So i dissected the fish and the frog no problem. When i went to the rat dissection, anyone with fur allergies weren't allowed in the room, and i've had a pet rat which i was allergic to, so i couldn't do that one and have to do an essay instead. I was a little bit concerned about todays chick dissection before i went in, but i wasn't expecting to feel how i did. I've been feeling a little bit low anyways with relationship problems, but it was just so sad!! Loads of dead fluffy yellow chicks, i couldn't stop thinking about how they all died for us to cut them up. As the demonstrator was explaining the risks (which btw was the possibility of catching bird flu!, why the hell the dissection went ahead i don't know), i could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. So i went to tell the demonstrator i couldn't do it, i could barely get the words out, i was sweating and shaking a little, and trying not to cry.
So now i have to do an essay on bird respiratory systems.
What also made me angry was my friend, who came in and took one look at the chicks and was like "awwwww no". This is a friend who has a chicken sandwich almost everytime we go for dinner at uni, chickens that are only 2 months older than those on the dissection bench.