This little piggy...

went to the fire station.

That's right folks, last night was pig heart disection night. This was the second one I have participated in and I EFFING.LOVE.THEM. You learn so much and let's face it, it is a little less skeevy knowing it is a pig and not the former parts of a walking, talking human being. Then again, I may just be a ninny.

Actually, I was surprised by how much I remembered from my A&P classes and the sad little intubation class I took so long ago. Since the tongues were still attached, you can only imagine the commentary that accompanied the disection, especially since I was the only female at the table.

Not only that, but I defied nature. I, Bernice, wore a white t-shirt to dinner which consisted of pasta laden with olive oil, garlic and tomatoes, a dessert of chocolate covered ice cream and then finally the disection. Not a single drop of anything on my white shirt. How you like them apples? I must say, I have impressed myself.

Realizing I can actually retain information has pushed me a little closer to the decision of taking Intermediate this fall. Granted the thought of sitting in classes and then doing clinicals frightens me a little, but I think it would be good.

On a side note, firefox is so much better than explorer, if not only for the sole reason that I was able to finally download itunes and load my ipod with some awesome tuneage. Let the running resume!