Forget it.

So I was sending out a couple of emails today, and I wondered...

Have you ever been the last person part of an email sent out to a group? well, if you haven't then you need to make some friends...haha just kidding.

but seriously, being the last person part of an email sent out to a group can mean two different things...either the person forgot about you...and then remembered, or you're the least important friend of their group of friends...both of which I think is bad. Its kind of like saying:

Bob says:
yes, i'm going to invite robert, bill, frank, and mike......
Phil says:
what about Joe?
Bob says:
oh right, I almost forgot about him....well I guess I can invite him...

now wouldn't Joe feel bad?

so the next time you send out an email to a group of people, choose wisely as to who the last person on the send list is going to be...but you can always BCC them...which is rude in a way because then it'd seem as if you're embarassed that that person is your friend...I don't know - figure something out.

45 minutes and a cup of tea.

So its been a while...not been a while since i've written a blog, rather, its been a while since i've slept for atleast 8 hours one night. Last night was no exception; I started working at 7:30, snuck out to Tim Hortons with an old friend at 8:00, came back at around 9:00, then worked my ass off till 6 in the morning. I woke up at 6:45 because I was hungry and wanted to go to breakfast. Good times. Seriously...there is nothing more satisfying in life than to finish all of your work ahead of time and have the rest of the day free. But this isn't what im going to talk about...my main topic for today is "Tea..."

One thing I learned from attending a private school is that there are many types of tea. Before I joined the school, I went to my friend's house and they asked me if I wanted something to drink. I said, "yes please, i'd like some tea". They're like "what kind?" I said "lipton?". I made a mistake.

I finally learned that Lipton isn't a type of tea, its a brandname. Kinda funny actually because i've been making that mistake all my life. But still, what the hell is "English Breakfast Tea"? Its ridiculous because I had some of it today and it tasted no different from my "lipton". Lipton's good. Double Double I call it because I use two sugars and two creams...its a good ratio...but sometimes you have to change it depending on the size of the tea bag...if the tea-bag is too big then a double double will make the tea-bad. haha. Honestly though, "Peppermint Tea"? that just sounds a little disguisting. there's this philosophy that I follow - its called "Keep it simple stupid." (computer science teacher's philosophy) and thats exactly what people have to do...why mess around with your body by experimenting different flavours of tea? Different flavours of icecream = okay. Different flavours of candy = okay. Different flavours of tea? not okay. Anyhow, this blog is going absolutely no where, so I think im going to get back to my studying. This blog must be used for educational purposes only.

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Vegetables

There are some people in this world who sometimes just don't understand basic things...i agree calculus can be quite difficult at times, and even world issues like the oil prices rising can be confusing, but differentiating between a vegetarian and a non-vegetarian is quite the general knowledge that everyone should know.

So I was sitting at a coffee shop the other day, and was cherishing my latte, when one of my friends asked me about any dietary restrictions I may be involved with. I said yes, I have one main restriction...I am a vegetarian. This "friend" as he likes to call himself, then asked me if I ate fish.

No. I don't eat fish. Fish lives. It breathes through gills. I still consider it an animal even if it lives under water. No exception. I don't eat seafood. If you dip a chicken in water, is it now considered sea food? No. Then why the hell would a vegetarian consider fish a vegetable? Can you plant a seed and make it grow into a fish? I hope not.

It gets worse. Another one of my friends then asked me if I drank milk. Big Mistake.

I'm not lactose intolerant. I drink milk, in fact, four times a day. I like it in chocolate, and sometimes I even make it into a milkshake.

I love the fact that vegetarianism can become a competition. Right after I mentioned that I was in fact a vegetarian, my friend pointed out that another one of his friends was vegan.

A vegan is simply a guy who can't eat animals, or anything that comes from them. Basically, no milk, no eggs, no meat. Okay, thanks for telling me that your friend is a more intense synonym of what I am.

Haha I think im going to end this little rant here, hope you enjoyed it. I sure enjoyed writing it.

