“I studied animal behaviour and started taking some classes in wildlife management back in London,” said Bella, answering Professor Seymour’s question. He was asking too many. Bella was sitting at the picnic table outside with Seymour and a few other interns he’d wanted to chat with. Everyone was gawking at her as though she was a rare specimen herself. Bella cocked an eyebrow at them. “I didn’t get my degree or anything, but I studied for two years, one year each and could’ve very well gotten my degree or a certification, but life happened.”
“Very impressive,” said Seymour. “So you’re aiming for what degree now, exactly?” “Veterinary Technology and Wildlife Management.” “A dual degree,” he said, raising his eyebrows. “And what do you intend to do with that? Go into rehabilitation or become a vet tech?” “Both,” said Bella. The other interns looked at her as though she were crazy now. “Wouldn’t that be difficult?” asked one of the guys. “I mean being a vet tech is almost as demanding as being a full-time veterinarian, not to mention animal rehabilitation. And besides, you need to be in a full 4-year programme to become a vet tech.” “Actually, they can go hand in hand,” said Bella. “Wildlife come in for rehabilitation due to physical damage, don’t they? So they’d need veterinary help.” “But as a tech you can’t offer that help on your own. And you’ve only completed two years.” “I won’t be on my own.” She was staring back at the guy now. How old was he? Like 19? He was probably one of those who started school early and took summer and winter classes just to get through school quickly. He probably thought he was some genius because of it, and that he could outwit Bella. “I’m graduating with my degree in Wildlife Management this year, and next year I’ll be a fully certified vet tech. Because of my studies in animal behaviour back in London, I’ll have my associates degree once I finish this last round of courses and a lot of my course credits were transferred from London.” The intern fell silent. Bella could’ve sworn she saw a ghost of a smirk on Seymour’s face. Bella was tired of talking to these people. She wanted to retire to her room for a few hours until it was her turn to feed the foal that they’d delivered a few days ago. “May I be excused?” she asked. She stood up from the table before being granted permission and walked away. All she wanted to do was learn. She had no intention of being social with these people who wished to debate. But not too long after she arrived in her room, there was a knock on her door. She opened it and was surprised to see her professor there. “I’d like to talk to you more about your education and future plans,” he told her. “You have a lot of potential.”
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