The Next Stop

Yesterday's class was interesting. I had anatomical drawing at Clayton, not my usual campus. So I decided to travel a different route rather than getting to Caulfield and taking a bus to Clayton, which would take an extra half hour or so. Didn't realise I should have taken a bus to shoppo, so I missed the bus that was right in front of me, which I could have taken. Ended up waiting in the cold for a while. Eventually managed to catch a bus to shoppo, then Box hill, which ended in the longest waiting I've ever done (since the intro of the smartbuses) in a bloody wind tunnel. It's not even supposed to be that cold, but waiting at the bus stop there sucks. Eventually arrived at Clayton on a packed bus, didn't realise it was such a long bus ride :/ Frantically texting to other friends saying I wouldn't be on time, but turns out I was the first to arrive there. Already 5 min late to lecture. Decide to go try looking for class in Clayton. Ultimately get confused so I head back to the bus stop to wait for friends. Eventually when they both arrive, we're already half an hour late. We go looking for our room to find it empty. So we decide to wait for the next class, trying to peek in and see if it was our class. We walked around a few times unsure if we were in the right place, so we checked the other side. Then we overhear a convo with another girl who is lost, and it just so happens that the class was in the room we were initially at the first time round. =.=" I think they were looking around the other room which we'll be in for drawing. But yes. Tutor/lecturer is interesting. I'm sort of thinking psychopath at the moment, and perhaps the rest of the class because this class seems a lot more morbid than I thought it would be. When people start to say how some organ is beautiful or whatever, kind of creeps me out a bit. I honestly thought this class would involve just drawing, but apparently not. Some reason there will be a more philosophical approach? I dunno.
*disclaimer- don't continue reading if you feel squeamish about body parts and stuff

So eventually we go to the other room, which is filled with parts of bodies in 'pots'. For obvious reasons, photography is not allowed. So far, the class was not really what I expected, but it's still kind of interesting. The room is shared with med students, so it'll be interesting to see what they get up to. This class also gives the chance for us to see the med students dissecting cadavers (if we want), which would be a great opportunity to examine the structure of the body, but it's definitely more confronting. I'm still tossing up on whether or not I could do it. Like the teacher said, seeing separate body parts is different to seeing the whole thing. It's already morbid enough to see parts of the body contained (like this hand my friend was drawing.. either side of the hand was cut, so on the side view, with the little skin left, you could see the hairs on it...D:) but seeing a whole body, dealing with the smell... I'm not sure if I could do it. It's amazing how media has constantly bombard us with images of death/blood etc, yet it's totally different in real life. But I think this class will be a real eye opener (no pun intended), and I could learn lots from it.