THE FIRST YEAR:
The beautiful teacher comes in, holds the hands of the hero, and teaches him some art, isn't it? Well, in my case, it was the art of cutting up someone's hand (dead guy of course) and the hero was the greatest one I could ever have: me!!! But mind you, the teacher was, oops is, (still) beautiful. It's a different thing her husband yelled at us the next day for cutting out all the tendons of the same (unfortunate) hand thinking them to be something else. The couple, my first group teachers, deserves a blog to themselves and please remind write on them later.
A great many of you have seen bones being cut with electric saws in gory films. But believe me, without electric saws, it's a very difficult job- took us almost a week to open up the skull and take out the brain. Gives you the creeps, right? Thinking of graves and grave-robbers? Then just imagine how we felt when we discovered that the brain we took out with so much effort was stolen by another group. *@#*@ ^%%$#&@*!!!!
The hero is always the volunteer, right? I was roll number 2, and roll number 1 being a girl, I was always the hero (read involuntary volunteer) in physiology- be it to donate 2mL blood (little less than the usual amount of blood donation) or be the subject whereon to exhibit jerks. You know the jerks jerk around a rubber hammer and hammer you to jerk the part of the body they hammer on. My "reflexes" were not involuntary as my volunteering but could be considered a defensive reflex against incessant hammering of my then-doctor-to-be-friends!
Of course, how can a film succeed without some sizzling chemistry? Naturally most of the sizzling came from the girls with hot test-tubes being washed under cold water. Often there would be a rush to get a sample of some urine before it ran out. Yup, some samples of urine had eggs mixed in them so that we could test them for proteins!
THE SECOND YEAR:
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