Post by Roz Voclain on Aug 19, 2016 16:14:29 GMT -6
Ah, biology class! The bane of every high schooler with a week stomach. Roz had nothing against the subject for the most part. It wasn't exactly difficult. Sure, the teacher was a bit eccentric, but at least that made the class more interesting. She actually liked most of the information, too. Knowing this basic stuff was definitely going to help her prepare for studying forensic science in college. And yet, there was one activity, however, that Roz had dreaded since she first signed up for the class.
Disection.
The word alone made the young girl's skin crawl. Seeing a dead thing was bad enough you, actually having to touch it and...Ick! Cutting people up might be in her blood, but that didn't stop Roz's stomach from tangling itself into uncomfortable knots. She'd have to deal with dead buddies and guts eventually, she knew. So, she tried and executably failed to keep the look of horrified disgust off her face as her teacher handed her a tray with a slimy toad corpse right in the center.
Luckily, she wouldn't have to face this trial alone. Unluckily, she didn't get to choose who struggled beside her. The teacher had assigned them partners for this wonderful activity. Roz really couldn't tell if that made things better or worse.
Smelly frog in hand, Roz turned and headed back to the lab table where her partner waited with scalpels and other sharp metal tools. She dropped the tray on the table as if it would burn her if she held it any longer. Nose scrunched up, she tried her best to force a smile as she looked up at her partner. "So, uh...you want to start?"
Disection.
The word alone made the young girl's skin crawl. Seeing a dead thing was bad enough you, actually having to touch it and...Ick! Cutting people up might be in her blood, but that didn't stop Roz's stomach from tangling itself into uncomfortable knots. She'd have to deal with dead buddies and guts eventually, she knew. So, she tried and executably failed to keep the look of horrified disgust off her face as her teacher handed her a tray with a slimy toad corpse right in the center.
Luckily, she wouldn't have to face this trial alone. Unluckily, she didn't get to choose who struggled beside her. The teacher had assigned them partners for this wonderful activity. Roz really couldn't tell if that made things better or worse.
Smelly frog in hand, Roz turned and headed back to the lab table where her partner waited with scalpels and other sharp metal tools. She dropped the tray on the table as if it would burn her if she held it any longer. Nose scrunched up, she tried her best to force a smile as she looked up at her partner. "So, uh...you want to start?"
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