Lately I’ve been reading Jennifer Hawke’s blog. She’s another Canadian living abroad–she’s attending medical school in the Caribbean. I always like blogs about professions and hobbies that are totally foreign to what I do, and hers is no exception. Today she writes about an anatomy exam:
our class is divided into two sections of about 44 students each. the cadavers and various tables (with bones and models) around the lab are set up into 44 stations with 44 tags and 44 lists of multiple choice answers. you are assigned a number to start (ie: Ã¢â‚¬Å“go stand at #23.Ã¢â‚¬Â) and given 60 seconds to look at the structure, figure out what it is, and complete that question by filling in your multiple choice answer on a scantron sheet. then a little buzzer goes and you rotate to the next question (ie: #24) while the person at #22 moves to the station you were just at.
The title is another quote from the same post. I explained in a comment that she certainly wasn’t the first person to be screwed up by that region, even when the skin’s still on it.