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56 A chance to slow the frenetic pace of the day that was, I shed my shoes and slip into the sweet embrace of my blankets. With one eye and a tired thumb I key in ‘6.30 AM’ into my alarm...’Wishful thinking’ I say to myself. Halfway through my muttered prayers I succumb, sleep the only respite life has gifted me. Tomorrow shall be yet another day...yet another opportunity to learn. It starts as a typical Monday... all Mondays do the frantic typing that fills the air, reminiscent of a typing press. Be it a literature review or the presentation for the afternoon class, the innocent bystander may wonder why after an entire weekend, it would seem we have been caught off-guard. Well, that in itself is another story altogether. Saturday had its fair share of tissue processing to beat the class coordinator’s deadlines. Sunday was the opportunity to break away, go to church and then share lunch with friends. Somehow time seemingly slips through your fingers with such an itinerary. Higher anatomy... now that is something novel: one would be forced to wonder how, with our great all-surpassing cranial capacity, the common domestic fowl possesses more efficient respiratory mechanisms. A chicken can breathe better than I can? Yes... even though you are the prey and they are the hunted. Anyway I digress... With steely resolve the presentations are ready for the day, the drafts ready for scrutiny by the supervisor’s keen eye. Hardly has that been done, than we grab our stationery and make headway to the Vet block: ‘Quantitative Methodology’ they call it... if u ask me I’d rather stick with ‘Stereology’. Within 7 minutes of the lecture, I am already exercising my cervical muscles in a bid to remain alert. The facilitator gives that all-knowing smile as he says “You look tired today... eh?” All we can do is nod ...the fleeting glances at the insides of our eyelids offering but a brief recompense for our tired eyes. After learning about enumerating methodologies in biological systems one can imagine what hunger pangs I face. ‘But you just had breakfast’ you pipe, to which I’d retort ‘What breakfast!’ ‘I am hungry and so as primal man, I lead the way to the lecturers’ Café to have some bitings’. You’d now be thinking... impressive ...but I assure you, for a student eating at lecturer’s rates, it’s not a bed of roses. What is my consolation? The food is fingerlicking! ‘Remember though, more proteins, less carbohydrates is the key to surviving an afternoon!’ There are certain advantages that come with planning your day before hand but then again, there are few experiences that can match the sheer rush of adrenaline when a call comes in: “Is 1.30 ok? We can see some results? ”. It’s almost comical seeing me bound up the stairs, two at a time, heading to the histology lab. A look at the drying oven confirms my worst fears, but I can almost swear I had some tissues in here... honest! Time to save face though, not to have a pity party. I fling open Of tissue blocks and higher anatomy: A typical day in the life of a BSc (Anatomy) student