Entry # 7: Age 13


Dear Mr. Diary,

So I had Grimm anatomy today… Yeah… it was gross…

The Professor – Ms. Faust – said that the best way to learn about Grimm anatomy was through first-hand experience, but since it's 'unethical' to throw students into confined spaces with live Beowolves, dissection would have to do… Also, she told us to call her 'Gretchen' because, and I quote "I am not bothered by vivisecting Grimms I've given pet names, so being on a first-name basis with my innocent, impressionable students should be just fine…" End quote.

I think Ms. Faust might be a sociopath…

Anyway, that wasn't the gross part I was talking about though. Oh no, we had lab time today… That's right, on the first day of the class! No instructions, no teaching, just get behind the lab tables and boom! Fortunately, I do have a friend in that class; Yin and I got partnered up, although to be honest… yin wasn't much more than moral support… She's really squeamish, not that I blame her in this particular case…

You know what 'Gretchen's' idea of a dissection lab is? She handed out gloves and scalpels, then brought in a cage full of Beowolf puppies! LIVE ONES! I don't even want to know how she got them, but that's not even the worst part either! No… the worst part was when took one out of the cage, held it down on the lab table in front of me, and chopped off its head with a MEAT CLEAVER! Maybe I could have gotten past that, but all the while she was making small talk with like the creepiest smile ever on her face! How am I supposed to react to that!? Especially when the psycho's holding a meat clever!

Yin fainted…

I suppose that after that display, nothing really should've surprised me, but her only instructions after that were to, and again I quote, "Start pokin' around," End quote… I mean, 'pokin' around?' Firstly, that is a positively shameful abuse of the English language, secondly, poking? As in just stab it a bunch of times and see what happens? Thirdly, OH MY DUST WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU WOMAN!?

Ehem… I left one of Mom's business cards on Ms. Faust's desk… you know… in case she realizes that she needs help…

Even so, it was a long class… or at least it felt that way…. Hard to concentrate on the clock when you busy holding your breath and prodding at the twitching body of a dead Beowolf puppy… And it was kina cute too – well, it was cute before it was viciously decapitated…

And to top all that unpleasantness off? Well, since Yin fainted when the teacher er… prepared our specimen, we got a bad grade because she couldn't participate in the dissection! I tried to explain how that wasn't fair to Ms. Faust, but she said that the grade wasn't because Yin fainted, but because Yin spent the brief amount of class before that hiding behind me when the box of Beowolves was brought in! Are you kidding? I wanted to hide behind me!

Dust knows hiding behind Yin wouldn't do much good…

By the time it was all over, I was about ready to show 'Gretchen' where she could stick her scalpels, but being the polite young adult and Huntress-to-be that I am, I restrained myself, resolving to warn Cinder about that class later. Not Emmy though… something tells me she'd get a kick out of that…. She worries me too sometimes… Would've been nice to have Cinder in class with us, now that I think of it… maybe she could have lit the teacher's hair on fire or something to get us out of it…

Well, goodnight for now, Mr. Diary,

Glynda