Name: Sarah
Callsign: Schatzi (was Schutts idea, said that on a whim, didn't think id take that seriously)
Occupation: almost finished veterinarian studies
DOB: Aug 1980
Nationality: German (although I mostly feel like an European)
Marrital status: don’t feel like marriage yet (see family) but I live with a really wonderful boyfriend that has to put up with a lot, hope its for keeps
Interests: Sailing, horse riding, reading, music, cooking
Family: have one elder brother, family has been blown to pieces over the last five years, only one I still speak with is my father (and his girlfriend – actually can you say *girl*friend for mid fifties??)
Education and CPU speed: don’t know about IQ, people say im pretty intelligent, but who knows and who cares. Intelligence doesen't make life easier, on the contrary. As for education, see above.
Bad habbits: being thickheaded, objecting to everthing I'm told, gnawing on my nails, working myself right into nervous breakdowns again and again, ….
Good habbits: always trying to help other people, have a lot of patience (althoug I lost some of that with my stressful studies)
Worst injury: well, luckily that hasn’t happened yet,
Stupidest injury: see above
Best thing that ever happened to me: Schutt
Having a friend that kept me from jumping in front of a train
Amibitions: to be a good Vet that manages to balance the 'in dubio pro animale' with the monetary needs of the farmers; not to make such a mess out of a happy family
Regrets: not being able to make everyone else happy (see, that’s stupid me)
Favorite AH ride: the first time we flew together RedTop told me I'd fall in love… well I did: Spit V
Personal Quotes: I'll let Robert Frost do the talking:
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
