have scales? If I were going to spend my days working in order to make enough money to afford the home with louvered window shutters that I was conditioned to strive for, then I might as well spend them doing something I like.
And I liked being around, and learning about, animals. So, that was that. At the unripe age of seven, I had my career path figured out.
I knew what I wanted, and nothing was going to come between me and my dream job. Nothing.What my tiny, determined, developing brain didn’t realize at the time was that in order to become a veterinarian, you must go to school for an additional seven to nine years.
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