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Anatomy quiz overrrrr!
Feb. 21st, 2004 10:00 pmSo, we all took the anatomy quiz on Friday morning. We filed into the cadaver lab, only to find a table of bones with tags (Identify this bone, or bony landmark) and eight cadavers on display with little tags here and there (What's this muscle? Be specific!)
The only problem: The cadavers are kept in tables that have lockable metal covers. When you want to work on the cadaver, you unlock the cover and fold it, and its sharp edges, down to "bang knee here" height. You can lock the covers out of the way, if you have two people... but the instructor had only herself and her achy back to set up before the quiz. So it was the Quiz of Pain: people shuffling thoughtfully through the lab, occasionally uttering muffled yelps as they banged themselves on the tables.
I'm pleased to report that just about everything on the quiz seemed comfortingly familiar. There was only one structure (the mastoid process, duh) that I didn't know immediately.
In a complete change of subject.... when I showed up to ride this morning, another woman was there. She's a PharmD student at UNC-Chapel Hill, and this was her first time on the bike since Christmas or so. It was really nice to talk to a fellow grad student.
I could not believe how civilized the ride was. I was off the front, following the two or three fast people, and everyone else was back with Ms. First Time (who they all already knew, apparently). When she bonked, they fed her their power bars, too. The bottom line: She asked for mercy, and they were all very nice to her. When I showed up for the first time, I did not ask for mercy, and I busted my butt trying to keep up (and mostly did keep up).
There was mercy available, and I only had to ask for it? Who knew.
I suspect there's a life lesson here.
In any case, I already knew that if I showed up and busted my tail repeatedly on the weekly rides, I would be in better shape, and I'd go faster. And now, a month later, I'm in better shape, and I go faster. Asking for mercy would have been counterproductive in that respect. (In fact, I'm going to start showing up at the early ride (the Turtle ride, because they bundle up in several layers since it's cold) and staying for the later ride (the Fred ride, because Fred picks the routes).
The only problem: The cadavers are kept in tables that have lockable metal covers. When you want to work on the cadaver, you unlock the cover and fold it, and its sharp edges, down to "bang knee here" height. You can lock the covers out of the way, if you have two people... but the instructor had only herself and her achy back to set up before the quiz. So it was the Quiz of Pain: people shuffling thoughtfully through the lab, occasionally uttering muffled yelps as they banged themselves on the tables.
I'm pleased to report that just about everything on the quiz seemed comfortingly familiar. There was only one structure (the mastoid process, duh) that I didn't know immediately.
In a complete change of subject.... when I showed up to ride this morning, another woman was there. She's a PharmD student at UNC-Chapel Hill, and this was her first time on the bike since Christmas or so. It was really nice to talk to a fellow grad student.
I could not believe how civilized the ride was. I was off the front, following the two or three fast people, and everyone else was back with Ms. First Time (who they all already knew, apparently). When she bonked, they fed her their power bars, too. The bottom line: She asked for mercy, and they were all very nice to her. When I showed up for the first time, I did not ask for mercy, and I busted my butt trying to keep up (and mostly did keep up).
There was mercy available, and I only had to ask for it? Who knew.
I suspect there's a life lesson here.
In any case, I already knew that if I showed up and busted my tail repeatedly on the weekly rides, I would be in better shape, and I'd go faster. And now, a month later, I'm in better shape, and I go faster. Asking for mercy would have been counterproductive in that respect. (In fact, I'm going to start showing up at the early ride (the Turtle ride, because they bundle up in several layers since it's cold) and staying for the later ride (the Fred ride, because Fred picks the routes).
