We Transformed Biology Into a Comedy of Errors
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The Unexpected Shift in School
We all thought we had a grasp on what school was about. Endless homework, papers, and the treacherous social ladder, filled with trivia that barely stuck in our minds. But then everything changed. We were handed sharp instruments and jars containing the deceased.
The pungent odor of preservative lingered in the air. I can still visualize the frog laid out before me, its limbs spread wide, and my moment of dread when I decapitated my fetal pig, questioning my own morality. But looking around, I saw my classmates doing the same, and suddenly I felt a sense of belonging. “I’m not a monster,” I reassured myself, “I’m just fitting in.”
The Eccentric Classmate
And then there was Tom, a fan of death metal. Clad in black and dragging a lengthy wallet chain, he often sat so still he appeared lifeless until, out of nowhere, he’d erupt into one of his infamous antics.
Picture this: we were at our biology tables, dissecting creatures like peeling fruit, while Mr. Martin maintained a safe distance. One of us would chant