Grotesque | Beth McGraw

When I was in high school my went on a field trip to the USU cadaver lab for biology. I was a little squimish about standing among all those bodies; although a lot of them were covered with long, white sheets.

As soon as we all walked in the room I could smell formaldehyde and something else I couldn't identify. This only heightened my apprehension. We got to look at a brain and lungs and different organs. The professor who was showing us around told us some very interesting things.

After a while I had started to feel not as uneasy. Then the professor, who was standing next to one of the cadavers, reached down with a spatula looking thing and held up this yellow, kind of gritty looking stuff. He explained that this was excess fat that was stored in the leg. He plopped it down in a little dish and passed it around for us to look at. The fatty tissue looked like some sort of melted grease that had been overcooked and improperly cooled. I couldn't bring myself to even touch the bowl. The professor made a joke about that was where all the french fries and hamburgers went we ate went.
None of us could eat at the fast food place the biology teachers took us to after.