summer classes are dumb
Especially if you are taking my Anatomy and Physiology class. Seriously. It starts at 8am and goes til 12. I had a test yesterday and have another one tomorrow. I have 3 labs a week that last 3 hours each. Yesterday my lab went from 10 to about 3, because there was like 10 billion things to do, and it took forever. I hate that class. My teacher is crazy. Today she said that if you get a tear in your intestines, it could be deathly or even fatal. She also told us a story about her sister’s horse getting stuck in a fence and slicing its flank and having to give it shots every day, and the way her sister kept it still so that she could give it a shot was to bite its ear. She was also telling us about studies people do on feces (she had to tell us that it was poop…seriously, by college you should have a large enough vocabulary to know what feces is), where they stick turds in an oven and bake them til they are dry, and then examine them. I guess poop is like 35-40% bacteria, thats why little amounts can make you really sick. Then she told us a lonnnnnggg story about how her sister is such a good chef and went to some “prestigious” culinary arts school and barely anyone washes their hands after they go to the bathroom. Seriously, “culinary arts” schools are retarded…it isnt art, its freaking cooking, and just making it look fancy. The whole thing is a joke…I could make that crap they show on the food channel. But anyways, she always tells these awful stories all the time that have barely anything to do with the topic. It annoys me to death. Like today she told us this long, detailed, boring story about how her dad had a wooden boat and he always had to fight the worms so they wouldnt eat holes in it and they’d all go sailing and there was 7 in their family and sometimes they’d bring other families and they are all smashed on this little boat and bleh bleh bleh they’d pull into the marina by a yacht and the rich people were drinking their martinis and they looked skanky in their little wooden boat with towels all over it and her dad’s head always got burned and the whole piece of skin on top of his bald head would peel off. All of that just to show that you can pull big pieces off skin off yourself because of our topic, connective tissue. This class SUCKS. I know more about cells and skin and tissues than Ive ever wanted to know.
Yesterday I donated plasma and hit the jackpot. When you donate in the month of July you get a scratch off card, and mine said YOU WIN, so I got to pick a prize. I had the choice of a keychain flashlight, a tape measure flashlight, or a “big ol’ cup” that says something about donating plasma on it. I chose the cup, I figured that would be most useful. After you win, you fill the back out with your address and stuff and put it in a drawing box to win a plasma screen tv. If you didnt catch it, that is supposed to be clever; the slogan they are using for this promotion is “Plasma for Plasma!”. So I left the center with a super cup, $30 bucks richer.
I saw a funny thing the other day. I was checking out at the grocery store and a very skinny young blonde lady is in line behind me with: a pint of icecream, diuretics, and laxatives.