Today was utterly amazing and I've got to say I did not picture it ending up that way when I first opened my eyes this morning. In fact, today started just like any other day...My alarm clock went off and part of me felt like I was being punished for something. Let's face it...who REALLY loves an 8 am class?! The day, however, took a dramatic turn for the better once I made it to my Anatomy and Physiology I Lab. This isn't usually the case because for all intensive purposes I'm rather terrified of this class...not just the lab but the lecture as well. See I'm working on getting into a nursing program that (rumor has it) is highly competitive which really translates into "I have to make an A in this class" but alas that is NOT the point of this exciting tale. I walked into the lab today and my usual stress over memorizing every little detail of what the Professor has to say was replaced with excitement and intrigue because when I got to my lab station there was a sheep brain waiting for me. This is the first time in my life I've dissected something and I've got to say it was AWESOME. It's one thing to take class upon class that explains to you how amazing that little organ is but those words suddenly mean something when you can actually hold it in your hand and know that something so...well...squishy, icky, smelly and small is responsible for your hopes, dreams, actions, memories, everything. To know that this one organ not only allowed for Da Vinci to create a masterpiece but for me to be able to see that beauty and interpret into the feeling that I get when I see the Vitruvian Man. That's pretty stinking rad in my book and from an educational standpoint what I experienced today was invaluable.
I was terrified to go back to school and take a bunch of science classes...after all I avoided them my first time around for a reason...but today washed all that away....science kinda rules.
I felt compelled to comment because I can relate. Truthfully, I read because I thought you were gonna talk bout dissecting a human brain. Watching too much "Bones" I guess. Anyway, I laughed inside when you commented on dissecting a sheep's brain. Bringing back memories of holding the bowl under the sheep's throat as my aunt cut it. So close the blood sprinkles on my face, I have to stand there eye to eye with the dying sheep holding a bowl of its blood. If it sounds cult-ish it's just my family buthering a sheep for some family gathering. After decapitating it, I would carry the head to my dad who would have red hot ashes ready to cook the head in an earth oven. Well instead of telling you the whole story of how we clean and cook the insides, I'll tell you this: the brain is not that bad. Thought I'd share...