19.5 credits

Another milestone behind me. Today, I registered for my first semester of vet school. 19.5 credits. Yikers! Thankfully not all those 19.5 credits are taken simultaneously, but still a daunting task. My house is still not sold. Thus I am now having to consider renting it out. Ugh! The thought of strange peoples in my home making a mess sends shivers down my spine. Also means I will have to rent in GA. Also a daunting task with 3 kids, a 3 yr old intact, male, 50lb pitbull and a FUS cat. Wow! I really hope I win the parking permit lottery- XX.

Southern pace

Now dont take this the wrong way, Im southern born and bred. Total G.R.I.T and proud of it. But I just dont understand why it takes southern schools so much longer than other schools to get with the program. Here we are short of a month away from day 1 and Im still waiting for information. Im know the date of required orientaiton (ie the day Im supposed to report), August 11th. Short of that, Im aimlessly wandering in "what the hell's going on?" land. Cum' on people I need to obsessively plan here. A book list, class list, school handbook, policies, required equipment, electives, computer info, rabies vaccine info.....SOMETHING**** ANYTHING!
Now, wouldnt it be wonderful if once we matriculate, we could benefit from this whole southern pace idea. Come to class whenever, turn in assignments whenever, take test whenever. But sadly Im thinking once we arrive, they will be cracking the proverbial whip. So long southern getalong.

Mixed Emotions

45 days. 45 days until I need to be in Athens. Excited as I am to finally be starting vetschool, I'm sad to let some things go. Our first home, the only home our children have ever known and my family. I started crying packing up baby clothes yesterday. Why? I'm absolutely sure I do not want anymore children. I think it was more because of the finality of the whole process. Baby clothes gone (check), vet tech career over (check), entire life turned upside down (check). I do fine with change, really. But its the ending of things familiar that gets me all blubberly. I realize that new and wonderful things are going to replace those lovely old memories. But dang, like an old comfortable blanket, Im really go miss 'um.