I have a severe problem with Biology Teachers

Posted 2 months ago at 9:42 pm. 0 comments

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This is definitely a rant.

So, today, there was pig dissection in my biology class. We were not required to do it, mainly because it’s disgusting, and there’s really no reason to do it now that we have virtual dissection.

And I know our school has access to the virtual dissection, because they moved along with the dissectors on a big projection screen.

Anyway, so we were not required to do the dissection. I opted out and, making it quite clear that I wanted nothing to do with the mutilation of pig fetuses, asked if I could leave the classroom. I wasn’t rude, but I made it clear that I was squeamish, and persisted in asking if I could leave the room. The teacher kept saying no. It wouldn’t have been a problem if he hadn’t previously said he was going to allow students who wouldn’t do the dissection to leave the room. And it wasn’t a graded assignment, so there was really no reason to keep me there.

Anyway, he refused to let me leave the room. I asked if I could go get my towel (to wrap around my mouth and nose, to block out the smell of pig fetuses) and he refused. I asked to go to the bathroom, and he said no. This wouldn’t be a problem if he hadn’t allowed other students (who were in the same class, but actively participating in, and for some sick reason enjoying slicing up the dead pigs) to go to the bathroom.

He told me he “Usually just lets kids who don’t want to dissect the pigs go, but in your case…” and he trailed off. 

The whole period, I was tempted to induce vomiting in the general direction of his desk and body. 

Either way, I had to stand at the front of the classroom and look at a picture hanging on the walls so I couldn’t see them cutting open dead pig fetuses. I couldn’t even look out the window because he had a projection screen with pictures of what they were supposed to be doing on it right over the window.

He kept saying I must be “getting in touch with my feminine side,” which is sexist in way too many ways.

I don’t know if he thought he was being funny, I don’t know if he thought he was teaching me a lesson, and I don’t know if he was just mad that I wouldn’t participate in his sick little (non-required, mind you) assignment.

But I have a newfound respect for a few people in my class, the angry blonde who I previously disliked who refused to go any further in the dissection after a certain point, and the few people in the class who actually seemed disgusted the whole time, the people who were saying “I really feel bad now, I’m cutting up a little pig.” Those people I have respect for. But the people who were laughing every time they made an incision, who cracked up whenever a bone broke, the people who go out of the room saying “Dissecting pigs is the best,” the people who spent their period mutilating the pig way past the point of scientific study (cutting the pig in half, picking it up by the tail, etc), those people are filth. I have less respect for them than I have for an uneaten tomato rotting at the bottom of a landfill. Of course, even the rotting tomato provides food for junkyard bugs, which makes them worth more than the idiots who took some sick pleasure in cutting up the pigs.

Quick message to my teacher, should he read this: Thanks for “teaching!” I plan to file a complaint against you as soon as I write out the whole situation in some way that’s a lot less like a rant.