Guess who screwed up school???!!!!

So I guess this Vet Tech program I dropped out of is really a program on "How to become a Veteranarian." Because I can understand needing to know the "scapula," but can't understand why I'd ever need to know "The medical term for the RIDGE on the SCAPULA." I can just hear the conversation in the room at the Vet's--"boy, that ____ (word for ridge on scapula) isn't looking too good. Maybe we ought to take a little sandpaper and smooth that baby down." You may have guessed--that kind of info is not the knowledge I'm exactly looking for. It's hard to be a mystic in Chemistry class, even when you and no one else knows what "patina" is. Look--I'm laughing at myself. A fairly old woman trying to do a young person's career. So I'm sticking with the psychology of my seven cats. This house is run like a psych unit--group therapy, individual counseling, medication time, medication time, medication time......" (Lysine.) Wilber wants to let everyone know that he NEVER watches "Hill Street Blues," and much prefers Dexter and the Sopranos (he likes the way everyone's always saying "fuckin' this and fuckin' that.") Wilber doesn't always retire early, and Mr. Ed should know this--god, he's told him over and over that boredom will drive one either to bed or off a cliff, and bed usually is the better bet (not alway, though.) Wow, Mr. Ed, it's 11:24 PM! Gotta get to On Demand for a peek at next season's Dexter. And then to bed.