Conversations in Bio class.

Here is another little gem I found, while I was digging through my old papers. The box is FULL of notes that various friends and I passed back and forth between each other during class. It is proof positive that I have always been a bit of a drama queen. One of the assignments/experiments was to determine ones bloodtype. It involved pricking your finger and mixing a bunch of chemicals in blood droplets. With todays lawsuits and health concerns, I doubt this happens today. Here is a 'conversation' I had with my friend Kim.

• Me: (Initial reaction to teachers announcement, AFTER turning green.) AAAAAAGH! I'm going to get GANGRENE! Are you current w/ your Tetanus shots???
• Kim: I'm going to be ill. Does everyone have to do it? ( picture of dizzy frowning face and stars drawn all around it.) It's Armageddon.
• Me:I don't want my finger lacerated w/a cheap, rusty, paper-wrapped,straightened safety-pin!!!!
• Kim: I am not going to do it! I will faint! (I did when I was at UC Santa Cruz). I will protest! "I have spoke! I won't poke!"
• Me: Drastic much? I'm sure you won't HAVE (underlined a gazillion times) to if you'll faint! -> I am going to strike an artery and lose all my blood! I JUST KNOW IT!
• Kim: How am I going to get out of this? I'm sweating buckets. (Self portrait stick figure with buckets falling out of head drawn here)
• Me: I don't know about you, but I am going to unwrap one of the stabbing instruments, take a hostage and make my escape. You want to be the hostage? Otherwise I am taking the cutest guy in class. On second thought. Take your own hostage. I'm taking Rodney.

And for the record, we were COLLEGE students acting like a couple of weenies. I first thought this was a high school note. And I am pleased to report that my maturity level has probably not progressed much further on some points. LOL. I believe I ended up volunteering to be the demonstation victim (guinea pig) so I would not have to lance my own finger. I would make a terrible diabetic. Oh, and I did not have to take Rodney hostage. He intercepted the note, and took me out to dinner anyway that weekend, so all is well that ends well, even if one is a giant wuss sometimes.