And so it came, with all the fear and excitement that I expected- my first day of medical school classes. It started out simply enough; a five minute bike ride took me to the gym, and twenty minutes and two and a half miles later I was back on the bike, ready at least physically for what the day had in store for me.

Biochemistry was simply review today: water reactions and basic amino acid information; however, there is much I need to re-learn, and I'm kicking myself for not keeping my flashcards from Dave's class, though I believe that I took much more.

This afternoon possessed what I've been so concerned with for so long- anatomy lab, and today we began our dissection. I have never done, as I've said before, a cadaver dissection; the last dissection I performed was on a pig in Ms. Jeske's class in seventh grade. Today was completely different. While I was nervous, anticipating my first incision, I breathed deeply, inserted my scalpel, and sliced, and to my surprise, I was still standing at the end of the first cut. For the rest of the lab, nearly two hours, I was rarely without a scalpel, and I only gave it up begrudgingly. Perhaps surgery's the thing for, though it's far too early to tell.

It was fascinating. A complete unraveling, a complete removal of the veil of normalcy that shrouds the inner goings-on of the human experience, an exposure of the human, the all too human, and it was beautiful, in its own way, of course.