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

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Against the blur of orderly activity that was physiology ,nw Dr. Opdykes protundity concerning the dryness of a recording chamber inkwell and Dr. Nolascos P wave As September had brought orientation, October brought disorientation . . . and disenchantment in the form of our first exam. Gelusil rose a full two points by market closing. Without provocation biochemistry burst upon us. A marked similarity between the chemical con- tent of Iersey City water and urine specimens from the little brown jugs was rumored to have a dual etiology. There were omens of the evils to befall us: our first venipuncture under the tutelage of Katie Lewis and our first, albeit short, trips-to the dental school for sched- uled conferences. Q,L,S, T wave EKCS stand out. With spring, the season of hope, came its antithesis, microbiology. Seventy-five or bust. We strove for the 755 the department busted . . . us. We escorted our beloved Pinckney to his final rest- ing place and scattered the ashes of the exam papers of our comrades fallen in battle: Borromeo, Gunther, Leitner, jaworski, Chisena, Rhoder. Thus ended our first year before the mast ofthe good ship NICM. Y gifwnnvnrn

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The bland facts and statistics pertaining to the Class of 1969 have been duly recorded in the grayness of ad- ministrative files. Here, however, is the true log of our four-year voyage, a collage of assorted remembrances: bits and pieces, stories, anecdotes, frustrations, and hopes. i ' 1 1 ,, 's -Y l I fl ' 'w 1: l 6 Few realized the symbolism of the gray jersey City skies under which we came together for the first time on that muggy September day in 1965. A carton of books, a mug-shot photo, Dr. Boccabella's Don't worryli' speech and a quick word with Trish and we were oriented. September was a month of discovery. We discovered the penetrating and enduring qualities of phenol, the true joy of embryology at tive o'clock on Friday after- noons, and Koslow's immortal sign. We learned that the anatomy department had an annex, complete with con- ference room, pool table, refreshments, and two full- time clinical professors, the brothers Schiavo.

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For many, sophomore year began sometime in October 1966. The department of psychiatry supplied the nomen- clature for this phenomenon, repression. The department of microbiology supplied the reason. Photo finishes in our races against the system kept various local brewers and pharmaceutical houses solvent. The very wet hap- pening at the Polish Community Center signalled the end of that very dry period of our lives. Some people were considerably wetter than others. Much older and a little wiser we returned to pathology. Being on calli' for post mortems seemed a bit macabre and too many trips to East Orange ended with three liters of bile-stained ascitic fluid and a giant hepar, but we were ready for the final. It was a memorable occur- rence. Mayheeeew, Mayheeeewv was finally replaced by You'll Never Walk Alonel' as Number One on the charts.