Thursday, 14 April, 2011

It started with a dead bird

One hot day in Texas, I was walking home around the dusty baseball diamond from school with a couple of my friends.  We arrived at where our flats where but on the sidewalk something caught our eye.

Red guts and blue feathers!  It was a dead, rotting bird!  Some flies were swarming around it and we were all sort of grossed out.

So I was what, like 5 at the time?  I had never been a morbid kid (seriously!), but I was really fascinated by the dead bird.  I had never seen guts and intestines and stuff like that before in my life and I was just so fascinated by it for some weird reason.

And now I'm planning to become a doctor...I guess our present is often shaped - directly or indirectly - by some of our earliest childhood memories and experiences.

I also had such an incredibly amazing time dissecting a fetal pig in Grade 11 as well as sheep eyes in Grade 12.

During a summer camp as a kid, we also examined owl pellets and looked at the little rat teeth and whatever the owls didn't digest.

For some weird reason, I took one home in my pocket...Mom wasn't so impressed!  I don't think it's that I have a macabre obsession with body parts and stuff, but I just find anatomy and the body SO fascinating.

Can you tell that I'm excited for human anatomy in third or fourth year? :)

2 comments (thanks! I love 'em):

  1. You took an owl pellet home in your pocket? Lol, I just had to laugh at that!

    You only do anatomy in 3rd or 4th year? I'm guessing that's still part of the pre-med degree, right?

    You are also totally right, anatomy is AWESOME!

    :-)

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  2. Yes I did! Who didn't?? Hehe...

    And yes, we do...we have a very weird program at my university. We have to take so many weird courses and the order of everything is really messed up. But anatomy sounds so cool! Can't wait ;)

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