why wy?

aussie 103

in Victorian England, they used to go to see dissections like how we would go see a brutal sport
like cock-fighting. They don't call it an operating theatre for nothing.

If you were rich and bored, you could even try your hand at being a surgeon and fiddle
around with the bits of your victim - without anaesthesia.
Whoever came up with the phrase "what doesn't kill you only makes you
stronger" must have seen what these rich idiots were doing, because more often than not, the
patients ended up dead from infection or sheer incompetence.

And then there's me on the first day of uni.
I figure there are only three differences:
1) I am not rich.
2) It is Australia.
3) The patient (cadaver really) was already dead.

So, I'm kinda grateful for (3) because we really mucked around. With little or zero knowledge of
anatomy, we were supposed to perform a reverse boob job and check out the pecs. And of course,
leave all the blood vessels and nerves and other stringy bits intact.

Right.

So we kinda just digged and pretended to fuss and waited for the lecturer and two teaching
assistants to come around and show us what we were supposed to do. It
took me quite a while to get that emotional distance and give it a go but some of my classmates
obviously relished it and did the whole CSI routine.

One of the assistants told us at the beginning to wear covered shoes during
class. He then dropped the scapel and it went *ting* as it hit the floor and stayed there, swaying
slightly like a horror movie prop.

"So wear proper shoes, or you will be dissecting extra bits.'' he said. I bet they do
this every year.

And, if you wanted to know, RMIT is as disorganised as NUS. There were
30-some, then 45, and now 47 people (or 52) enrolled in my course. It feels like primary one. And the
e-mail system is even more complicated than lotus notes at work, so count yourself lucky.
I have to enter my id and password at least 3 times just to get to check e-mail.

Next week, we will have to strip down to underthingies (strings not
allowed) for practical touchy-feely sessions. it was a good excuse for shopping, if any.