Hahnemann Hospital School of Nursing - Hahnoscope Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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Freshman Year . . . That long awaited day finally arrived. Remember how proud we were marching down the aisle of Klahr Auditorium to the strains of Pomp and Circumstance ' in our new white bibs and aprons. The importance of the nights of studying and days of work was finally realized as our big sisters placed our caps upon our heads and we recited the Florence Nightingale Pledge. Now we were Freshmen. We spent all of our duty time on Medical and Surgical floors. On these departments we had greater opportunities for taking care of medical and surgical patients. Remember the head and burn cases on surgical and the extensive use of the Bennett on medical. What a change! The weekends of our first six months seemed obsolete now that we were working half days and studying even harder. Finally we gave our first hypodermic, not to our classmates, but to a real patient. I wonder who suffered most — we or they ? Along came added responsibilities. Our first day in charge of a department. My, what silly things we did. How embarrassed we were learning to identify doctors and associating them with a name, especially when we did not permit them to see their patient because no visitors were allowed. New experiences and new people were all a part of Freshman block. Diet kitchen — what a change. Who would have thought that this would be our first experience as a private duty nurse? Remember teaching our diabetic patients the exchange system and the patient who was disappointed because no sugar-free wine was on the menu. We experienced many joys and disappointments in Freshman block, but they were all leading to that day when we could place a black band on our caps and be called Juniors.