Amazon Tanks; Become a Veternarian Technician. That's what I eventually have ended up returning for school for. I still get to work with animals, still get to make a difference, and can demand enough money from employers so that I can support myself because I fall into the "white collared professional" catagory. The emergency hospital where I interned last year was heavily involved in wildlife rehab, so someone of your experties would have been a great asset to them. Besides, how can you go wrong with a job that lets you show up for work in PJs every day (aka scrubs! love scrubs!)?
Hell, become a Veternarian, then you'll be able to do whatever your passion is once you pay off vet school.
Both paths require sacrifice, but the rewards at the end of it all make it worth it IMO.
There are ways of participating in your passion, just as Wayne said, you simply have to do so circumventively now a days, and it might take you a whole lot longer than you expect, but eventually you'll get there. Both my boyfriend and I graduated as Marine Biology majors. By rights, we could probably call ourselves marine biologist because that's what our degrees say we are, but neither of us work in the field. It's like being Catholic but not going to church, ya know. Both of us returned to school after that first fustrated year of graduation without landing the jobs we want. He actually spent four more years in medical school to become a Veternarian, and I took the two-year route to become a Vet Tech.
There is a large demand right now for Veternarians and Techs that work with exotic wildlife animals, especially in zoos and aquariums. Sure, they don't pay as well as private practice does, but you won't go hungry. And the road towards gaining the skill level enough to stand out and get hired is a struggling one, but finally being hired and working in a zoo would make that all worth it. Stressful, you bet. There are times when we both ask each other, "why the hell torture ourselves?" Then we remember the dreams and goals we wish to accomplish with our lives, and plow on ahead. Granted, neither of us will probably get the chance to be marine biologist in the Steve Irwine sense, but if we work hard enough, we may get employed in a position where we're drawing blood from dolphins and doing dental exams on wolves. Not a bad trade-off IMO.
And if that doesn't happen, at least we're both employed in a field that we find rewarding in and of itself. But right now we're building professional reputations, paying off the wonderful student loans, and are content to remember that while right now really sucks, the future can only get better. We may never be rich (well, he might be able to get rich, I certainly won't be<G>), but a comfortable living that can afford a modest abode, 2.3 kids, and a dog is all we want. Everything else is just icing.
That's the best thing you can really do. Look at the "Help Wanted" adds in your local paper or online. Find out where the demand is, try to anticipate where the demand will be in four years, and do that. That's the only way to really insure that you'll have a job waiting for you after graduation.
Anticipate living in places you wouldn't expect. Anticipate having to move to where the job is that you want. Anticipate having huge bills to pay when you graduate. Anticipate being alone because not everyone shares the same dream, or other people drop out and loose hope. Anticipate discouring times. Anticipate at some point working at what you love to do for free, and anticipate doing the best job you can even though you're not getting paid for it, or even appriecated for it. Anticipate being poor, hungry, tired, frazzled, and on the edge. Anticipate having an opportunity dropped in your lap, and sieze it for all it is worth. Anticipate having to learn the names of people you don't like, and dropping them as if they're your best friend. Anticipate catty politics and egos. Anticipate the rainbow. Anticipate loosing your best friend. Anticipate meeting the person of your dreams at an internship. Anticipate that someday, somehow, by whatever means necessary, you will be exactly where you are meant to be five years from now even though you never anticipated being there.
~~Colesea