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Buzzer Beater

So I was thinking one day; technology is advancing very quickly. Laptops are getting smaller, cell phones and mp3 players are getting smaller, and even PEOPLE are getting smaller. And by that I am not making fun of short people, rather, I’m simply stating that this generation of children are quite small. I saw a troop of seventh graders the other day, and they were all about 4′6 - 4′7. And by no means was this a coincidence; it was meant to be. They were playing basketball too which made me think “damn. so short people can play basketball. I do have hope.” Anyways, this isn’t what my blog is going to be about.
Back to advancing technologies. Did you know that there are many drinks these days that state not only the expiry date but also the expiry time? I mean, it really freaks me out. I was at a school fair (International Service Fair) the other day and I was thirsty. Its that time of year, where the sun shines brighter than ever and global warming gives you a huge smile. Anyways, I decided to get a bottle of orange juice, and to my surprise it had not only a date of expiry, but also time of expiry. It was going to expire at 20:03 that very day. I looked observed the clock and it was 19:58. I like buzzer beaters. The bottle contained 330 mL of juice. 1 minute sounded good. I waited until 20:02. I drank rapidly but left some juice behind just for kicks. The clock struck 20:03 and I raised the bottle to observe the remaining juice. No bubbles, no colour change, no chemical reactions due to oxygen/nitrogen/other gases in air. No spontaneous combustion. I decided to drink the rest but something inside of me told me “Gautam. Don’t drink the juice. It’s expired. If you drink it…you’ll expire.” I felt like a champion. I had just seen Orange Juice expire. Now I bet everyone of you who are reading this has never seen anything expire.
Technology is advancing fast: 100 years ago they would’ve said “this drink will expire sometime next week. Smell before you drink.”
Yup, thats it for today. Hope you enjoyed it.

Medical Term of the Moment: medterms.comKidney Stone: A stone in the kidney (or lower down in the urinary tract).

“Sticks and stones can break your bones, but kidney stones can kill you.”

End.

This is it; my last blog of the school year, and i’m going to try and make it unique. In fact, i’m going to bring in some of my personal experiences…and share it. Hope you don’t laugh at me, and instead…laugh with me. (even if its not funny…it’ll make me feel good)
I was playing basketball the other day and I was making all of my shots. That same day when I was sleeping, I had a dream that a bird shat on me. Then I realized…bird crap may be a lucky charm. (not the cereal…trust me…)
I was wearing cologne the other day…which made me think. Do I really want to smell like Calvin Klein? Or do I want to smell like Gautam? I mean, he doesn’t want to smell like me…why do I want to smell like him? Then again…who doesn’t want to smell like me?-I smell amazing.
I had to go shopping the other day and I saw a product - it was on sale. Beside the “Sale” was a smilie face. Then I wondered…would smilie faces have the same effect if they had a nose? Think about it…and draw a smilie face without a nose…it won’t look that happy anymore. This made me think even further…what if people didn’t have noses? would they be happier?
This is going no where…i know.

This is a shoutout to some of my friends who are leaving this year…be it going to university, or back to Mexico, or wherever.

A.K

W.T

M.V

B.C

J.C

T.S

Have a good summer people! and remember…kabhi alvida na kehna.

English

Back in the day- 11 odd years ago when I was still a kid, it all started; I was an immigrant from India, and I hadn’t been in Canada long enough. I don’t know what it was about it, but my accent in 2nd grade caused curiosity amongst my peers. One young chap had the courage to ask me if I spoke English, and much to my delight I did. I responded by saying “yes I do.” Thinking back, I could’ve said many other things honestly, rather than simply “yes I do.” Since this lad was not from Canada either, I could have said “hey! you’re an immigrant too, and i’m not complaining!” Luckily I didn’t say that. I would have probably have had to repeat second grade…not that I avoided it.
Yes, I repeated second grade; they said I was too young to go into third grade, but something tells me that they’re lying. Seeing I was too smart for second grade, they should’ve bumped me up. I mean, I got 98% on my IQ test and all. Maybe i'm just too cool for third grade...- but I’ll save that story for a later date.
My point is…if you’re an immigrant, don’t make fun of other immigrants. It’s not nice. I remember another story; this one was in grade 3 - the very next year in a different school though. Some kid (of asian descent), came up to me, and in a goofy accent asked “do you speak like this?”. I obviously said “no I dont.” And I didn’t! I swear. But yeah, thinking back to that situation, i’m pretty sure someone had asked him the same question before…Ironically me and this guy became pretty good friends and played basketball together.
To conclude, i’d like to say that immigrants are amazing basketball players.

Medical Word of the Moment: medterms.comZygoma: The part of the temporal bone of the skull that forms the prominence of the cheek.

Billy: Hey! You’re zygoma is swollen.
Bobby: Nope, I just have candy stuffed in my cheek.
*Billy punches Bobby’s face*
Billy: What about now? Is it swollen now Bobby?
Bobby runs home crying.
Billy: I feel like having some candy, but then again, it’ll get stuck in one side of my zygoma.

