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.