Columbia University College of Pharmacy - Apothekan Yearbook (New York, NY)

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3ird y ear Our story begins, not at the beginning but in the year 1973. We see a distinguished gentleman reclining in his easy chair by the fire, his great dane to his left and his sixteen year old son by his side. We look closer and by his bearing, we realize he is a member of the renowned class of ' 53, which left an indelible mark on the annals of pharmaceutical education. Well son, entering college is a major step in your life. Let me tell you what it was like in my day. I ' ll never forget my first train ride to school. I beamed with anticipation and qui- vered with fright. This was to be my first day at college. Emerging from the station, I walked briskly across the campus , only to trip over an Oldsmobile. My eyes search among the tenements, trying to discern which one was to be my home for the next four years. Starting at the corner, I narrowed down my selection. The A P? No. The paint store? No. The deserted building? No. 121? No. Oops! back to the deserted building. This was it! I had finally arrived. I strolled up the steps, my attire new, and my soul burning with ambition. As I opened the door, an air of professionalism enveloped me. They were burning garbage in the boys ' locker room again. As I was early, I decided to do some exploring of my own. I started in one of the hidden recesses of the building — the locker rooms. I soon dis- covered that the locker numbers ran in logarithmic progression. For lack of a log table, I was forced to carry my coat for the rest of the day. Suddenly a bell rang, and what had previously been a lonely desolate spot was now a bedlam. They seemed to come out of every wall and I retreated in surprise. This was my first contact with the pharmacy student. Undaunted, I went to my morning classes and thus began my education. You know son, your first few weeks pass very quickly. Soon the novelty wears off and the routine begins. . . What started off as assignment reading in C. C (Contemptible Civilization) never got any further than the introductions. Bless those introductions! The oral recitation ended up as a race between the one textbook in the class and the student called on ro read. For at a moment ' s notice the text could be passed to the four corners of the room without disturbing the students reading the racing forms. It was this class that taught us that a wise nod and a knowing look was worth a thousand words. After a year with the class of ' 53, Mr. Chill, our instructor, was forced to take a health cure on a milk farm in Oxford, England. We bade him farewell with our best wishes and an ex- pensive brief case. Now that I think of it, two other instructors were forced to take similar cures after a year of coping with us. Then there was Chemistry! As soon as we walked in for our first lecture we were weeks behind. This was followed in our second lecture by an exam. The next three