'dissection just fascinates me; anatomy class' - favorite class and why?
What's your favorite class and why?
As the cow's eye was sitting still on the plate, the scapular was firm in my hand. After I trimmed off its fatty tissue, I raised the scapular and poked it into the cornea. But it did not yield easily and so I poked harder. In a flash, the black intraocular fluid gushed out of the wound and splashed onto my face. I wiped off the fluid on my sleeve and resumed my search for the lens.
Even though it may sound repulsive, dissection just fascinates me. When I dissect, I just can't suppress my excitement to explore the logics and intricacies of life.
Even though my Anatomy class involves copious amount of memorization and note taking, it is never boring. Our teacher, Ms. Key, made the class intriguing by linking her stories to the content she was teaching. When we were studying about bones, she told us that it took her tibia more than three years to grow back into its regular shape after she fractured it during a Cross Country race. As I was listening to her fascinating story, I effortlessly learned that bone regeneration is a long and slow process. The interesting facts I can learn in the class seemed innumerable. In the endocrine unit, I was surprised to learn that cold sores never goes away and that it can be spread through kissing on the lips.
At the end of each unit, Ms. Key would list the symptoms of a patient and ask us to diagnose the disease. During such occasions, I would have to piece the clues and relate to what I had learned in order to solve the puzzle. This not only helped me develop my analytical skills, but also provided me the opportunity to apply the knowledge I learned to real-life scenarios.
What's your favorite class and why?
As the cow's eye was sitting still on the plate, the scapular was firm in my hand. After I trimmed off its fatty tissue, I raised the scapular and poked it into the cornea. But it did not yield easily and so I poked harder. In a flash, the black intraocular fluid gushed out of the wound and splashed onto my face. I wiped off the fluid on my sleeve and resumed my search for the lens.
Even though it may sound repulsive, dissection just fascinates me. When I dissect, I just can't suppress my excitement to explore the logics and intricacies of life.
Even though my Anatomy class involves copious amount of memorization and note taking, it is never boring. Our teacher, Ms. Key, made the class intriguing by linking her stories to the content she was teaching. When we were studying about bones, she told us that it took her tibia more than three years to grow back into its regular shape after she fractured it during a Cross Country race. As I was listening to her fascinating story, I effortlessly learned that bone regeneration is a long and slow process. The interesting facts I can learn in the class seemed innumerable. In the endocrine unit, I was surprised to learn that cold sores never goes away and that it can be spread through kissing on the lips.
At the end of each unit, Ms. Key would list the symptoms of a patient and ask us to diagnose the disease. During such occasions, I would have to piece the clues and relate to what I had learned in order to solve the puzzle. This not only helped me develop my analytical skills, but also provided me the opportunity to apply the knowledge I learned to real-life scenarios.
