Why does the weekend go so quickly? When I was studying Zoology in Aberdeen, I had a reasonably busy timetable for a student but still had plenty of free time to relax and indulge my non-uni past times. Vet medicine, on the other hand, feels more like a proper job but you PAY to be there and don't clock off at 5.30pm, instead coming home to study until 10.30 at night until you collapse into bed in a semi-comatose state with images of infected joints and words like 'bilateral tarsocrural arthroscopy' flashing in front of your eyes. Then at the weekend you spend the day cooped up in your tiny, windowless study for 8 hours at a time, ploughing through never-ending pages of notes, trying desperately to stay as far behind as you were on Friday, never mind catching up, just trying not to slip any further back. Only to either scrape passes in exams, being happy with 2% past the pass mark, or just downright fail and have to repeat the whole process in the summer, while everyone else is off to Thailand making out with elephants or whatever, psh, sounds rubbish anyway. Meanwhile your boyfriend resents you for not being able to a) save for a flat because you have no money, b) go on holiday because you have no money or c) move to a flat with a garden so you can get a dog because...you guessed it...you have no money. And you can't get married until you graduate. And your mum resents you for the amount of money being spent on your apparently unending education.
But at least you chose to go to vet school!
Here are some recent additions to the Etsy shop, vintage floral fat quarters, made from thrifted bedsheets.