Google it. Always Google it.

That's my answer to anything someone asks me that I don't know the answer to.
Too bad I didn't take my own advice!! Our class timetable for today said "cadavers." I had no idea what that meant, but in amongst my frustrated attempts to understand the skeletal system, I didn't bother to look it up. Neither did half the class. Well. Apparently it means dead stuff.
I hate dissection. I can tolerate theory classes, I can tolerate videos, I can even assist surgery and watch necessary procedures be performed on humans and animals. But cutting up and playing with a dead body? No. Just no. The sight, the smell, the concept of these animals that were euthanized because they had no home and then sent to our classroom to be subjected to that? No. I spent most the class in the hallway trying not to be sick. Half the class left, and at one point the teacher was even almost sick. Not a good day.
Although I did get to see a very cute (alive) lamb. A staff member came around to all the classrooms to ask if anyone left a lamb in their car. Seriously. Only at our campus would that happen. They couldn't find the owner so they had to break into the car to get the lamb out. Poor sweet thing.