I love how after I've struggled with the past few blog posts-what to write, how to write it, etc. that I hit the shower and plan on going to bed and reading that suddenly I have strokes of mad blogging genius. Really, it was more that I wanted to share one story. Then as I thought about how to preface it, it became a blog and then two more random stories. Well, more like thoughts that needed some context. Though not entirely.
I am bad at math and science. (And spelling, too.) And to some degree, I have always been bad at math and science. Now you're saying to yourself, 'but Leslie, you're a veterinarian. You have to be good at math and science. Right?'
To which I shrug my shoulders and say-I'm a girl?!?!
And its true. Very stereotypically, I am bad at math and science and I pretty much blame it on being a girl. Not that there's anything wrong with it. I just don't have a better explanation.
Anyway, in grade school, things went well for both math and science. I was good at both. (Not at reading when I was in first grade though (I had to go out to the reading RV for tutoring) or for vowel sounds in second grade. I do have a peculiar way of pronouncing some things. I failed at vowel bingo.) I dabbled in algebra. Because of my high math and science marks in grade school, I was put into advanced math classes when I went to high school. There I managed to keep my head above water enough to keep in advanced classes but never beyond. Which is good because that meant I didn't have to take calculus. Something I have never taken and actually look at it as a proud point for myself. I prefer to think of calculus as something on a dog's teeth. Science wise, I was in advanced levels of that too. I took most classes a year early. I struggled in chemistry and never liked it. I struggled in physics and after taking a semester for college credit decided that I didn't do well enough to take the second semester for college credit as well. This was a huge mistake. I did supremely better in the second semester. Little did I know about MU's vet school requirement for physics and would have to repeat the physics class in college. I'm still not sure why physics is required for vet school. It seems like the requirement and the urban legend interview question of 'how would you use physics in veterinary medicine?' run hand and hand. (The answer is x-rays. But actually the real answer is rotational forces on bone, resistance, traction, force (all relating to movement and lameness) and how to use the
Lameness Locater for Dr. Keegan.) I still don't think about using physics but apparently use it all the time!
Because I did so well (?) in science in high school, I was pushed into science (i.e. chemistry) way too hard in college. I'm not good at chemistry and the fact that I had to retake biochemistry should point to that. I just don't get it. Math wise-I avoided math all that I could and somehow managed to only take two classes. Basic college algebra and statitistics for ag majors. Yep. No math here!
Physics, chemistry, biochemistry, even physiology...I don't get them. I didn't get science in vet school either until it actually became about the medicine. I can only tell you the vaguest description of the Krebs cycle but let me break down the general idea of how something works (like DKA) and I can mash enough together to look smart. And that's what I've decided the math and science and veterinary medicine relationship is all about. Being able to mash enough together to look smart. I use pieces of math and science every day. I'm not out there measuring x-rays for my radiographs but I do realized the value of kVp. (Sort of.) I calculate out drugs all the time and think about possible drug interactions (math AND chemistry!). (Like you need to be careful with antiacids and doxycycline because they can counteract each other.)
BUT the point of this blog was to relate the following short antedotes to you:
1) I once took an equine science class with Martha. It was fun and taught by
Dr. Loch-who I recently found out pasted away.
2) Erick and I took physics together and the professor found out we were pre-vet. He then proceeded to show us pictures of his parakeets and tell us about them in his heavy Eastern-European accent.
3) This is the story I wanted to share. When I was a freshman, I took a chemistry class that I did very poorly in. I hated my lab too-my partner rarely showed up and the TA was awful. She was a bear of a woman. Tall, fat, probably wore lots of wolf t-shirts. Anyway, I only knew a couple of people in the class-my lab partner and this girl Rachel (?) that I sat next to in the discussion portion of the class. One day, sitting in the discussion class I realized I had forgotten my lab goggles. There was no way I'd even be allowed into lab without them. After a quiet discussion with Rachel, I decided to skip out early and dash back to my dorm room. I quietly gathered my things and when the TA's back was turned to the board writing out some long chemistry equation, I dashed out shutting the door behind me. And then I ran! Apparently at that point, the TA turned around and was furious. She wanted to know who it was that had left. She looked down the hallway but I was long gone. She offered the class extra credit if they told her who it was. (Luckily, no one knew my name except for a couple of people.) No one ratted me out. When I returned to lab breathless, the TA signed my book but didn't suspect anything. My lab partner and Rachel filled me in. Boy I was lucky!