LET’S GO DISSECTING TOMBOYS by Barbara Fowers The world’s most exciting sport is dissecting. A person’s life is not really complete without the wonderful experience of performing an operation on a fetal pig or a frog. After having this marvelous experience twice, I would suggest that no one miss an opportunity as exciting as this. I remember very little about my first experience with a frog except for the fact that it was sickening. My second experience, that with the fetal pig, stands out clearly in my mind. The most difficult phase of the entire operation was getting the pig tied to the dissecting pan. Every time we had the first leg tied, and started to tie the second, the string broke; the pig tipped over, and we started all over again. My lab partner and I became experts at knot-tying. The part of the operation that required the most stomach was the first long incision. After that, I could look at almost anything. With the first incision came a very strong odor. I suppose the odor really didn’t smell bad, but it just takes time getting used to it. The interior was simply fantastic. To look at it made you want to dig right in. Taking each organ out, I found that there were many different colors and textures in that body. Each organ or part was a little different, and I never became bored. I kept asking myself, ‘““What better way could there be of learning the physiology of the human body except by studying a fetal pig?” The “juciest’”’ part was really juicy. We happened to stick the pig in the stomach at the wrong time. We also found that draining the dissecting pan can be tedious. Really, dissecting can be fun and exciting. There are several reasons why I feel this way. When would you have a better chance to use a scalpel and scissors? What other time would you have such a good chance to practice practical nursing or internship? What other time could you enjoy being destructive? Furthermore, what other time could you really see what makes you tick? Dissecting animals can be a wonderful world for those who enjoy exploring. To enjoy this type of work, I must confess that you have to have a very strong stomach. There are red slimy organs, small rubbery organs, long skinny organs, and spongy organs. Fach can be explored in detail and can be found interesting. To watch, to help, and to study dissecting is better than to do it yourself. The most important reason that dissecting is an exciting sport is the enjoyment which is derived from it. POOLS Droplets play in pools, rippling ‘waves cach to mud. shores taking a bite. Christie 12 Gabrielsen CRY TOO by Linda Cassity The telephone pole cast only a small shadow on the pavement. The sun was almost directly overhead. In the small bit of shade, Lisa leaned against the pole waiting for her date. It was her first date with a boy, and she had spent the entire morning getting ready for it. Her mother had starched and pressed her pink dress with the white ruffles on the sleeves while she put vaseline on her black patent leather shoes to make them shine. Between bathing her baby brother and fixing breakfast, Lisa’s mother had set her hair in rollers so that it would be curly for her special afternoon. She had wiggled and squirmed under the hairdryer, but the anxiety of her date overcame the complaining of the heat. She flung her arm halfway around the telephone pole so she could balance on one leg while she dangled her other foot over the curb into the gutter. She touched the toe of her shoe to the water. The water rippled away from her foot and made circle after circle until it hit the side of the curb. While pulling her foot back onto the curb, she noticed where the water had beaded on her shoes and, still grasping the pole with her hand, she leaned over to wipe it off. She raised her head up to look into the gutter water. She stared at the wavy reflection. Her pixie haircut curled around her ears onto her round cheeks where her freckles were dark and plentiful. Black eyelashes curled up to touch the edge of her small, thin eyebrows. She suddenly twitched her nose, expecting the reflection to disappear, but like a mirror, the only reaction was that twitch of her nose. She slowly drew back and stood up straight. She squinted her big, brown eyes and glanced up at the sun to check its position. She looked down at the Cinderella watch her grandparents had given her for Christmas the year before. It was one o’clock. She was sure that was the time Mitch had said to meet him at the bus stop. He told here he would meet her on the corner of 18th Street and Jackson Avenue so that they could catch the bus at ten minutes after one to go to the show. Lisa brought her arm down to her side and turned away from the pole. She leaned back to brace herself against it. She was tired of standing and she wanted to just squat down Indian style and sit on the dirty pavement, but she had promised her mother that she would try her best to act like a lady. Lisa wasn’t used to acting like a lady, even in a dress. When she went to school, she always wore a pair of shorts under her skirt so that she could play football with the boys during recess. After school she wouid change into pants and run out to play with the neighborhood boys. That was how she met Mitch. He lived in Country Estates, above the housing project where she lived, but he always came down to play with Glenn Wright, who lived next door to Lisa’s family. Since Lisa was always captain of one of the teams and usually had first choice of players, her team won most of the football games. She picked Mitch to be on her team because he was one of the biggest and strongest boys in the 4th grade. They were a perfect pair. Lisa would throw the passes and Mitch would receive and go on to make the touchdown. Lisa and Mitch spent more 13