Happy cows come from Wisconsin.

I went to California this past weekend to visit Western University. They have one of the DVM programs I'm interested in, and I thought that I should definitely visit this one. It's a bit... different. There are no lectures. Instead, there are small groups mediated by a professor. You're presented with a case, and are basically in charge of identifying your own learning issues, possible diagnoses, treatments, etc. It sounds scary, but a style of learning that I might like and do well in.

On Friday I was able to sit in on one of the problem-based learning (PBL) groups. It was fun and relaxed, and at one point the group was serenaded by the mediating professor a la Dean Martin. I think that the group/professor were a bit worried that they were intimidating me or that I was getting freaked out or overwhelmed.

Little do they know.

Yes, that is a denim jumpsuit. I will never need another Halloween costume.

Anyway, I think I made a good impression and that the prof I talked to liked me; hopefully that means that I'll get an interview!

After the business was out of the way, my friend from LA and I had the rest of the weekend to play. It was a really fun day and a half. We went antique-ing, wandered down to the Santa Monica Pier, Muscle Beach, and the 3rd Street Promenade, and finished up the day at the Getty Center, which is a huge and amazing art museum. All in all it was a good weekend.

And to round out the post, here's a picture of some Wisconsin cheese in the shape of a giraffe.

Knowledge is an unending adventure at the edge of uncertainty.

Or so Jacob Bronowski, British mathematician and biologist tells me. I'm not so sure about the knowledge part, and I'm fairly certain that my life doesn't fit with the whole adventure theme, but uncertainty and I are past the nodding acquaintance stage in our relationship.

As you may have gathered from the blurb beneath the blog title, I'm applying to vet school. For the first time in a long time, I think I'm making the right decision for myself. However, I was missing a few requirements. Hello, freshmen speech class. College algebra, how was your summer? I had my first set of classes on Thursday, and I definitely felt old afterward. I can't decide if I'm going to enjoy playing the role of old lady among young whippersnappers or it's only going to make me uncomfortable. Either way, I'm stuck going to lectures about functions and eye contact until December.

Most of the time I probably won't be writing about any of the stuff that this blog is supposed to be about. There will probably be some food and music thrown in there. And some things that have nothing to do with anything. So. Let the games begin.