‘My first day in dissection room’

Dedicated students among us were smartly dressed in their white lab coats; they could be mistaken for Resident Surgeons.People were sweating, pupils were dilating, if you could listen carefully you could have heard the spurt of adrenaline into their blood. Yes the room was crowded with people and terror.Students formed crowds, murmuring, whispering, even sympathising, […]

Dedicated students among us were smartly dressed in their white lab coats; they could be mistaken for Resident Surgeons.
People were sweating, pupils were dilating, if you could listen carefully you could have heard the spurt of adrenaline into their blood. Yes the room was crowded with people and terror.
Students formed crowds, murmuring, whispering, even sympathising, the thought of actually cutting human flesh (even from cadavers) was not the easiest thing to bear.
Looking around the room you could see people ready; ladies ready to puke, guys ready to flee, but it is unfortunate the ‘flight’ mechanism couldn’t work because the only exit was locked.
The brave ones among us got to work using their sharp blades to cut the cadaveric skin, severing the fascia and identifying muscles, nerves and so on. On the contrary some of the less brave ones were busy opening their textbooks and atlases looking preoccupied, pretending to be doing something lest they would be identified as cowards. At last the session came to an end and a friend of mine said, “We will get used to it.”
 “Maybe,” I replied.