I just wanna say: its been a reeeeally long time. So I'll try to remember everything:
1. In science we had to dissect rats. I was partners with Julia, and she was pretty understanding of my complete refusal to touch the yellow, putrid, red-and-blue-spotted, (dead!!!) rat. :P So, Julia did most of the dissecting. Ok, she did ALL of the dissecting. I just sat there trying not to puke. But I didn't lose any points because I did the packet work on the rat. I did learn a few things, but nothing really that important. So now we're finally done, we've BEEN done for several weeks. But occasionally, just when you least expect it, the smell of the rat comes back to haunt you. It happens less and less these days, but when it does, the person's eyes widen with terror, and in a low voice, they say,
"I can smell the rat!".
I will never become a doctor.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
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