So in Biology we’ve been dissecting fetal pigs [or as I affectionately refer to them, undead pigs]. Now I don’t think my interest in becoming a surgeon has changed, but cutting this pig [which I've named Bocephus] has been a kind of interesting experience.

“So remember as you make the first incision, have your pig in the supine position. Or shall I say suwine position!”

“Heh heh…” I said.

“Remember to use the dropper to get out excess body fluids around the lungs.”

“Heh heh…” I said.

Thankfully nausea only ensued once in the two days we’ve devoted to this. But as uncomfortable as I was, it was pretty neat. I mean seeing the heart and lungs and cutting the pig’s little larynx. Seeing miracle of, um, death.

In other news I’ll still fail the Biology final next week.