Greener.

We were learning about the Domain theory in physics today. I was hungry though, and I had lunch next. I started thinking about the Vegetable Lo Mein theory. That seemed better than physics, tastes better then physics, and after eating, I would probably learn better than when I am in physics. Honestly, it is one of the courses in which you can’t learn that well.
On another note, someone today pointed something out to me. White people want to get darker, and dark people want to get whiter. This is a marvelous example of “the grass is always greener on the other side”. Do you not find it weird that in countries such as India, they have facial cream that makes you whiter? Have you ever seen a tanning place in India? nope. What about in Canada? Have you ever seen facial cream that makes you whiter? I don’t think so.
To conclude, I have just proven that the “Grass is always greener on the other side.”

Medical Word of the Moment: medterms.com
Tylosis: A callus or thickening.

Billy: Hey! Look at that guy; he’s going through tylosis.
Bobby: Yeah. he’s becoming thicker and thicker every second.
Billy: yeah. thats mean. Go home Bobby.
Bobby: Yes sir.

Angry

So I decided to take a break from studying because it got boring; or did studying decide to take a break from me because I got boring? whatever the case, i’m not studying right now.
Just a couple of minutes ago I was thinking of something - why is it that when a person gets angry, they are said to have “gotten up from the wrong side of the bed.” And i’ve noticed that when that phrase is said, one gets even more angry. Did they get up from the wrong side of the bed twice? Now here’s an experiment for people who like adventures - what if you go back up to your bed right now and lie down for a minute and get back up - but this time get up from the other side of the bed (not the side you got up from this morning). Comprende?
Here’s a second situation…for people who are always angry…this type of person is obviously getting up from the wrong side of the bed everyday; from this I can conclude one thing - that their bed is pushed up against a wall, so there is only one side you can get up from…the WRONG SIDE!!! interesting thought eh.
Now in some places they don’t have beds; people sleep on the ground. I’m telling you one thing - these guys are the happiest people considering they can never get up from the wrong side…unless of course they some how “wake down” instead of “waking up”. Unfortunately these guys do get angry…but because they get back pains from sleeping on the ground.
You know, when you go to stores to buy beds…I feel they should label them; they should have an arrow point towards the “wrong” side, and one pointing towards the “right” side. They should also have a warning label posted on the bed - “Caution. Waking up from the wrong side of the bed may cause severe rage, anger, and even depression.” Yeah, I agree, this has been a pretty pointless post.

Medical Word of the Moment: medterms.comMutagen: Something capable of causing a gene-change. Among the known mutagens are radiation, certain chemicals and some viruses.

Billy: Look at all that radiation Bob!

Bobby: Yeah. I heard radiation is a mutagen.

Billy: I think you’re right. Kids, don’t go near radiation.

Bobby: Yeah. You’ll suddenly have 3 eyes, 3 noses, 4 ears, and maybe even no friends.

Billy: Wow. thats extreme.

Bobby: yeah.

This.

It’s an interesting world this. So many things happen so fast and basically, time flies when your having fun. I’m sorry, this isn’t going to be one of the funny posts that I usually write, instead, its going to be a little educational and motivational. Firstly, there are 3 types of people in this world; people who give up, people who win, and people who don’t care. What type of person are you? People who give up usually try once, and then immediately give up if they don’t succeed. People who win, usually just win; and people who don’t care, frankly, they are probably going no where. But the thing is, people who always win don’t learn anything. They don’t know how to handle a loss. Thats why I introduced a fourth type of person - people who may lose at first, but still learn much more than people who usually win. Remember, its not about how hard you can hit; it’s about how hard you can get hit and still move on.
Sorry for the boring post.

Medical Term of the Moment: medterms.com
Rossi Counter: An instrument used to measure the energy deposited by radiation in microscopic sites such as cells. Named for its creator Harald H. Rossi (1917-2000), a radiobiophysicist who contributed much to our ability to measure minute amounts of ionizing radiation and their effects on living things.

“Hey! That guy is carrying a Rossi Counter. Lets get him fella’s.”

365.

