She knows my name! Dangggggggg.

'Cos in the event when no one in class bothers to respond to her questions, she'll call me.

The problem?
I'm not exactly the most attentive student during Biology lessons.

AND URGH, EYEBALL DISECTION.

The memory of it still nauseates me :O

I highly suspect the eyeball I got came from an elderly pig. 'Cos instead of being white, it was plastered with black-coloured identified, er... stuff. With eyelashes still intact =.=

And earlier on, I wasn't able to locate the eyeball 'cos it was wrapped up with thickkkkk fats! It was crazy trying to cut out the fats to see the eyeball.

Plus it kept deflating, which made disection tougher 'cos I had to (bloody hell) squeeze the eyeball so as to keep it firm enough for me to cut.

Yuck, yuck, yuck.

AND THEN, when the eyeball is completely severed, BLACK LIQUID STARTS FLOWING OUT!

=.-

But I guess I'm lucky it didn't squirt out, like some my friends' did :\

Still, a traumatic experience. I'm glad I fell sick when we had to dissect pigs' hearts last year. Imagine all the blood!

xxx