The Doohickeries and What-nots of The Body

Introduction

Did the "strange and quirky" title of this post intrigue you? Perfect. This project is focused on dissecting the process of a surgery widely known as a "C-Section." The origin of why this exists is due to a class I've taken called "Cure," the counterpart to our previous class "Disease." In Cure we've discussed a multitude of things, such as cell structure, what HeLa cells are, different types of surgeries, a lesson on anesthesia from a trained doctor, and a whole bunch of other topics during this class. It was an incredibly vast amount of information, all unique and different in its own way, yet all connected. With this newly possessed knowledge, we were challenged to go on our own and interview an anonymous person in order to conduct research on their surgery down to the very bone, from a step-by-step explanation to the cells that are tied to the surgery's process. The interview themselves had been made in order to pull additional insight on what's it like to have that operation done, and that's what makes this all the more special, buried below the information you could always just google but you didn't, is a one-of-a-kind insider on what it's like to have a C-Section. 

Now before you get to read the slideshow that has been conducted to enlighten you on the topic of C-Sections, this was created during the Coronavirus pandemic, but there'll be more on that later. Enjoy.

Conclusion

I'm a pretty sparing, honest, guy. Most of the time anyways. Lucky for you, that means you get a warning before you feel like you've just wasted your time. This conclusion is gonna be more focused on what I felt during the making of this project, how quarantine ruined my student working practices, this is basically just a rant about it. That's your warning, read ahead if you're feeling like you wanna read about a 16 year old ranting.

Quarantine itself has probably been the worst thing for me mentally, as it has put me in this mindset that I'm on break just about 24/7. I've wanted to be the one to prove myself through a crisis where motives are at an all time low by doing my work nicely and on time. In all honesty it has been a pain to get any work done. Before this all happened I got to school an hour early, and I used that time to literally finish any homework I had. I work better in the mornings from my experience, the sheer rush of adrenaline due to class being right around the corner, heart pumping, thoughts racing. Would that day be the day my teachers get to embarrass me for showing up with no work? It was a risky gamble and I loved every second of it. Quarantine stripped me of this sense of urgency, challenge of seeing what I could do with full drive in a short time. It has left me with none of that. This project took well over 3/4ish days passed its due date to finish. 

My sleep schedule has been ruined, and to further back up that claim, I'm typing the last bit of this project at 5 AM, class is at 9 AM. I feel no urgency, I could slack if I wanted to, but I chose not to because of my teacher being that push to get me around to finishing this. I appreciate it. What I don't appreciate is being locked up at home, where my mind and body is familiar and welcomed in the sense that I could roll myself up in my bed at literally any given moment. I'm alone with no one to pressure me but myself. It doesn't work for me. I hate it. The fate of my grades rests on whether or not I'll stop staring at my missing homework assignments pile up in front of me on the screen. I hate every second it. 

I hope to one day be able to laugh about the stupidity of what this quarantine was and all that happened in between. It just won't be soon.

The Sonnet For A Lesser Man

The Sonnet For A Lesser Man

Introduction

In unit one of our class Drama, we read a play called "The Taming of The Shrew," which was written by William Shakespeare. While we read it, we were told to focus on the roles genders had back then and compare them to now. We all read this together on Zoom, each of us taking turns taking parts for the play to read. The play itself is meant to be a comedy, and I found that some of the jokes were actually pretty enjoyable to laugh at while we read along, but then again my sense of humor remains the equivalent of a 2nd grader's taste in comedy. After we read all five parts of the play and took five quizzes on each part of the play, we transferred over to working on piecing together an action project that focuses on two things that appeared in the play, one was what I mentioned before, being the roles that genders were shown to have in this play, such as women getting married off not by choice, but by force through whichever man is entitled to, and for seemingly whatever reason, be it to make partnerships between kingdoms or just for the hell of it, there was quite literally everything in between and out for a woman to be married by force. The main antagonist would be Petruchio, who not only slithered his way into marrying a girl named Katherine who didn't want to be married in the first place and had a reputation for making sure no guy she didn't like could even come close to her, he then goes on to "tame her" in the sense that he mentally and physically abused her through mind games in order to break her will. 

Now as complicated as that all sounds, the story isn't too hard to follow despite the handful of characters the play throws in, the second thing this action project that this is meant to be focused on is called a sonnet. A sonnet is a poem of sorts composed of twelve lines, and ten syllables for each line, going by a rhythm like "ta-TUM." We had to write one that addresses a character in the play whether it be giving them life advice, agreeing or disagreeing with them. I like disagreeing with things, so I've decided to disagree with the most disagreeable character of them all, Petruchio. I've composed a video of me reading off this sonnet that I despise. I quickly learned I hate writing sonnets. Here you go.

Video

A Shakespearean Sonnet

The Sonnet

Dear Petruchio, now how do I say this, 

With a brain the size of a muscatel,

You broke Kate’s will with a besetting kiss, 

Nobody’ll miss smells of rotten mussel shells.

Fret not, fret not, for this is for the best,

Lay your head down, silliest of all fools,

Put your superiority complex to its needed rest, 

Surely you jest, to make Kate your sly tool, 

“O Kate, content thee. Prithee not be angry,”

Fairest of wishes from and to “your” Kate, 

For she waits for you to choke on brandy,

To see such a strong woman filled with hate,

Defile what you fear to be a sad fate,

Freedom, I hope you find taste in poor Kate.