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

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HISTORY OF THE CLASS: PHASE I ugust 1979: from the ends of our Earth, 131 members of our same species converged on the City of Brothers, Philadelphia, to begin a podiatric journey . . . The mission, should we decide to accept it, was to obtain a degree, meet new people, and locate Doc Watson’s- not necessarily in that order. During orientation, we were informed that locker keys were with Darlene Lockwood, on vacation in Florida. Dr. “Human Pacifier Sartor proclaimed that psychiatric help was available for those who really needed it. and that trash cans were at the back of Room 318. Dr. Bates managed a brief welcome'' before slipping out for his noontime hotdog. We would see him at least one more time before graduation. Dan Big Stick Harrington stood before us for the first time, while a background tape played “None of you will fall in four different languages. As number 1 classday began, we entered a well-lit room which contained a skeleton, a Roman podium, a multifunctional 3D projector, and a laser pointer. To aid in obtaining REM. overhead speakers played a monotone Buzzzzz. The P.A. system had a unique oscillation between shattering our ears and forcing us to lip-read. Seating offered the options of comfort for the punctual, or, front and rear-wing pine-hewn desks for tardy pupils. Having been instructed in care and handling of cadavers, we felt confident in keeping the trash in grey containers. Almost immediately, we developed a lasting rapport with formalin, cockroaches. plastic aprons- and lab partners. A recent archeologic dig brought forth Nancy Minugh for “Gross Anatomy: The Body Beautiful . The speed of her verbal presentation was only exceeded by the rapidity with which she referred questions to Gray's. . Armed with only ancient tribal bones and the will to survive, the anatomy parade began. A cross-section of the wrist on our first Gross exam was in actuality the best level at which to slash ourselves after it was over. Other anatomical landmarks included Thelma Chen’s uterine pantomime and Dr. Harrington’s infamous Walking Tall Speech which included how to (a) make a grocery list (b) memorize the phone book, and (c) relax at a flick before exams. Not to mention triangles of the neck . . Judy Rae Churchill’s overhead light show was well complimented by front-row interpretations by Staff Sergeant Brooks. Soon we could all locate the mesencephalon- but where was the Camdcncephalon? Between marathon lectures, Nestles’ Chocolate Spokeswoman warned of the evils of cocoa and spoiled water prior to going on lecture tour in Africa. Our first presidential election brought a surprise leader to the oval office, who embarked on a pipe-and-promises term (with sunglasses) which ended abruptly “Your noteservice check is due by .. Enter Dr. O'Heir. Good mohrnlng, class. Dr. Dee-Cee-Doo-IVaOrnoy, from the East, welcomed us to Pseudoembryology. Later, the West's Dr. H gave us an Intense limb-bud discussion- then plenty of free lectures to “relax and learn the material Moving faster than sound, few of us noticed our classmates who were lost. So THIS is professional school? Is it time for another coffee yet? Dr. Conway presented his Histo Burlesque Revue to a captive crowd. You want it to be a macrophage? . . The road to hell is paved with the heads of those who guess . . You have 20 seconds to match each slide with its answers- NOW will you come to class? The world of purple and pink according to Leeson and Leeson soon faded. First term finals were a mixture of group prayer, caffeine side effects, midnight oil parties, and a 15-point Neuro curve. Things can't possibly get harder, can they? Drs. Shapiro and Lyons continued to do their utmost to remind us we were in pod school. PHYSIOLOGY (Hz e-ol-e-Je), n, the biological science of life functions as detailed by Guyton, Pitkow, and Davis. After six prolonged weeks of physio-Interruptlcua. it was evident that sodium pumps weren’t found in Corollas. Dr. Pitkow reminded us of our daily 4000-page reading assignment amidst avoiding his frequent octave changes. Dr. Davis told the overhead that he had Isolated T.S.H., white rats, and Preparation-H. “You're all doing fine ... the heart is a pump . . just pick the right answer . . Many candles of gratitude were lit for Physio’s generosity in allowing us to view SuperBowl '80 without exam pressure. Our bodily functions were put to the test twice more during exam weeks that year . . Socially, first year provided countless opportunities to fly home between quizzes on anterior thigh and gluteal region. Lower Extremity Anatomy brought not only the many-shaded bones of Dr. DlPrlmio. but also mucho soiled undergarments In anticipation of in-class drilling on surfaces of the navicular. First names for faculty, thanks to Big Stick , became a thing of the past, along with yo-yos and disco music. “Thank you sir, can I have another? Lower lab taught us that as lab temperature increased, cadaver legs would dry up. Profound statements on lab practical rest-stop cards would have humbled Plato himself. . Remember surface anatomy with . . er . . Dr. K and Mr. Rebecca in tights. Gratefully, we reached our dissection of the foot just in time for year-end exams. Drs. Fenton and Burke appeared, leading us by the hand through a magical forest of fatty acids and pentose shunts. We learned, in DETAIL, the relevance of Embden-Meyerhoff and arachidontc acid to mycotic nails. Labs were built in as mood and grade elevators. Notwithstanding the subject, Fenton-Burke’s to