Anatomy. What a fuckin’ joke. This course was supposed to be my free pass, my easy A. My ‘show up late, leave early, do whatever the fuck I want’ class. I mean, come on! It’s anatomy. I know everything there is to know about the human body. I know what makes it tick, how to bring it to the edge and keep it there, teetering, shivering, just before it shatters. I know the human body. This shit, though? Who the fuck is Vesalius?
