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

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ur class all assembled for the famed “Picking of the Kxternships” choreographed by Barnum and Bailey. By the way. I’m still taking offers for my first trimester externship. Some people really got berned (sic). Finals for third trimester came and went without a hitch — or so most people thought. .Some students were brought up on charges of academic dishonesty. But, after all was said and done, they were found not guilty and no stern discipline was instituted. Surely, this was a feather in our CAPS. The remaining summer was the start of externships for many, and, with that, the knowledge of what goes on in the real world of medicine. Clinic was hectic — what with everyone trying to improve recommendations in such a brief period of time. topjgj] ourth year was sort of like the movie, “If this is Tuesday, I must be at Pennhurst.” Allied facilities were organized c aos one never knowing what to do, where to be, who to see. It was PCPM’s way of telling Carter what they think of gas rationing. The VA was a valuable experience. We may be the only DPM’s who can do gall bladders and hernias. There were clerkships where, after four years, we finally got to see what an office looks like. So that’s where it leads to, huh? I had thought all offices look like PM II. One third of the year was spent in externships. We learned mostly podiatric surgery and smiled a lot at program directors. Yes, this is certainly the type of program that interests me. Though in a way, much of it was like being a third year student, all of the paperwork with none of the surgery.

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ur neurology professor did his best to make us forget we ever had a neuroanatomy course. Why is it always our class that the teachers discover had copies of old tests? And, surgery gave us a variety of lecturers. First trimester we took Intro to C'ontompossis. Then came Metatarsal Surgery which was four weeks of material strung out for a whole trimester. Then we got precise guidelines for bunion surgery. Finally, we heard some superb lectures in Rearfoot, or, how to rearrange every tendon in the body. What we really came away with from Rearfoot is that Connecticut must have lenient rules. Usually a professor will define the course in the first lecture. However, we were really introduced to Trauma at the final. Okay, who failed the first time? Who failed the second time? Any overlap? It was really very simple — Take the square root of the number of questions right minus the number of questions wrong. Multiply by the cube root of the first three numbers of your Social Security number. Add your birthdate and subract your bank account. You see, simple. We musn't forget the course that taught us the SCRTC 2,3,4 H2,3,4, the under and over full ram’s head activated latex bunion shield, and “W hy my son calls me Dr. Daddy . Remember, attendance is worth 50%, so if you're reading this now, you’ve almost passed. We were taught that in an emergency room you always boom the what do ya call it; or, do you what do ya call it and then boom. To round out our academics we were inundated with malpractice law. One very important concept we learned is that to cover yourself and thoroughly protect yourself from a law suit all you must do is not open a practice. See, it’s all so easy. msmmmmmmm —x N.w C« . FRA rUIM ViNE Thru to NWOO ST ATE HJfi AlSSEWpSB Cfi ? EARLY BIRD 50 i SPECfAL VP TO f HOUR .: : 7 r xT EA.ADDl HR.0! FftACT . .1.00 MAX. ALL DAV w 2 HRS..' 300 ALL RAT£S t GL MX PARKING PLACES,. WCoer. FRANrUlNOANE T1 PARK • AND LOCK IlSTORIC PH1LA. Camper Parking FLATMATE

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inn|| inally we had three months of Clinic again. Classes included Cadaver Surgery. There is a rumor that these were obtained from people from our waiting room who had come in late for Ortho appointments. In another class, we laljgj learned what color tissues to have in the office, what type of paintings to have, and how to sign the Blue Cross forms. Clinic was a lot more fun. No more paperwork, no more running for this and that, and no more garbage from fourth year students. We now could dish it out! We were now the old pros, instructing third year students in the ways of pleasing each individual clinician. Well, I guess we’ve all made it. Four long, crazy years of hard work and learning. We shall all remember that we went through it together. I hope this look at our last four years has brought back some fond and humorous memories. Thanks to all the people who taught us and to all those who tried to make things better for us. Finally, to the Class of 1980, I hope everyone is where he or she deserves to be next year. I sincerely hope that we contribute much to the profession of Podiatry which we are now a part of. Good Luck! Scott A. Rand