In my last year in junior high, I was required to take my first serious science class, which was at times difficult, because I wasn't scientifically-minded, and at times easy, because I had a talent for rotememorization. One of our projects for the year was going to be dissection, which I already knew I wasn't going to enjoy. I could memorize all the parts of a frog's anatomy, but I already suspected that wasn't going to help me actually locate a frog's kidneys or whatever when it came time to digging in its guts... So the time came around the middle of the year, and the science teacher got her delivery of pickled frogs. That was, no doubt, the only way you can get junior high kids to cut up a frog -- it's hard enough convincing them to slice one open, but if they had to kill them, too, you'd lose most of the girls and a good percentage of the boys. We came in one morning, and there was a dead preserved frog sitting in a pan in the middle of each desk.