My condolences for you having to suffer from the cuts of my scalpel.
I didn't want to dissect you, but my bio teacher made me!
I named you Mr. Snouts. My lab partner refused to touch you or to call you that because she feared a deep emotional attachment.
I announced I felt like a plastic surgeon when I was making incisions, to the snickering of other people at our lab table.
After a while I got used to you, and even let your snout touch my bare arm.
You smelled awful.
I have a feeling if you were allowed to grow up you would look like the pig in the picture!
We will be seeing a lot of you in lab this month. Can't wait!
Love Love,
M
p.s. I won't be eating ham for a while now.
I didn't want to dissect you, but my bio teacher made me!
I named you Mr. Snouts. My lab partner refused to touch you or to call you that because she feared a deep emotional attachment.
I announced I felt like a plastic surgeon when I was making incisions, to the snickering of other people at our lab table.
After a while I got used to you, and even let your snout touch my bare arm.
You smelled awful.
I have a feeling if you were allowed to grow up you would look like the pig in the picture!
We will be seeing a lot of you in lab this month. Can't wait!
Love Love,
M
p.s. I won't be eating ham for a while now.
1 comment:
My least favorite lab days are the ones that include dissection. The smell is awful, the pig looks fake and pathetic, and for some reason, I always feel so rediculous... I'm sure I'd learn more from a living Mr. Snouts!
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