Scott Houston Eduardo Martinez Rodriguez Sigala

This entry is part of the 
One Year Anniversary celebration
of the Eddie Sigala Foundation

I always joke about my school's pregnancy rate. Last year (and at the beginning of this last one), I noticed a few girls walking around with these large bellies protruding from their small frames. Seriously. These girls, who aren't any taller than 5'2 and weigh no more than 115 lbs. are having babies and their bodies can barely handle it. But I digress...

In March, we began to learn about child abuse. And then development. And then babies. That section began with the birth process (poor Janice!) and then taking care of the baby. Then came buying the items necessary. We we're given a list and we needed to find out the prices for the items. I didn't finish my list, but 3/4 of the way down, my total was $1435. As I told my development teacher, "This is good birth control for everyone."

Going Under the Knife

This post is rated 16+ with MT and O for mature themes

and for images that may disturb or disgust some readers.

READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Last week, as part in our journey to become doctors, we began a three-day dissection of a fetal pig. Fetal pigs are product produced by the slaughterhouses when they kill pregnant sows (female pigs), and their either sold to schools (for medical study) or discarded. Fetal pigs are used in dissections because of their similarities to humans, being a mammal, and for the fact that they are so well developed at the time of death.

Now, you might say that this cruel, but in order to learn more about ourselves, something has to give. As someone put, "Would you want a doctor that hasn't practiced first?" I say "no." It's in this way, although disturbing to some, that we learn not only about our bodies, but how it's able to function as an organic being.

Due to the terms of Google's Picasa service, I can only upload a the least explicit photographs.

Once again, what follows are some photographs that might disturb or disgust some readers.