As I opened the door of the dissection hall, I was very excited. After weeks of classes on ethics and respect for cadavers, I would finally get a chance to see them, touch them, and dissect them.
But as soon as I saw what was lying in front of me—a corpse—my feelings changed. It was almost unrecognisable as a human being—exposed, dissected, and laid open.
I knew that this person had given the medical students a great gift and for a good cause—to teach us about anatomy.
But standing at the side of this cadaver, I learnt nothing that I couldn’t have learnt in books and atlases. I stared at the cadaver, and I tried hard to learn, but I didn’t learn anything.
What made things worse was that while my instructor was talking about the person lying in front of him, he said “it,” like he had forgotten that