I realized recently that the more things I find to be grateful for the better my life is. Last week I was pretty grateful that I'm not a dead fetal pig. We had to dissect some dead fetal pigs in Forensics the whole week. Let me tell you, I never want to be dissected, it smells awful, and than you have to pull out all their organs and measure them, weigh them, and shove them back into the pig, and stitch your dead pig back up. I really, really, REALLY, would rather not have a bunch of high school students cutting me up and pulling out my organs.
Now this week I'm grateful that the dissection is over. I can finally breathe in my forensics classroom without wanting to vomit, because dead pigs smell so bad. I also don't have to cut here, and rip this out, and all that good mess. Life without fetal pigs, is actually a good life.
So just remember, be grateful that you aren't dissecting anything and aren't being dissected.
Will do. :D Actually, I've been waiting to dissect something again since ninth grade...once I got past the smell, dissecting those rats was actually really interesting...or maybe that's just me...
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