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| I just bought the new Shane & Shane CD, and there's a song in it that has really stood out to me; it's called Embracing Accusation. Here are the lyrics:
The father of lies coming to steal, kill, & destroy all my hopes of being good enough.
I hear him saying, "cursed are the ones who can't abide."
He is right.
Halleluiah, he is right.
The devil is preaching the song of the redeemed.
That I am cursed and gone astray.
I cannot gain salvation, emracing accusation.
Could the father of lies be telling the truth of God to me tonight?
If the penalty of sin is death, than death is mine.
I hear him saying, "cursed are the ones who cannot abide."
He is right.
Halleluiah, he is right.
The devil is preaching the song of the redeemed.
That I am cursed and gone astray.
I cannot gain salvation.
Oh, the devil is singing over me, an age old song...that I am cursed and gone astray.
Singing the first verse so conveniently, he's forgotten the refrain.
Jesus Saves.
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| So guess what we did in Anatomy today...I'll give you a hint. It involves scalpels and dead cats. That's right, we dissected cats. The last week I had lab (before Reading Week) we only had to identify the muscles of the dead cat that lay before us. Today however, was a different story. I must say, it was quite the eye opening, and well, to be literal, cat opening experience. Let me share it with you.
First, I and a few others followed our lab professor to the freezer to get the cats to bring back to our individual groups. In the freezer, our professor started grabbing cardboard boxes off the shelves and opening them. I was a little surprised to see that medical companies actually package and ship out cats like a product, but upon reflection, they are a product. The school needs to buy them, and they have to get there somehow. I was even more surprised to see that the cats are vacuum sealed in clear packaging, but again, upon reflection, it makes sense, you want to keep them fresh. The professor then began to hand out the cats, females first, then the males. Because I was at the end of the line, I was given a male. He was huge. One huge, black mofo of a cat. Heavy too. I felt overwhelmed.
I returned with the cat (whom we later named Spongebob, because he has a huge pink sponge sticking out of his mouth) and after some instruction, we began to dissect. I was given the distinct honor of cutting first. As I began to slice, I realized the skin and muscle is not as hard to cut through as I imagined. It was actually kinda fun (aside from the occasional wafts of formaldehyde grossness). After making the incision from sternum to pelvis, we then began to pull the little sucker open, which was also fun b/c to keep the cavity open, you have to bend the ribs down on each side to the point of breaking them. It sounds like someone cracking their knuckles :) Then we cleared away all the connective tissue to reveal the internal organs. Upon inspection, we noticed that I went a little scalpel happy because I accidentally cut a main artery (the superior vena cava - incase anyone is curious), but no worries, it's still identifiable. (FYI - The cats come with dyes injected into them for identification purposes. Arteries are blue, veins are bright pink). Then we began the tedious process of exposing all the main arteries and veins. To my surprise, the two hour class flew by and I now understand why surgeons can get so surgery addicted (at least the ones on Grey's Anatomy). It's fun. I WANT TO CUT AGAIN. So if you have any cats hanging around that are getting on your nerves, send them my way. I could really use the extra study aid. I'm serious. Below is just a stock photo of a cat, but it's the closest I could find to how the cats actually look. Eyes closed for the most part, mouth wide open in a silent scream.
 I can just imagine their final moments.
"No, I'll be a good kitty from now on, I promise!"
"To late kitty. Just take comfort in knowing your body will be used for scientific research. You're benefiting the good of mankind. Actually, your body will go to a bunch of Anatomy students who will laugh at you and give you ridiculous names."
"Anatomy students! Nooooo!"
Or something like that. Anyways, 'twas an interesting class.
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| Ok, so I'm here at the school sitting in the library on one of the computers, desperately thinking of ways to procrastinate before I sit down and study for Anatomy (or Frigging Anatomy as I've been refering to it). And I have to admit, posting new blogs are a great way to procrastinate. I have also discovered that going to get a fat free vanilla latte from the coffee bar in the school is another great way to pass the time that I should spend studying bones. So is checking email, texting random people just to say hey, chatting with people, and staring out the window at the cars leaving the parking lot.
When I'm at home, the various modes of procrastination I choose to employ are: eating/making coffee/making tea (usually Earl Grey), cleaning my room, playing with my cat, and lets not forget, the greatest procrastination method of them all - watching TV (I don't know why if feels so good to put down your text and turn on the TV, but it just does). Anyways, these are all good methods; never once have they let me down when I am in need of wasting time or mental breaks.
And so I put forth this question to all students, slave do deadliners, or people who are born to put things off - What is your all time favorite way to procrastinate? | | |
| Today I wrote the final exam for my Brain & Behavior class. It was at 7pm. At Summit, I generally didn't like evening exams. I'm usually the type of person who does an adequate amout of preperation for an exam, so to me, waiting for the evening to write it is just prolonging the enevitable. (and let's be honest - there comes a point in cramming where you have to accept the fact that if you don't know it "by now" you might as well stop cramming, cuz you're wasting your time). But back to the point - I don't like evening exams, and this exam was no exception. I definatly studied a lot for this exam b/c 1a) It was the only exam I had, and 2b) it's freaking neuroscience - I'll admit, just a foundational course but still, not the type of exam you can B.S. your way through, nor is it the type of material anyone just knows off the top of their head. So let's just say I studied for it.
As I entered the college, I couldn't help but think how creepy and spooky the building seems at night; virtually empty. As you might guess, it's a lot bigger than Summit, and in my opinion, that just added to the spookieness. As I walked through the facility to the wing where my exam was being held, I noticed I was not alone. There were other random students roaming the halls, and to be honest, they looked kinda creepy too. I couldn't help but wonder, "Maybe they're not students at all. Maybe they're the academic undead who roam the halls, looking for an unsuspecting student in order to feast upon their burnt-out, stressed-out brains." Probably not, but who knows...
When I got to the class, I was greeted by the familiar faces of my classmates. Everyone was asking everyone the same question - "Are you ready?" The answer to the question was basically the same - "I hope so cuz I studied really hard." (FYI - the reason for the general nervousness was b/c the class average for the midterm was only around a 65%). To sum things up, the general attitude of our feelings going into the exam - hopeful-but-leary optimism. The general attitude of our feelings coming out of the exam - disallusioned bewilderment. Seriously. Everyone walked out of the class looking like a deer caught in the headlights. As I was writing, I even overheard someone say to his friend, "What the hell was that!?" as they left the class. Not a good feeling.
As I handed in my exam, I thought to myself, "I did the very best I could do. Nothing I can do about it now, so there's no point in worring about it." That made me feel better. Sort of. I guess I'll just have to wait and see. But seriously though, I want to leave an exam feeling confident, not like it could go either way. I didn't study that much just to worry. I know I didn't fail, so that's nice, but was it an A?.......probably not.
BUT, when I handed in my exam, my professor gave my research paper back. 94%!! YESSSSSSS!!!!!!! Perhaps it sounds like I'm bragging, but you would be too if you were me. For a while, that paper consumed my life and I worked my ARSE off on it. So I guess it goes to show that hard work pays off. Hopfully, this rule of thumb will apply to my final exam too.
What have you been working hard on lately? | | |
| Hey everybody. This is just a little post to let you all know that I plan on doing a real post in the near future, but right now I just don't have it in me. But eventually I plan to post. | | |
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