Tomorrow is my final anatomy exam. For some reason, my graduate program requires us to dissect cadavers along with learning the names of every wrinkle of every organ in the human body. The novelty of cutting up dead people wore off about 5 minutes after I started this class. It meets a few times a week and lasts four hours each time . My attention span, on the other hand, lasts about 30 seconds. Combine that with the fact that it starts at 8 am and you can see why I’m happy that it’s almost over. Actually, it’s the exams that I hate most. There has to be a better way… All we do is memorize 500 latin names that all sound the same and forget them as soon as the exam is over. I was hoping that this class would at least make me sound smarter when I talking about the human body. No such luck. I still call an arm, an arm, and a toe, a toe.
It wasn’t all bad though. There were plenty of unique experiences this semester. Like when I held someones heart in my hands or when I accidentally broke the cadavers arm (and all her fingers too). There are several, more gruesome stories I could share but I don’t think everyone wants to hear that.
There were 5 bodies for our class to work on. The one body smelled so bad that even the professor refused to do anything with it. He affectionately become known as “Stinkey”. Most of the other bodies were quite overweight which made it a group effort to flip them over. Luckily I spent most of my time on the cadaver of a very, very old women. She didn’t have much muscle on her, but then again she didn’t have much fat either.
Anyway, back to studying!