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 ...