“I will not be touching that,” I informed my eighth-grade science teacher, turning my nose up at the frog in front of me. “You will be touching it,” he retorted. “In high school, you’ll have to dissect fetal pigs – at least this is just a frog.” “Only if you take biology, though,” someone yelled out. “Just take physical science next year!” “That’s only delaying the inevitable; you’d still have to take it as a sophomore,” my teacher...