Somedays the blog... just writes itself.
The Trouble with Tuesdays is that I've got SO much to write about. I have all my running over the weekend, and then time with the kids, and they do cute stuff that is blog worthy so I think, I'm going to write about that.
And then, on Monday nights, I go to class, and low and behold... sometimes the blog just writes itself. I have NO control over it.
Last week in Class we dissected Sheep Brains. (sorry if you're a PETA, I will just argue you'll be glad I know a little about all this junk if I'm ever YOUR nurse....and then we'll drop it.) Imagine for a moment a bunch of giggly squealing 19 & 20 year old girls ... with sharp objects ... and a sheep brain of their very own ... and instructions on how to cut it up.
Do I really need to continue?
It was loud. It was rambunctious. I was very glad that having children prepared me for dissection night at class. Mr. Nice Guy *NG, my lab partner, along with Pretty Runner Girl *PRG and Pretty Young Thing *PYT as well as PYT2, all were assigned to work together. We were quite the team. PYT #1 & #2 did not prefer to do any of the cutting, so the other 3 of us worked together cutting while the youngsters did the writing. It was a good fit for the group.
So as it turns out, I don't hate my professor. She's a little silly, and I'm not going to invite her out to dinner at any time, but I can at least show her the respect that she has earned. She's fairly even keeled, and she continues to insist that there are NO stupid questions, despite the fact that she seems to be asked many marginally stupid questions each class period. Since she's a Dr., she has earned the right to be called such, and it annoys me to no end when the other students shout at her like she's a peer, "Hey! Miss Tanna? Wutz this say?"
Across the room. (or, Lady Em, if you're from the midwest you might say, "Acrosst the room") there was a lab group that NG couldn't handle. They, apparently, make his eye twitch. Rightfully so. While many of us do things like read our text books and look up words, these young girls simply yell, "Hey, Miss Tanna, How'chew spell that?" or, "Hey, Miss Tanna, Wutz that word?" or, my personal favorite, shouted at the top of their lungs, "huh!?! Say wha'?" Yes, that is the proper way to address at Professor at the college level, especially one who holds a Phd in Micro Biology. Sure sure, some people might go a different route, but this seems to work just fine.
On Dissection night, Mr Nice Guy turns to me and says, "You HAVE to name them on the blog. You HAVE to!" So, I thought long and hard on names, and finally, after last class, I realized I should just go with the simple route. So, without further ado, meet the "rest" of the class....
"Wha...?" and "Huh...?"
These two young ladies seem determined to find out if there IS in fact such a thing as a "stupid question" in the professor's eyes. I will chronicle their journey toward this goal over the next 8 weeks of A&PII.