I spent much of the day at Monash uni today while our students went through their final rehearsal for the big Winter Concert, which is the musical showcase for the year. While I was there I looked out of the glass doors and saw Patrick, who was the school’s dux last year, chatting to some of the teachers and year 12s. I taught him in year 10, so I wandered out to have a quick word.
He’s doing medicine and really enjoying it. After a while he looked at his watch and said, “I’d better get going. I have a dissection in 20 minutes.”
“Oh really?” I said, interested. “What are you dissecting?” (thinking maybe an animal or a vital organ of some kind.)
He gave me a sideways look and smiled.
“Actually…. a Mum,” he said.