In high school, there were a bunch of preppy girls in my zoology class. You know, cheerleader types. I guess they thought that Zoology would be an easy credit. Invariably, I got saddled with one of them when it came time to do dissections. They would squeal, and flail their little hands around, and act terrified of the entire process. When we discovered these unborn, pickled baby sharks, I was a little bit horrified. they wanted to squeal with delight at how cute they work and take pictures posing with them.
Somehow, I was the freak, because I wore black. Makes no damn
sense.