Today was a 3 hour class lecture. We have a three day weekend, which means we have Monday off. We have a practical in lab on Tuesday. We have a quiz on chapters one and two in lecture on Tuesday. We have a major test on Wednesday covering chapters one through six (inclusively). We also have a forty point homework assignment due on Wednesday. It's a lot. It's a whole lot. But today I looked around me and I saw that I am not the only one who was scared out of her mind. Almost everyone was sitting there with tense tight faces. The teacher said, "You all have the same look on your faces at the beginning of this class, but really, Anatomy and Physiology has actually killed very few students." I looked squarely at her and said, "Yeah, okay. How many of those students simply kill themselves?" After she stopped laughing, she assured us that that did not happen either. She's funny, and today, for the first time, I saw this class as I'm supposed to see it, I think. It's going to be hard, but I'll make it. I drove home, and for the first time this week, I was not a little sick at the thought of Anatomy and Physiology.