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To the Class of 1989, As we come to the close of our final year at dental school, we can look back at our times together, nightmares and all. We all had different ideas of what lay ahead and no one could predict what we were to endure. As freshman, most of us didn't know the difference between alginate and amalgam or that carving wax wasn't just a six week pain in the ass. We also learned a new word - protocol, and conventional study habits became a thing of the past. Biochemistry was of course, the cornerstone for our physiology and pharmacology. But, all most of us seemed to get out of it was a feeling that we'd be doomed come national boards day! Anatomy was fun if you liked the smell of rotting flesh. Do you remember when waxing two crowns for dental materials took about three months? Now that's all it takes to get a person through perio(for a quarter case, at that!). Most importantly, as freshman we learned to use a coble tracer for dentures and. lord knows, we use that everyday in the clinic. Time went by fast, but not fast enough. We lost a good many people from our original number. One as early as the sixth day of classes. But the worst was yet to come. We took advantage of the four month summer vacation because we knew those days would be over forever. Sophomore year came with a vengeance. A course load of about half a million credits and lab work which would take up all of our leisure time (a.k.a. study time). Lab work was the least of our problems. Physiology clubbed us over the heads with more information than vve knew what to do with. And nobody ever really knew how to use those damn oscilloscopes! Once again, thoughts of national board disasters ran through us like yesterday's roach coach food. When you wanted to get physio off of your mind you could worry about microbiology. At least the lab work was more interesting. We began working on crown and bridge with much enthusiasm and this came to a halt once they fired up the porcelain ovens. Wre were so committed to this task that one of us even went to jail so there could be better porcelain in the world. After countless hours of waxing, grinding, equilibrating, veneering, polishing, re-equilibrating, and adding nailpolish to our preps, the fruits of our labor were rewarded with a grade of C . Oh well, as long as we didn't have to do it again. Operative was fun when you were a freshman and didn't know better. But now as a sophomore the party ended. We learned more complex restorations and most important of all, we learned how to jam tiny pieces of gold with a portable jack hammer. Remember being told this was the ideal restoration? Maybe from an endodontics standpoint it was. Once again time flew by. We lost more people, gained a few, and before the champagne bubbles faded after final exams, we were clinic bound! We were issued our first two patients and a mere five or six folders later, we were ready for our first O.D. appointment (if you could get one!), mounted models and all. Even Weber was raring to go, but the school decided that the world was not ready for him and we bid him a fond farewell. Summer clinic was the beginning of junior status (or is that a contradiction in terms). We spent a lot of money to learn how to fill out paper work (what's a form 10?), how to write up O.D.'s and how to keep busy when your two patients didn't show. Soon our time ran out and we began studying for national boards. Good thing it was 95 degrees every day we were studying. The second summer session came and went with no noticeable difference in our clinic requirements. Before we knew it, we were dealing with lectures as well as a patient load. By this time we were pretty much burned out and studying became secondary, maybe tertiary to our requirements. As if this wasn't enough we got a new dean and the typical Temple turmoil was redefined. Instructors were leaving like rats jumping off a sinking ship. We weren't a sinking ship. We were getting a new clinic, or so we were told when we applied! This semester kept us busy. We had to see patients and deal with exams that seemed to come in large numbers every week. We managed to get through the semester but requirements were still priority one. Next semester lightened up academically but clinic was still there. Now school was a non-ending academic blur. Somewhere in that blur Temple basketball was ranked number 1 in the nation and a new clinical facility was on the way (most still think its for the medical school). The year ended, and that following Monday, we were the new seniors! We were the top dogs, if only we could have gotten rid of the old top dogs. Now clinic was all that mattered with the exception of those applying to grad programs and residencies. Our graduation clocks were ticking faster and some of us weren't even out of perio! Few obstacles lay ahead but they were biggies. National Boards part II came and the race for graduation and clinic requirements was on. Between here and NERB's lie a load of crowns, castings, and complex foils. But all our patients needed were perio and partial dentures! Throating our fellow man became the order of the remaining days. Yes, we endured all the inhumanities dental school had to offer. This small summary of our dental school years may not seem like much. In fact, most any Temple graduate may read this and remember that they were there too. Our class may not be that different but in our days here at Temple we shook them up a bit. We raised ourselves up in national board scores, much to everyone's surprise. We changed requirements and even got ourselves a dignified colored clinic coat. We were here in the years of change. We were the last class to kill a dog or even have a physio lab, the last of the old O.D. . And we may be the last to graduate from the present clinic. Let's not forget what we've been through so when someone tells us they are thinking of going to dental school, we can tell them to try their hand at something more practical. Like, for instance, refrigeration or air conditioning repair. These were our lives, and this is our time. Have a nice life! Odontolog '89
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