Stephen’s Silk Worm Experiment and other Horrible School Experiments
February 26th 2008 21:00
I was asking my friend Stephen if he was afraid of caterpillars. “Caterpillars?” he asked. “They’re harmless.” Here was another person who did not share my phobia. He then mentioned that at school he and his classmates had to breed silkworms for a science experiment. He didn’t seem traumatised by the experience. Had it been me, however, I think I would have freaked out, having been scared of caterpillars and such like ever since I first saw one in the garden when I was about four years old.
Thinking about Stephen’s silkworm experiment helped jog my memory of three gross experiments I refused to participate in at school. I was in seventh grade and we were studying biology. Even though I harboured dreams of becoming a doctor, I was bored with learning about the functions of the various organs and what blood was composed of and what plasma was. My interest in medicine lay in bodily deformities. But I digress. Our science teacher was particularly fond of asking us to perform gross experiments. First she brought some tripe in and we each had to touch it. I wouldn’t. Then we had to dissect a rat. Well, the animal lover in me couldn’t bring myself to cut it open. I could only watch in a mixture of horror and fascination as my classmates cut the poor thing open autopsy style. Finally, and grossest of all, our teacher brought in some cow lungs and made us stick a tube in them and blow in it to watch the lungs inflate and deflate. Again, the animal lover in me could only watch and not do. Luckily enough there were so many students who were keen to perform these experiments that the teacher never noticed I was the only kid who wasn’t participating. Else I would have failed science and my old man would have hit the roof.
Thinking about Stephen’s silkworm experiment helped jog my memory of three gross experiments I refused to participate in at school. I was in seventh grade and we were studying biology. Even though I harboured dreams of becoming a doctor, I was bored with learning about the functions of the various organs and what blood was composed of and what plasma was. My interest in medicine lay in bodily deformities. But I digress. Our science teacher was particularly fond of asking us to perform gross experiments. First she brought some tripe in and we each had to touch it. I wouldn’t. Then we had to dissect a rat. Well, the animal lover in me couldn’t bring myself to cut it open. I could only watch in a mixture of horror and fascination as my classmates cut the poor thing open autopsy style. Finally, and grossest of all, our teacher brought in some cow lungs and made us stick a tube in them and blow in it to watch the lungs inflate and deflate. Again, the animal lover in me could only watch and not do. Luckily enough there were so many students who were keen to perform these experiments that the teacher never noticed I was the only kid who wasn’t participating. Else I would have failed science and my old man would have hit the roof.
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