Rats are adorable. They are actually one of my favorite animals, believe it or not. Ridiculously, and rather thematically, I am fond of cats, rats, and snakes. And all animals. And yet, I happen to by a psychology major who is edging towards neurology.
...I just enrolled in a class in which I will perform experiments on rats.
I know I can do it. I am absolutely certain. In biology, I dissected a fetal pig, and I did it with relative ease. I'm not very squeamish when I'm doing things (only when I think about things). It was already dead, of course. But I am still absolutely certain that I can implant an electrode into a rat's brain. Give it psychomotor stimulants. Study the effects of nicotine. All as the class description says.
But will I be okay with it afterwards? Will I have to drown the guilt out? ...Will the rats die?
The professor just made a long-distance call to enroll me, and asked if I was okay with this. While reading the description, I was thinking "Awesome! Implanting electrodes into brains? Hands-on research experience like I've never had before that may help me settle on a career path? Amazing!" But now I am realizing what this means. I remember a few years ago telling myself I wouldn't do this. But sometimes I commit myself to doing things, and I do them, consequences be damned. It feels like one of these times.
Oh god. Thoughts?
(Also, I hope this is posted in the right place? I can't find any "controversial issues" or "slight freak-outs due to questioning ones values" forums)