There are 365 days in one year. This is equal to 52 weeks, 12 months, or basically one hell of a year. This year has not been a great one, and I’m not saying that because I simply want to complain – I’m saying that out of anger. If it wasn’t for the “n” number of things that has gone wrong today…I’d be perfectly fine!
But you know what folks…you just have to deal with days like these. Let’s do some math right now. 365 good days, minus 1 bad day = 364 good days. Now we need to find the 3rd derivative of the slope of the tangent of the number of good days in order to graph the y intercept that is reflected by the vertical asymptote. What does that mean? I have no clue. But you know what…if you find me the answer to that question, I guarantee that all of you will have an amazing rest of the year; trust me…there is nothing more satisfying in life than an epiphany – a revelation.
So I was down by the lake today with a bunch of friends…yes, a bunch meaning more than 1. What was good was that we saw a family of ducks floating along the meniscus of the lake. What wasn’t good was that minutes later…a duckling disappeared (the last time something like this happened was when one of my friend’s was hungry). Oh well – and then I found my friend aiming stones at birds…this was mean…and I wanted to aim stones at him. But I’m not mean so I didn’t. But if I ever catch him swimming, I’ll make sure I get a family of ducks to throw stones at him. After all, anything and everything is possible…except for the fact that I know where I’m going with my blogs. I actually don’t. So I’m stopping this one now.
Have a good day.

Medical Term of the Moment: medterms.comMydriasis: Dilation of the pupils induced by eyedrops. The opposite of miosis.

Billy: You see that guy around the corner?
Bobby: Nope.
Billy: Well then, have these eyedrops.
Bobby: Okay. Hmm…Mydriasis drops? What does Mydriasis mean?
Billy: Well Bobby, haven’t you been reading the Medical Term of the Moment from Gautam’s Blog?
Bobby: nope, but I will now. Thanks for the information. I have to go now, bye.
Billy waits alone counting the decreasing number of ducks.

Once upon a time...

So I was just recalling my childhood. Now I’m not talking about 5-10 years ago…im talking more like 12 years ago. One distinct thing I remember was how I was taught the different colours in art. It involved a lot of poetry:
Yellow, yellow, dirty fellow.White, white, ready to fight.Black, black, cut some slack.et cetera.
If its lame, it’ll work. This is lame, this worked. I find myself reciting this many a times when I forget what a colour’s name is…whats the colour again? its kinda like blue but not really…I think it starts with a R…no wait, im thinking of something else…anyways.
I also remember a very, very Indianized version of the alphabet nursey rhyme:
A, B, C, D, E, F, G…….H, I, J, K, LMNOP……..LMNOP, Q, R, S, T…….U, V, W…X, Y, Z…….X, Y, Z…sugar on the bread……If you don’t like it…go to bed…..
Weird huh…the last verse also emphasizes the starvation of little children/the illiterate, who may be reciting that. Go to bed if you don’t like sugar on your bread -go sleep without having dinner. Since we’re already on the topic, i’d like to take this opportunity and ask a simple question -> does alphabet soup have the same effect on the illiterate as it does on kids? anyways…
Since I just realized that I’m going no where with this blog, I’m going to finish off in a good note. Kids, always eat alphabet soup. Also, learn to like sugar on bread. It actually tastes pretty good.


Medical Term of the Moment: medterms.comAnaptic: Suffering from an impaired sense of touch, (a state called anaphia) or tactile anesthesia.

Billy: You see that guy around the corner? I think he’s anaptic.Bobby: Maybe thats why it didn’t hurt you huh? because you can’t feel his punches.Billy: It actually hurts a little bit…I need to see a doctor.

House. Friend's House.

I had quite the trouble thinking of a name for this article…so I randomly made one up. Anyways, back to the blog. Have you ever wondered why the first thing that is asked of you when you go to a friend’s house is when you have to go back?
Billy rings door bell.Bobby answers door: “hi Billy!”Billy says: “Hi!”Bobby replies: “So what time do you have to go back?”
In such a situation, the “So what time do you have to go back?” is a very polite way of asking, “how long do I have to tolerate you in my house?” From then onwards, everything the host says is opposite of what he really means…unless of course it’s a birthday party. In birthday parties…the guy who invited you WANTS you to come; not because you’re a nice person, but because they WANT MORE GIFTS! you know it.
Thats why they should’ve created the proportional party rule:The number of friends you are allowed to invite is proportional to your age.
This means that if you’re 6th months old…you’re a loner. If you’re 2 years old, you’re allowed to call two friends. 3, then 3. 30, then 30. get the drift?
I’m not going anywhere with this blog, so I think it’s a good time to digress.

Medical Word of the Moment: medterms.comEmesis: Vomiting.

