It was not an average day. Sure, the sky was overcast, the traffic on the way to school moved at a turtle’s pace, and my locker struggled to open, but today was the day that I had the privilege of going on a field trip to see a human cadaver. That morning, my classes seemed to drag on forever as I waited for third period when I would meet my teacher in the cafeteria along with the rest of my class and head outside to the bus stop. Finally, the time came. I sprinted downstairs and jumped on the bus. I was more excited than I had ever been. But I was in no way prepared for what I was about to experience. We hesitantly walked up the stairs of a local university and sat down inside a classroom. A professor entered, bringing along with her a large,