Experiences - My Time at Tufts at Tech

Submitted by Lyndsey Hornbaker, Cummings SVM at Tufts University
When I was a teenager, my favorite mornings were the brisk, crisp New England mornings that smelled sharp and clear, and left your lungs a little chilly, and your tongue with a sweet, earthy taste, because these mornings meant the leaves were changing to their best and brightest yet of the year, and school was back in session. Ah, high school. Every teenager’s most dreaded four years. Except for me. My high school wasn’t the average, seven-hour daily classroom stretch that existed for SATs and AP courses and college essays, week after week. I was subjected to those miserable milestones, but every other week. The weeks I didn’t spend seated in a pre calculus class or staring at a physics problem I knew I’d never understand, I spent in a veterinary clinic. Nestled in the heart of Worcester County, at the top of one of the seven hills, sits Worcester Technical High School. Signs on the campus direct the public to the Tufts at Tech Community Veterinary Clinic, where I completed part of my pre-college education, and it was there I first experienced what it was like to be part of a community, not just the one we as the staff and students created, but also the community of people and pets we aided. It was this community of students and staff members, of clients and patients, that taught me more than any algebra book or chemistry experiment ever would, and with the three-week DVM student rotations and new client faces I would meet, this community was ever changing. But those who had experienced this community never completely left, and that was the best part. My classmates and I felt a lightness in our chests when our favorite DVM students returned for a second rotation or stopped by just to say hi, remembering each and every one of our names. One of them developed such a connection with us that we asked him to be the keynote speaker at our AVA ceremony, and like a proud older brother, he watched us take our oaths and accept our certifications. Jess, the receptionist, greeted us with a warm smile at the front desk every morning and Pam, the hospital manager, laughed every single time an assistant cracked a joke, no matter how lame. Clients brightened my day when they shared their animal’s latest antics with me, sometimes providing photographic evidence, during our appointment. Above all, I loved listening to our favorite Californian clinician, Dr. Wolfus, lead rounds for the day as I stacked towels and stocked syringes. He would get the room’s attention with his characteristic address, listen up bros, and this put a smile on every student’s face. But as he would go on discussing the challenging cases and providing his experienced insight, he held the interest of the entire room, because everyone, no matter what stage of their education they found themselves in, could learn something from listening to him. As a vet assistant and aspiring veterinary student, it became clear I was fundamental to the smooth functioning of the bustling clinic. Before the first appointments arrived, I found myself cleaning and stocking necessities alongside my high school peers. We took pride in tidy exam rooms that smelled faintly of Simple Green and IV catheter flushes all meticulously drawn up to the exact same level as we eagerly glanced over the appointments for the day. I was fortunate to work alongside such an amazing crew. They made the difficult moments easier, like the words of comfort they provided me the first time I experienced the loss of a patient, and they made the silly moments, such as the drawing competitions we high schoolers would hold on the whiteboard where we asked the DVM students to judge the best artist, unforgettable. They made me feel like I was part of something, and when we decided to hang up a painting I had made, a colorful, acrylic spin on Eadweard Muybridge’s The Horse in Motion, in one of the exam rooms, I knew I was right where I was meant to be While I learned much from my peers and from the DVM students, the veterinarians taught me the most. Observing Dr. Wolfus and all the other wonderful doctors and staff who provided care to our patients showed me the kind of person I wanted to be. Someone who is constantly giving and never asking for anything in return, who takes time out of their day for every single member of their staff and every client they see, and who doesn't hesitate to lend a helping hand even while theirs are full. Working in the Tufts at Tech clinic alongside eager DVM students, seasoned technicians, and patient veterinarians gave me a glimpse into the world I would soon be entering. We saw cats and dogs of all shapes and sizes—from the mastiff mixes that weighed more than me, to the itty-bitty kitties barely bigger than my palm—belonging to clients just as diverse. Tufts at Tech taught me how to care for people as much as it taught me how to care for veterinary patients, and how the veterinary field is centered around improving lives, animal and human alike.
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