Day 3. We have each been assigned boxes that contain the disarticulated (loose) bones of a dog. We were told
that we could take them home but that we must keep them away from our own dogs.
Fucking cannibals.
Day 4. Today I made a cow pee. On
purpose.
Day 5. We were told that as
veterinarians, we need to have respect for all species, especially one
species in particular. The speaker said, “Which one would that be?” then
paused…and a girl said tentatively “…spiders?” Everyone broke into laughter.
The speaker hesitated then said, “well, sure, spiders, but I was referring
specifically to humans.” Everyone laughed again.
Day 6. Someone tried to start a
signup sheet for Thursday Snack day. Nobody brought any snacks today. However,
one girl brought apples, oranges, and bananas. That was far better than
snacks. We fell on the fruit like wolves bringing down a deer.
Day 7. Hallway discussions during
breaks revolve around itemized lists of all the things we are no longer doing when we aren't in class.
All we do now is study.
Day 10. My gross anatomy partner
and I are dissecting a male cat. (Side note: all of the cadaver dogs are pit
pulls or pit mixes.) We are not the fastest partners in class by a long
stretch. We spend a lot of time talking about what to do before we dive in and
start doing it. But we are persistent. Today, when all but one other team had
already bagged up their animals, lugged them to the freezers, and cleaned up
their tables, we were reviewing the flexor muscles of the forelimb of our cat
with the instructor. When we finished identifying them all, he said to us,
pointing to the forelimb, “that’s a very nice dissection, by the way.” Never
mind that the pectorals looked like they had been chewed off—our forelimb
flexors were “very nice”!
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