As I approach the end of the semester, I find myself counting down anatomy labs. (As of 3:30 today, five left, and I am only dissecting for two of them, orbit and nasal cavity!) Today, we sawed a crown-like cut through the skull and removed the brain. I tolerated seeing the cadaver's face (last Monday) pretty well. He had been a handsome, older man. I noticed that his brows were slightly knit in an expression of effort or light pain; otherwise, his countenance was peaceful.
Also of note: this morning I spoke to the professor I saw at Planned Parenthood. (It turns out, he hadn't recognized me.) He was as polite as ever, explaining that he'd read pathology reports from before Roe vs. Wade, and never wanted someone to die such a horrible death. He and I acknowledged that we both care about women, but that the battle across the fence was nevertheless real. He even called it "ferocious." I told him in parting to keep caring about women, and that I would do the same.
The brevity of this post is hardly excusable, but I hope you'll believe me when I judge it inappropriate to spend much longer online--I have a comprehensive histo quiz, an ethics test (gah) to take, and an exam (the penultimate of the semester!) next week.