Not quite the all singing, all dancing prodigal child

It is said that if you want to get into veterinary college you must be the all singing, all dancing prodigal child. As a child that grew up in a relatively deprived corner of the United Kingdom, attended the local girls only comprehensive and who wasn't considered outstandingly bright it was safe to say I didn't stand a chance. At least, that's what the careers service told me when I sat in their must office aged 16. I'll reserve my venom and bile about the schools careers service for another time, but I suppose they did do me one favour; they rattled my cage sufficiently that I decided to show them what a determined child can do.

Fast forward through 3 years of A-levels, a BSc (Hons) in Veterinary Science and two and a half years of the accelerated BVetMed degree and that is where I find myself, hunched over a laptop at the Royal Veterinary College and writing this blog. The plan for this blog is to give you a realistic view of veterinary education, the associated trials and tribulations and to prove that to get into veterinary college you do not need to be the all singing, all dancing prodigal child, but you do require a reality check and a healthy dose of determination.