Fighting the Flu

Doctors have tried to explain to me what happens when you get the flu and why you need a flu shot, but no matter what they say, it's still so confusing. I've decided to make a comic about what I think happens when you get a flu shot.

Here is your white blood cells

and here is the flu virus

Your white blood cells are untrained and unprotected from the flu, so you need to get a flu shot in order to prepare them for battle. (i.e fighting the flu). By getting the flu shot, you give your white blood cells the tools they need to defend themselves and the rest of your body.

That way, when this happens....

.... your white blood cells are able to respond by having an epic battle inside of you.

I bet you didn't even know that they save your little red blood cells too.

And you end up being a-okay!

If you don't get the flu shot.... 

.... be prepared for chaos.

3:10

My thoughts during my afternoon math class

3:10

Aaah it’s 3:10 and my last class of the day is almost over. It kind of sucks that this class goes until 3:20 Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, but there’s nothing I could really do about it. I had to take this class sooner or later. It doesn’t really look like anyone in this class is stoked to take it either. There seems to be a lot of blank stares. It’s crazy how many guys are in this class compared to how many girls. There’s a pretty significant difference. Like.... 14, 15, 16 guys and 5, 6, 7 girls myself included. Well, now I know where all the guys are.... They aren’t hiding under rocks on the quad. They’re hiding under a rock known as Roop Hall. I guess math and physics classes are where they are. Too bad I hate both of those topics. I’m about as excited for this class as I was when the Seahawks beat the Redskins.... not happy. At least my professor seems excited. He’s practically jumping off the walls talking about experiments with ping-pong balls. Or wait, what is he talking about now? I can hardly understand him. He starts every sentence talking clear, but then it turns into a quiet mumble. And I can’t tell if he has a Michigan accent or a Texas accent. It’s kind of a mix of both. Shoot, I really can’t understand what he’s saying. I guess I’ll add 'My math professor voice' to my list of things I don’t understand. That along with organic chemistry and the 'Speed checked by aircraft signs' on I-81. Do they really have aircraft flying around radaring us? I don’t think so. Stupid signs. But seriously, am I the only one who doesn’t even know what he’s saying right now? The guy with dreads on my right seems to be absorbing this. Hello future group partner! And to my left.... nope.... he’s online shopping. Well, one thing I’ve noticed about this professor is that he loves to stare. Haha poor girl in front! He’s giving you the laser glare. He’s not gonna break eye contact with you until… crap! Now he’s staring at me! Ahhh! What do I do? Should I look away? Yes, I’ll look at the clock. No! I can’t look at the clock. Then he’ll think I’m bored and even though I am, I can’t show weakness. Must. Stare. Back. I can’t do it. Looking down. What a nice keyboard! Actually you can barely see the letter 'F' so I take that back. Okay, he’s probably not looking anymore. I’d say it’s safe to look back up.... Nope. What the heck?! He’s still staring! Stop it! Look at the guy with dreads. He’s cool. Yes? Aaah finally. He’s looking at dreads guy. I mean, I wouldn’t blame him. He has such cool hair. And are those beads I see? Oops! Now I’m staring at him too. Ugh, this class needs to be over. I guess its safe to look at the clock again. It has to have been almost ten minutes now....

3:11

Shit. This is gonna be a long semester.