I arrived to school today and one of my fellow quinto básico teachers informed me she had purchased something to help our students learn about the circulatory system. Chicken hearts. She handed them to me gleefully and laughed at the horror that was quickly spreading across my face. One chicken heart per student. I looked even worse when she told me the students were going to examine the outside and inside of the chicken heart. That meant I was going to have to cut each chicken heart for the students, since they can't be trusted to use a steak knife. (Or should I call it a 'chicken heart knife"?)
Anyway, I was the only one in my classroom who felt disgusted by the whole thing. Of course my students were thrilled--ecstatic even--to get to look at chicken hearts. I think they enjoyed it even more because they knew how grossed out I was by the whole ordeal.
So sad. Twenty-eight chickens died so my students could play with internal organs.