Dissecion-Liesl

October 16, 2012

                Death. You can’t stop it. There is nothing you can do to prevent it. It makes me sick just thinking about it. Why do we have to kill animals for specifically for learning when it is so easy to die when you just step outside your door? Any animal’s life is just as precious to them as a human’s life is to a human, so why do we have to deny them a fair chance at life? Killing is wrong, even when good is meant by it. When I see anything dead, whether it be man, beast, or some other obscure creature, I can’t help it. The tears well up in my eyes, my hands start to shake, and I’m on the verge of some sort of breakdown. Call me weak, say “Geez, get a grip, it’s just a frog,” Tell me to take a knife and cut open that poor dead animal’s body. I won’t.  Compassion and empathy are the two characteristics of me that have given me the most trouble; I just refuse to cut open an animal for the sake of further learning. The knife freezes midair at the thought of what could have been someone’s pet.  Yet I have no problem eating copious amounts of chicken (that roam freely around my yard) and hamburgers. I just, for whatever reason, do not have a hard time differentiating the chickens in my yard, and the chicken on my plate, but have an extremely difficult time separating in my brain, the frogs in my stream, and the frogs on the dissection table. I guess I just need help sorting my feelings out.

*This is sort of like a diary entry, I just need some help making it more diaryish...