RIP Piggy

Hello world!

Throughout the last few days, guess what I did in Biology? The week both dreaded and loved! The week that strengthens or weakens those who are squeamish! The week that could change your life! That's right! DISSECTIONS! *crowd cheering and booing at the same time, while some random person on the side is throwing up* Even better is what we were cutting up! A fetal pig! *same crowd, but now more people are groaning in nausea* The teacher (whom I had originally thought of as cool, now just is "eh") said that when pigs go to the slaughterhouse, they are-well-slaughtered. But if any females were PREGNANT, they take the baby out just before it is born (THEN kill the mom), and then use it for dissections at schools, such as ours. Oh great.

For four days, we spent time with the exact same pig. The first day, just examining the outside. The second day, cutting into the lower half of the body, displaying most of the organs. The third day, cutting between the rib cages to see the heart and lungs. The fourth day, cutting into the neck to see the stuff in the throat.

One of the things that made me sad during it was that over time, it was noticeable how much frailer our pig became. I mean, of course it was dead, so why wouldn't it? But what I was seeing was that every day the skin became a little saggier and the limbs not as firm as when we first took it out of the bag. I was watching a pig, who was dead, already making me feel bad, and then just watching it become more and more dead, if that makes sense. Of course, cutting into it felt worse, but eventually it was something I just had to do. I had insisted throughout that I wanted to avoid damaging the organs or rearranging them to my partners (who of course felt the need to try to break its toes and poke holes in things. Stupid insensitive boys.), mainly because I didn't know if we would get in trouble, but also because it still felt wrong, even if they kept arguing that the pig wouldn't feel anything since it's dead already. If I was to be dissected after dying, I don't think I'd appreciate teenage boys literally breaking my heart, would you?

All in all, I don't plan to eat pork in a while, and I am sure I will never be as squeamish in the future as I might've been if I didn't do this. Honestly, I didn't feel nauseous or anything during all of it. I just mainly felt bad about it, but had to suck it up. I only complained maybe once a day about how wrong it felt, of course getting no sympathy from the boys aforementioned.

...On a lighter note, it was the 15th of May a few days ago, which meant that I was to wear my tie. I wasn't very sure where my tie was, having assumed I wouldn't find it at the moment, considering most of my belongings haven't been unpacked. (I miss my headphones so much!) So as alternative, I wore a different one that belonged to him, but was being held onto by my sister. It was an awesome Spongebob tie, since she got some of his novelty ties. (He collects them...) I also didn't know where my shirts that are APPROPRIATE for ties were, so I wore one that my mom had, although it seemed a little weird to go with that tie, since the shirt was a cream color and shiny, and just looked fancy, then was paired with freaking Spongebob. I wore it to school anyways, and got plenty of compliments. (Including from one guy who was trying to set me up with his friend Christian. I kinda hope Future Me remembers that ...interesting experience.)

Of course, I found my tie the next day in my closet. *facepalm* Oh well, will have to save it for next month. (Wow, amazing that it's been 5 months since Niisan left for his mission!) (I plan to call him that at times from this point on, due to liking Japanese words and loving Alphonse.)

'Awkward' in Japanese is kimazui.

I dare you to use it to purposefully make a situation awkward. I DOUBLE-DARE you. I DOUBLE-DOG-DARE YOU. I TRIPLE-DOG-DARE YOU. Now you have to do it. *evil laugh*