Billy: You see that guy around the corner? he’s my emesis.Bobby: You mean nemesis…but I guess he does look like vomit.

Lots of Work? or is it...Lots of Doesn't Work?

Crappy name? well, there’s a crappy situation that goes with it. So I was thinking…why do we have so much work this week? is it just me or do teachers really like to sabotage their students’ lives? I mean, I have 4 major assignments due this week, and no teacher has stepped up and felt bad; and mind you, this isn’t even about procrastination…i’ll save that for later. In fact, if I was really procrastinating, I wouldn’t even be writing this blog now…i’d be thinking I have my whole life to write it.
By now, you’d be thinking what the hell I’m writing this blog for…and I don’t blame you because that’s exactly what I’m thinking at the moment. In fact, I’m just here to complain about my workload; so with all due respect, im going to rant about some useless subjects they teach in school.
English: why? are we not speaking english in our other classes? why do we need to analyze books that are older than us? Isn’t that rude?
History: why do we bother learning about stuff that happened in the past? what has happened has happened, and now we need to move on…stop reminding me of bad memories…
Instead, I feel we should just eliminate these subjects from our curriculum and learn like cooking. It’s very useful…no stress…quantitative and qualitative abilities required…as well as following proper algorithms. Make sense? if it doesn’t, then I don’t blame you because even I don’t know what I’m writing about.
Thanks for wasting 2.32 minutes of your life

Medical Term of the Moment: medterms.comHypnic jerk: The common normal phenomenon of jerking awake, usually accompanied by a feeling of falling, just as one is drifting off to sleep. Also called a sleep jerk or sleep start.

Billy says: “You see that guy around the corner? He’s such a hypnic jerk.”
Bobby says: “you mean, that guy wakes up when he falls?”
Billy says: “no I mean he’s an idiot.”
Bobby says: “I got it. He’s just a jerk.”
Billy says: “yup. but mine sounds cooler.”
Bobby says: “okay”
Billy says: “yeah. I have to go. bye”
Bobby says: “bye”
Bobby waits alone in the middle of no where, looking to see if he can befriend anyone, anything, even a bug.

What happens when a foreign Indian goes to India?

So what happens to a foreign Indian when he goes to india? Well, heres the thing; there are two types of foreign indians, as I have learned: an NRI (Non-Resident Indian) and a PIO (Person of Indian Origin), the latter unofficially being me. I’m not going to talk about them. I am going to talk about Indians who have lost all mental connections to India. Nothing special happens to them when they go to India except getting ripped off. Using their broken Indian dialects, they try and bargain, not knowing that they in fact, are requesting an increase in price. This is why, to all of you NRI’s and PIO’s, don’t buy from people who have a smile and accept your bargain. Anyways, I’ve been to India many-a-times this past decade, and I feel I have a fairly decent understanding of their principles. Sleeping on the floor can give you a bad back pain, but believe me, it’s worth it when you see yourself standing more straight up in the morning. This shows confidence. A foreign Indian may be of a better build than a typical Indian, but this difference is miniscule compared to the intellectual abilities and cape-abilities that a normal Indian has. A normal Indian CAN and WILL outsmart you in any and every single waypossible.
So you start up a normal conversation about basketball - “did you know that the backboard is very useful when shooting?” you ask. “yes, but it looks best when the angle you shoot at is 45 degrees on the dot.” he replies.
A typical foreign Indian, in my opinion is very confused about India, unless of course they have good cultural experience as a child. Otherwise a term called “white washed” comes into play. This term can be defined as one who is thoroughly influenced by the Caucasian culture. When a person of this type goes to India the first time, I theorize that it wont be fun. But believe me kids, if you go to india as a “white washed” indian, you will returnas an “indian based” american.
Cheers,Gautam
PS: I’m going to incorporate a medical “word of the moment” everytime i write a blog.

God's Games

Yes. The name says it all. God plays games with people all the time. Have you ever wondered why:
1. You put your earphones in your pockets, and they come out tangled?2. You need to go to the bathroom right at the best part of a movie?3. When you really need something you can never find it?4. You forget everything you learned right before starting to write a test?
I bet you after reading those questions, you’re first reaction was like “what the hell?”. That was my first reaction too until they started happening to me…except for #4. that only happens sometimes…but I still pull of a miracle. Pointless post, but I was bored.

Medical Term of the Moment: MedTerms.comPathogenic - Causing disease or capable of doing it.
“you see that guy around the corner? I think he’s pathogenic…”

Burn!

