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Tonight in my biology class, I got my first test results back. Ace. My instructor even wrote on my quiz: "Good; I think this vet thing might be doable", and encouraged me to take a chemistry class as soon as possible. Then I got a text message from Brenda, asking me to come home right after class because Hooper broke his tooth playing at the ballfield. When you study stuff like this, sometimes it's hard to see the real world relevance to your work. But tonight, Hooper reminded me of why I'm doing this. And so as soon as I could, I drove home and we all rode over to the 24-hour animal hospital. Sure enough, one of Hoop's incisors…

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