesn't or until I have the time to deal with it.
Prior to all this a little puppy was brought into the vet (the owner is the guy that went to Davis mentioned above, the puppy's older brother is the large husky-looking dog). This puppy was the absolute cutest dog I had EVER seen. I pet her and played with her and as I did, I felt my affection towards dogs grow. I am much more of a cat person, and am not a huge fan of dogs. On a bad day, I stereotype dogs as big, smelly, rowdy, loud, and uncontrollable. This little pup was quite the opposite, minus uncontrollable. She jumped all over me and I didn't mind at all. I realized that dogs really aren't that bad, and believe it or not, after that encounter I have a newly found soft spot for dogs (especially puppies). Towards the end of the day on Friday, a Doberman Pinscher stopped by to have his ears taped. I was a little confused because I had never heard of a dog having cosmetic surgery. Now obviously I had, I knew that owners frequently chopped their dogs tails to a more desirable length, I just hand't put two and two together until this point. So basically the jist of the situation was that the owner of the dog had been generous enough to surgically alter the puppy's ears so that they stood straight up. I was immediately filled with joy, and the idea that their are some truly good pet owners out there, that have their pets best interest at heart swam through my brain. Kidding. If this thought had crossed my mind it would have been shot down instantly. I was upset to say the least. In fact I would have loved to go out to the room the selfish woman was waiting in and offer to surgically manipulate her ears to point straight out and then continue to tape them for weeks on end after the surgery. The best part is, the only reason she started coming to our vet was because her old veterinarian wouldn't tape the ears anymore! I felt so bad for the puppy who had absolutely no say in the situation, and who was being put through pain and annoyance for the sole purpose of his owner preferring to look at him with pointy ears instead of floppy. It is a common practice to do this to Doberman Pinschers and in my opinion it is cruel. I looked up pictures of Doberman Pinschers with floppy ears, and they are so much cuter without the pointless ear alterations. Below are the pictures of the puppy, the Doberman Pinscher that came into the vet, and a picture of a Doberman Pinscher with floppy ears.
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Mr. Poling
4/4/2015 04:13:13 am
Looks like you did a lot of journaling in the last couple days. Glad you have caught up. Maybe it's because your latest entries were written all at once, but they seem a bit scattered in terms of content. Even the headings are confusing (Weeks are out of order- can you correct that?). I recommend staying on top of the journaling as you continue. What goals and tasks do you have as you approach the second half of your WISE semester?
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AuthorMy name is Emily Burch. I am a student in the WISE program at Miramonte. This is my WISE journey (I think that's a good word for it). Archives
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