I shoved the cartridges into the magazine and lay down on the road to get a better aim. The crowd grew very still, and a deep, low, happy sigh, as of people who see the theatre curtain go up at last, breathed from innumerable throats.
This reminds me of people at schools not tryng to get caught doing drugs and stuffing their pants so they dont get caught by teachers.
At the second shot he did not collapse but climbed with desperate slowness to his feet and stood weakly upright, with legs sagging and head drooping. I fired a third time.
This shows the impact that it had in shooting the animal, and how it stuggling to stay up right or just laying down resulted in it being shot again.
Because so many teaching assistants were required, the class would be divided in half, and the lab would be held on two days.
I feel like this is similar to how colleges in our area hold class, by splitting classes into different hours or days due to the amount of students. But also how highschool was with all the TA's needed for classes