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It’s finals week…I’m teaching three classes and taking two…I’m going mildly insane…but the grammar/English teacher/book lover in me still wants to take a brief moment to appreciate a truly stupendous word. So here it is… drumroll please…
Referring, of course, to the hypothalamohypophysial portal system, by which the hypothalamus (aka the nervous system) controls the pituitary gland (aka the boss of the endocrine system), the back of which is called the neurohypophysis. Hence the etymology of the word hypothalamohypophysial.
Go ahead. Try to say it out loud. I double dog dare you.
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This photo is amazing and way less gross than the muscle pictures in my textbook.
In the 10 days since I last wrote a post, I took my Anatomy & Physiology midterm, completed the third unit of the course (more on the brain/spinal cord/nervous system), and then took a lab exam that involved identifying nerves and components of the brain/spinal cord on pictures of actual people’s organs.
While the sections of brain were pretty damn disgusting, the ones I actually found the most disturbing were of the thigh (aka femoral region) and butt (aka gluteal region). For some reason, all those tendons, muscles, and nerves, looking all cordy and mushy and beige-y, kind of like a chicken leg when you peel the skin off, really turned my stomach in a way I was not expecting. Continue reading
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Neurons, the cells that make up the nervous system. Also, I think, the coolest looking cells.
So, right now in my Anatomy & Physiology class, we’re studying the nervous system.* I find this infinitely more fascinating than, say the difference between skeletal and smooth muscle. The brain is a crazy, crazy thing (pun unintended, but a happy accident) that I have always found completely fascinating. For a while I considered going back to school in psychology rather than dietetics, but two things held me back.
Firstly, it would require not just another bachelor’s but another master’s, meaning five additional years of school instead of three.
Secondly, considering I have my own issues with depression/anxiety (thank you, crappy autoimmune system), spending my life burying myself in other people’s depression/anxiety is probably not the best option for me. Conversely, people in the dietetics/wellness field all seem to be ridiculously peppy and cheerful all the time. The way I see it, it will be much better for my mental health in the long run to be around happy people 40 hours a week. Continue reading
My name is Emily Star. I’m a freelance writer and editor with a Master’s degree in English literature. I’m a bit of a jill-of-all-trades – I teach English, write, run my own shop on Etsy, and have recently decided to go back to school for a degree in dietetics. The choice to go back to school was made for several reasons, one of which is that you really cannot get a full-time teaching job at the college level unless you’re a masochist. But why dietetics? Continue reading