It seems everyone got their specialist SAC results today at lunchtime, while I had to go to Melbourne Uni for my prac. Damn it. On second thoughts, do I really want to know what I got for spec? No, I don't.

The prac today was a rat dissection. Quite an experience, as always. I was rather disappointed that no one in my prac session fainted/did something funny, but it was still a rather interesting session to attend. Once you got past the initial queasiness of course. This generally passes after you make the first cut, as it is hardest to begin the procedure while the rat is still whole, it's face almost alive with defiance, its dead eyes staring up at you accusingly. From the moment you pull the bit of furry skin up and make the first incision, followed by cutting the skin up the entire rats body, emotion disappears. You then casually skin it, make more incisions in its flesh and through the connective tissue, lift up its liver, tug out its stomach together with the duodenum (first section of the small intestine), pull more of its digestive tract out, caecum, colon, crap and all, not to mention rip its kidneys out, crack its ribcage open with a scissor, tug more at its heart, lungs and diaphragm. All without feeling a thing. Oh, did I mention the demonstrator pulled the testes out of a male rat to show the male reproductive system more clearly? Ok, maybe I felt something.

Damn it's late. Maintaining this blog through the arduous school week is, without doubt, a tiring job. I will reconsider my options at a later stage, when I have the time to reconsider anything at all. Parent-teacher meetings tomorrow too. I can scarcely contain my glee. -_-"

So long.