New Jersey College of Medicine - Journal Yearbook (Jersey City, NJ)

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REFACE This Annual represents a collection of illustrations of our medical school life-four years as we saw them. Some has been forgotten, much has been omitted, but the significant mem- ories . . . the faces . . . the thoughts . . . and the humor, we have attempted to record in this Journal. c. 1. P. A. E. W. It was unusually warm for SEPTEMBER 10, about 750, and the eighty-odd students who gathered in the main au- ditorium of the JERSEY CITY MEDICAL CENTER wore summer attire. Small beads of perspiration were evident on everyone's forehead which could have been due to anxiety. For all of us were gathered on that autumn day of 1962 to begin four years of medical school, four years toward the fulfillment of an aspiration which began who knows when. We came from forty different colleges and universities throughout the Eastern United States, but we all had one thing in common now-we were students at SETON HALL COLLEGE OF MEDICINE and we wanted to become Doc- tors of Medicine. It all really began back in the junior year of undergrad- uate school when, before we even knew what a medical school looked like, we took the MEDICAL COLLEGE APTITUDE TEST. This test would decide for many if they would even be enrolled in a medical school, and for others it would decide where they would spend their next four years. The tests were gruelling and quite extensive in their subject matter. We probably gained an awareness then of what medical school was like. That summer was spent read- ing bulletins, filling out application forms, writing out checks, and waiting. That was the hard part-waiting. And, we wait- ed, also, in our senior year for INTERVIEWS and letters of acceptance. The interviews came as did those same trite questions: WHY MEDICINE? WI-IY THIS MEDICAL SCHOOL? Sure, we all had our own answers-some of them very idealistic some of them seemingly childish. Again, we waited for the letters, and they came- We regret to in- form you . . VVE ARE PLEASED TO INFORM YOU . . .', FRUSTRATION and SADNESS became SATISFAC- TION and ELATION. Little did we know then that these elements. of emotion would recur again and again. Out of the thousands of applications, we EIGHTY-ONE were to form the first year class of Seton Hall College of Medicine in 1962. So, we sat in that auditorium and listened to then AS- SISTANT DEAN LEWIS welcome us and try to instill in us the meaning and value of medical education and what was expected of us during our next four years. He was brief but exact. He was followed, however, by a more ex- hausting speaker, MR. RAUCH, the librarian. I don't think anyone knew what he said. -Afterwards, we walked stead- fastly to the BASIC SCIENCE BUILDING to fill out var- ious REGISTRATION forms, pay our TUITION, be photo- graphed, get our lockers and lab coats, etc., ad nauseam. Books, of course, were another problem. Rumors started then as to which was THE Book. But, they all seemed to be the same ridiculous price, and so we thought it wouldn't make and difference-eenie meenie-very professional. Our schedule was handed to us and we studied it carefully: ANATOMY, anatomy, and more anatomy, gross and micro. But, whatis this on wednesday afternoon: GENETICS AND STATISTICS?? We then began our formal medical education with a welcome by DR. PIN CKNEY HARMAN, anatomist and folk singer, and DR. MAY HOLLINSHEAD, a woman, 'nuff said. These two people, together with DRS. TASSONI AND HEATH, would in the next three months guide us in normal anatomy as seen through a microscope. The next day, how- ever, we met the real Dr. Waterloo, BOCCABELLA by name. Anxiety mounted still further as we entered the anat- omy lab to meet our real anatomy teachers-THE CADAV- ERS. Can anyone forget theirs? It was over the dissecting table and lab benches that friendships began to be mould- ed. During that first week, we had our initial class functions. The first was the FRESHMAN-SOPHOMORE PARTY held at Franks May and Tony danced the two step .... The second came as Tony Scialla banged his gavel for the elec- tion of CLASS OFFICERS. No one really knew anyone else but we took our chances. Tom O'-something was elected president, Rick Algran Vice President, Rose Marie Aportabco Secretary, and Liny Pieli as Treasurer. We then began to- feel at ease, but this was premature for tests began to rule our lives. In that first semester, we struggled through seven written anatomy exams, four prac- ticals, five cross sections, and the unbelievable DR. MIRAN- TI with the anatomy of the human body in seven hours, not to mention, of course, the incomparable, ambidextrous DR. HOUVDE and what's my lesion. ' As we licked our wounds, we entered the more sophisti- cated second semester to endure BIOCHEMISTRY and PHYSIOLOGY. Here again, exams would wreck our nervous systems and turn us into caffeine and nicotine addicts. If we would learn nothing else from DRS. OPDYKE, LITTLE, KAHN, and SMITH, we would learn to be exact and punc- tual. The functions of homo sapiens, we soon learned, was not an easy thing to grasp. And, just WHAT IS COMPLI- ANCE ? The spring months were spent in the biochemis- try lab boiling urine and watching little dots climb paper. The fudge factor was rampant. Lest the reader believe that this year was nothing but gloom, let me intezject a point. True to form of medical stu- dents everywhere, we had our parties. The fourth floor of 645 Bergen Ave. was the scene of many-ORGIES is a bit strong. Summer finally came and, after completion of final exams, some of us took our leave of jersey City. We all, of course, wondered whether we would be together again the following year. Again came a period of waiting-for marks this time. When they did arrive, some wept, some sighed,