Yup, the name says it all - Burn! You might be wondering to what i'm referring this term to; well, it's my tongue. I just burnt my tongue. Other than that, I have also realized that in my residence, there are no working power outlets other than in the hallway and of course, in our rooms and the common room. Simply put - the bathroom outlets don't work.
So I was in the mood for some nice hot cup of hot chocolate - but I didn't have all the necessary equipment to make one. I did have "Land Lakes - Cocoa Classics - Classic Dark Chocolate Hot Cocoa Mix" which I just realized IS ARTIFICIALLY FLAVORED when I was typing its name, and I also had a mug. You can tell I like chocolate, as long as it's NOT ARTIFICIALLY FLAVORED. Anyways, I was in need of a kettle. Finding a kettle is like finding an Italian resteraunt - you find the best ones in Italy. So I looked for a kettle in a room where people love and make the best noodles. I asked one person and he said the kettle was in the bathroom. As I walked across their room to get it, I saw that the door was shut and the lights on. I asked myself; "Do I really want a kettle that has been with someone in the bathroom?" Not at all.
I resorted to plan B. Instead of exploring and experimenting with the best noodle making kettles, I asked my neighbor for his, and to my delight, he agreed to lend it to me. And then was the bathroom incident - no outlets worked. I literally wasted 10 minutes trying to make this kettle work. I had to move on.
Plan C. I make it somewhere safe and private where no one would ask for some hot chocolate (if they ask, for some reason I can't say no); a place with a door and a working outlet. Something like a room, but no, we're not allowed to have kettles in our room. I really wanted some hot chocolate.
So 5 minutes later, I find myself sipping a cup of artificially flavored hot chocolate and typing this story away. And I wondered, why would they have 22 power outlets in the bathroom beside each other? Is it just a mere coincidence that all of them don't work? or is it meant to be? Someone call the X-Files.
Hope you enjoyed it.

Super Heroes

I got up this morning, and wondered, what happened to that era where all of these powerful super heroes were being introduced? spiderman, batman, superman, x-men, etc...I agree, thinking about this is quite a waste of time and energy, but hey, what else could I do during my first period spare? it was too early to work, and too late to sleep. Anyways, I just found out that they're introducing a new superhero - skate ranger. And then I realized why; people are running out of ideas.
In my opinion, I feel that these days, those old fashioned "cape wearing" super heroes have disappeared, and the modern day tv show heroes are taking over. I think that Alan Shore from "The Practice" or Dr. House from "House M.D" can easliy be super heroes. Alan Shore has the power to outwit and outtalk anyone from this world and possibly another, and Dr. House can save anyone with any diagnosed disease whenever he wants. "The Lawyer with a Cape, or SuperDoctor".
Anyways, the above opinion is pointless and I should warn you that more of these pointless points will be posted.
Check back soon.

Open Heart Surgery

This morning I got up and wondered, looking out the window - hmm, if it were to snow today, then it would be a snow day - quite a useless thought, but nonetheless, I was hopeful. It didn't snow, and it wasn't a snow day. But still, it was freezing. Anyways, enough of the weather report, there were bigger tasks for me today - like the dissection of a sheep's heart...
To let you guys know, I am a vegetarian, and I have never previously cut any meat in my life; and to start off by cutting a sheeps heart, somewhat demoralized me in a way. So I ran off to my biology class and to my surprise, I was the first one...its either no one wanted to dissect the heart, or I was just in the wrong class. Anyhow, there was a tray (the same type of trays from our Dining Hall, but labelled "science" ), with many hearts on it. The teacher told me to pick one...i didn't quite know how to determine which heart was better, so my partner chose a random one. In my opinion, its like picking a banana...never pick the green ones.
During the incision, I felt like I was doing an open heart surgery, just the heart without blood, or an open chest. We had to cut right through the center, almost like cutting a strawberry in half. It was cool, and smelly. People who know me know that I'm a little paranoid - something inside of me kept telling me that the heart was going to start pumping again...which is why I cut some of the major parts of the heart out...to ensure that there was no possible way. I don't think I was supposed to do that part.
It was fun, I stuck my finger into the heart and I could see it through one of the arteries...soon to realize that my glove had a hole in it. In fact, I was having so much fun, I wanted to take a picture with this heart; but then again, i'll get plenty more opportunities when I become a doctor (maybe not, if I become a dentist).
I had lunch next.
Well then...i'll see you guys later. I bet you, you were bored reading this. Hope not.