It was a big day, that last day of my final exam. I couldn’t move fast enough. My life was finally gonna start. And I knew exactly where it was taking me. Inside our house, there was no sight of the depression. My mother and father had left Poland and much worse conditions. To them nobody could be poor in America if they had half a brain in their head. After six years of dissections, castrations and shoving my arm up a cows ass more times than I cared to remember, by the end of that day, I knew I’d be a Cornell graduate in veterinarian science. I had a new life all planned. Then, with the opening of a door, every plan I had vanished.