More dissection...
At my school, the biology and maths departments were housed in the same block, maths on the ground floor, biology on the first. The block itself was next to the chapel lawns, and overlooked a convergence of three paths, leading to various boarding houses, to the chapel, and towards the centre of the town, where more of the school buildings were situated. As you can imagine, when lessons changed over, these paths could get quite busy, with various kids entering/leaving the building, going to and from their houses, and buggering off to other lessons elsewhere.

Friday afternoons meant a double biology session for me; this particular afternoon we were dissecting pig's hearts. Working in pairs, I'd teamed up with a slightly crazy-eyed boy called Will, who could be very sweet, but rather unpredictable. Peering at our heart, I was diligently trying to cut a delicate notch into the aorta with my scalpel. Will leaned past me and opened the window, so I assumed he was feeling a bit overcome by the whole process.

Will turned to the heart, and quickly hacked off a large chunk of dark red, tough raw muscle. I just watched him, thinking that his dissection technique left a lot to be desired. He looked at me and in a low, calm voice, simply said "duck". I ducked, and he picked up the chunk of heart and lobbed it out of the window. Onto the path below. Where nearly a hundred children were milling around as they changed classes.

As the sounds of screaming and retching drifted into our classroom through the open window, Will looked at me and smiled, a far-away look in his eyes.
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Fri 30 Jan 2009, 14:58, 4 replies)

Ha ha ha ha ha!
That is bloody brilliant! There's always one slightly strange kid in the class when it comes to the more.... messy elements of Biology. This sort of thing reminds me why I loved dissection! There's nothing like decaying animal parts to fuel adolescent imaginations.... sheeps eyes on pencils spring to mind......
(Fredz A graveyard of hopes, a dump of ambition, Fri 30 Jan 2009, 15:04, closed)

I worry,
Rather a lot, that I was the "slightly strange kid in the class".

Oh well!

I liked dissection so much that I did it for three more years at Uni :D
( Cawl, Fri 30 Jan 2009, 15:16, closed)

Yeah....
But then again so was I.... Hence the aforementioned "stick a pair of sheeps eyes on pencils, hold them above your head and pretend to be an alien" games...... (EDIT) - Lesson learned. Sheeps eyes are oozy
(Fredz A graveyard of hopes, a dump of ambition, Fri 30 Jan 2009, 15:24, closed)

Last year
We did something similar. They had serious discipline problems at our school (mostly the fault of the dickhead headmaster). They used to "solve" the problems by sending lower school kids (year 9,10 and 11) into 6th form lessons. For some reason we used to get a lot of them in our biology lessons.

Even when we were dissecting stuff.

We had one girl who was being a gobby little shit while we were trying to get on with our amateur butchery. But it turned out that she didn't like the look of it. AT ALL.

We managed to surround her with so many bits of blood and gristle that she couldn't move from her seat. She just sat there, sobbing gently, while our biology teacher quite failed to see anything.

We liked him.
( MatJ LOOK, Fri 30 Jan 2009, 16:13, closed)