Kattie Jones
(She/Her, United States)
“Drink coffee, make stuff, sleep, REPEAT.”
“I knew the slick, smelly, and lifeless pile of skin and organs placed in front of me on a cold tray was once a living and breathing being. Putting all instincts aside, I trust the teacher. Plus, everyone else was doing it! T-pins are piled next to the trays and the teacher is passing out handouts of all the organs we must find. I can hear my partner stick the pins in the poor guy’s hands, feet, and even legs so he stays in place just so. “They died of natural causes” says every high school biology teacher. Looking around, I see all the guys in the room play with their dead frog and excitedly grab the dissection instruments while all the girls scream and hold their noses. As my partner enjoys his time, I think about the insensitivity and disrespect for the former life in front of me.”