Dissection
Oh guys. Oh faithful readers of tumbledry. I am lost. On the rollercoaster of life I’m in the inverted underground pitch black tunnel portion wherein one loses all sense of direction and only knows one thing: there’s a way out.
Thankfully, there’s solace in the analogy, for a rollercoaster of life puts you on a track … and the track that I think I am on leads out of the aforementioned analogy-heavy tunnel. The best ways to save time in college are (1) owning a bike and (2) sleeping. The first, I think, is self-explanatory - but the second makes you so much more efficient at getting things done that you simply would not believe it. Oh, and libraries. Wow.
In an effort to make my Wednesday as interesting as possible, fate decided to give me a double-skinning dissection introduction today. I got to skin a cat (there’s only one way) and skin parts of a shark. Fun fact: shark skin used to be used a sandpaper for woodworking before sandpaper became paper with sand glued to it. Also, I wonder if it was called sandpaper when it was shark’s skin. That would be confusing.