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

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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.

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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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Amidst the shuffling of feet and the rattling of news- papers the clinical anatomy course provided our last contact with the department of anatomy and our first with the clinical divisions. Many profs communicated their displeasure with all the noise. The noise was the growling of our stomachs over a usurped lunch hour. Superb communication. Spring brought a metamorphosis. Clinical teaching at last. Our shiny new, black bags couldn't hold our most vital equipment: Dr. Schwartz's tome of directions and a street map of scenic northern jersey. Dawn patrols to Staten Island, pink enveloped attendance reminders, Kitty Wilson's adroitness with the projector. Still, like Ambroise Pare, we learned much from our travels in diverse places. L41-1 The overwhelming experience that was physical diag- nosis leaves little room in the memory for pharmacology and laboratory medicine. Marathon lectures amidst more feet shuffling and newspaper rattlingg repeated admoni- tions concerning our manners, attitude, and our fate on the wardsg but not one query as to the why of it. Dr. Mycek's exit from the final lecture summed it up for all of us. The National Board of Medical Examiners made but one gross error. It omitted the most obvious correct answer, So what?! Basic training was completed. We awaited the warfare of the wards. ,I l 5 l il