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I tell you this: if I make it though this anatomy course without my brain exploding from the sheer number of words and facts and images I am going to have to cram into it, it will be a miracle. A miracle that will result in me feeling smugly well-educated, as though waltzing into a cocktail party and casually listing the features of the C1 vertebra is going to win me any friends at all.
Fahye: *in highly put-upon tones* Today we did the vertebral column! In 50 minutes! All of it.
Mum: There, there.
Fahye: This is possibly the one week of my life where having a father who is a spine surgeon could actually benefit me academically. So of course he is in India being world-famous and knowledgable about spines to other people.
Mum: Well, he has a plastic model of the spine at his office, we could go and get that. And we also own an entire set of bones that could help you study for the practical exam.
Fahye: ...oh.
Mum: *enters Dad's study and emerges moments later with a plastic baggie full of, yes, vertebrae* Here you go! They're numbered and everything!
Fahye: *weakly* I don't know if I ever thanked you properly for raising me and feeding me and letting me play with your set of real human bones.
Real bones, you guys, this is so awesome.
Anyway, you know what this means, don't you?
Yes. Yes. Everything I write for the next five months is going to be crammed full of anatomical terms and thus be absurdly indecipherable, and I will glee quietly to myself and pretend that describing the muscles of Sam Winchester's back using the proper medical terminology counts as studying. What. What. He has a nice back. DON'T JUDGE.
Fahye: *in highly put-upon tones* Today we did the vertebral column! In 50 minutes! All of it.
Mum: There, there.
Fahye: This is possibly the one week of my life where having a father who is a spine surgeon could actually benefit me academically. So of course he is in India being world-famous and knowledgable about spines to other people.
Mum: Well, he has a plastic model of the spine at his office, we could go and get that. And we also own an entire set of bones that could help you study for the practical exam.
Fahye: ...oh.
Mum: *enters Dad's study and emerges moments later with a plastic baggie full of, yes, vertebrae* Here you go! They're numbered and everything!
Fahye: *weakly* I don't know if I ever thanked you properly for raising me and feeding me and letting me play with your set of real human bones.
Real bones, you guys, this is so awesome.
Anyway, you know what this means, don't you?
Yes. Yes. Everything I write for the next five months is going to be crammed full of anatomical terms and thus be absurdly indecipherable, and I will glee quietly to myself and pretend that describing the muscles of Sam Winchester's back using the proper medical terminology counts as studying. What. What. He has a nice back. DON'T JUDGE.
