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

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CLASS OF 1981

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BONG Well, the more things change, the more they stay the same. It was September the second. Letters we received over the summer told us not to miss registration. It would b the last time we would all be together. Is that why only fifty people showed? Dr. Bates gave us his annual pep talk. Where have we heard that before? How about September 1979, 1978 and 1977? We were then handed our registration packets complete with our schedules for our fourth year. What a shame we never had a course in cryptology so that we could figure it all out. We were introduced to the new kid on the block. Dr. Burns ( Say goodnight. Grade”) who quickly announced the formation of 8:00 AM Orthopedics conferences. Just like in Surgery. Ah . . . who liked sex in the mornings anyways? Dr. Burns introduced another innovation at PCPM — the instant evaluation. Now you didn't have to wait until the semester ended to find out what an idiot you were. Can I have your signature, Doctor, so I can discharge my patient? (Scribble, scribble, evaluate, evaluate) ZIPPP! I'm giving you an AVERAGE' on your last sentence. As a fourth year student you should know proper grammar. It's, May I have your signature,' not, Can I.’ Dr. Burns gets an 'AVERAGE' for his idea. Otherwise, the clinic offered its same cache of games. In Diagnosis it was Cherchez la Clincian,” and in Surgery it was Hustle la P 6 A’s. Lee's familiar voice rang out over the PA system (Is it Lee, or is it Memorez?): twelve for Orthopdeics. six for Surgery, seventy four for PM. and a bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich to go. Hold the Mayo scissors! Happy news. The building’s steadfast cleaning woman successfully underwent delicate surgery to have a telephone receiver removed from her right ear .... And the Xerox machine was still broken .... There wasn’t much in the way of classes — as anybody who went to those classes could tell you. Dr. Zulli presented us with a novel way to read X-Rays ( Look at them! ), Dr. Hymes taught us a few more initials, and Dr. Rega, et. al., taught us how to be excellent surgeons, provided our patients were cadavers. And sometime after the classroom hours, the clinic, the allieds, the labs, and all the rest, it happened — the transformation. Dr. Frankenstein was completed. Out of a lifeless mass of tissue was created ... A DOCTOR. It was a long time coming. BONG BONG BONG-BONG And that's it. Ladies and Gentlemen, the fight is over! After a long and sometimes unruly battle, both combatants have returned to their respective corners. What did you think of the last round, Ali?” Well, Howard. I give it easily to the class. They breezed through that final round. Maybe the Faculty gave in a little realizing that some of them will be on their side in the near future. Possible, Champ. Anyway . .. here comes CASPR the friendly, but overpriced referee with the decision ... and ... it’s for THE CLASS!!! The Class of 1981 wins!!! They'll probably celebrate by running up the steps of the Philadelphia Academy of Music. Well, folks, that's it from Philadelphia. Stay tuned for Leonard Nimoy in In Search Of ... The Class of 1985.' Michael M. Breggar And Now, For the First Time Anywhere The All New. Bright And Shiny New Models From PCPM The Class Of Nineteen-Eighty One

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