I dissected a rat in high school. My sisters did a gummy worm first, then something cooler than a rat that I can’t remember…
One of my favorite sayings is, “explaining a joke is like dissection a frog: you understand the frog better, but now the frog is dead.”
That reminds me of a poem a friend who’s in the army wrote. I don’t remember the words, but he was describing a moment he witnessed one of his comrades deliberately crush a frog for no other reason than he was bored…
Dissection is an intriguing yet disturbing experience. It makes sense at first. There is value in understanding. In learning about the world. But most Dissections done don’t really teach us anything new about what we’re dissecting. We’ve learned pretty much everything we can by killing & cutting frogs & rats. So, the Dissection isn’t for Science or understanding; rather, teaching kids how to dissect something…
Because I didn’t learn anything about rata when I dissected my rat. My group cut off its balls & laughed about it, then got in trouble…
Dissection…
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