My first week consisted of three days of orientation and two of actual classes. It was pretty light but nerve-racking nonetheless. As a returning student, I'm finding that it's difficult to click with my fellow students. Their conversations about dating, video games and music are difficult to participate in because I'm not up on the latest trends in these areas. A couple of my classmates were talking about Rock Band, which I have never played and I started laughing because the last video game I played was probably Galaga, on an actual console where you put quarters in it. It is amazing to be around these students, they are a talented bunch. There are musicians, artists, writers, even a mathematician. I feel so privileged to be among them!
We dove right into dissection on the first day of class. There are five students to a cadaver so I collected four others by holding up my hand saying "we need three more here..." and counting down as one joined the group. I wanted to make the first cut but didn't want to be pushy or greedy so I suggested we do rock-paper-scissors for it. The first round every one of us chose scissors! We all broke into laughter and everyone in lab looked over at us - oops! After two more rounds, I got the honor of making the first incision. I was so jazzed to be the first! I am in awe of how resilient the human body is, how tough the skin is. Finally, I am beyond grateful for the man who chose to give his body so that I could learn hands-on about the structure and organization of the body.
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Sounds good K. You'll catch up with the young ones in no time!
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