Temple University School of Medicine - Skull Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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The rest of the day was filled with stimulating lectures. Some of the students, even on the very first day, knew exactly what specialty they were going into and didn’t waste any time with such nonsense as basic sciences.

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Anyone reading the newspaper in Dr. Lorber's, Marder’s or Lundy’s lectures is hereby sentenced to 100% attendance at the Saturday morning surgery conferences. During the two o’clock lecture break, I dashed across the street in order to get the money for some sorely needed textbooks. Medical school at Temple offered us many challenges in the course of our four years, but few surpassed in high drama and nerve—twitching tension of cashing a check at the cashier's office in Parkinson. Will we ever forget the friendly smile and boundless warmth we would inevitably find there? For example . . “Good morning ma’am, I'd like to cash a $10 check.” “Why?” Well, because I need the money. “Oh come on, you’ve got to do better than that.” “Right, actually this was just a come on so I could ask you for a date. “Don’t be smart. I want your I.D., driver’s license, social security and Columbia record club cards, fingerprints and left ear, if you’ve got it with you.” After ink is finally laid upon paper - “What! You made this out to Temple University!” “Well, I thought that was appropriate since this is Temple University.” “Oh no you don’t. I’m wise to you. You're going to claim this for income tax. I won’t cash it.” But... Next!” (quietly walking away-------) “Now I know why they have those bars there; it’s to protect you from assault, not robbery.” 27

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Because of the day’s excitement, I was determined to spend some time in the library that evening. It was amazing to see the enthusiasm with which the neophyte doctors were already practicing the skills taught to them only that day.