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

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team was a pleasant change from certain departments, treating students as people rather than seats. By far. the most well-attended course was Dr. Marv Whiplash” Jacoby’s advanced walking-on-ice lectures called Biophysics. George Tseng did all problems correctly. May the force plates be with you! Last but not least, open chain pronation presented itself via Dr. Whitney’s Biomechanics, or, Everything You Always Wanted to Know About the Other Two Planes . In time, peeking heel, malignant malalignment, Texas longhorn, and tibiotalar television torsion were explained, discussed, outlined, defined, revised, . . and discarded. PHASE II dors of formalin still fading, we found ourselves in second year. It's going to get easier , assured our third year peers. Sounds logical, we thought . . . Shortly after signing I.D cards, “Pacifier Sartor bowed out-enter new dean, Jan Hoffer, stage right. Her urgent duties inlud-ed wine ’n cheese outings, women In podiatry, and promotion of the arts. “Did you mention financial aid?” On the other hand, some of us had contact with Dr. Gibley in coffee line at the bookstore. Dr. Charles Krausz, first practicing podiatrist In North America. informed us that nails are Horny , . use silver nitrate on proud flesh . . beware of Pulex penetrans (sand flea)” We’d never forget the difference between onychoschizophrenia and onychophobia. Has anyone seen Hal lately? Demerol, 100 mg. IM- take 1 hour before Jacob’s pharmacology test. The Smith-Kline “King's” intelligence and wit were only exceeded by his self-confidence and episodic arrogance. Finally the nervous system, heart, and . uh . kidneys were less mysterious. Muscarinic, vessel-rich. Serratia showers only use phenylbutazone in ankylosing spondylitis. Dr. Brittner provided the pod aspects- drugs seldom used In podiatry such as steroids and anti-inflammatories were obviously omitted, to be learned before Interviews fourth year. As rats’ tails stood erect and rabbits' ears hemorrhaged, our respect for animals grew by leaps and bounds. Special thanx to animal trainer Puglia for lengthy pre-lab talks, and conquest of the Wild Kingdom. King Len’s multiple K-types stimulated . . . well, you know the rest. Pathology, one of the most useful enterprises of second year, was headed by the Four Musketeers: Drs. Arden. Kaye, Seo. and Ildephonso. Our definition of the course, unlike the syllabus, included: (1) translation of Dr Kaye's accent (2) betting on when Dr. Ildephonso would dismiss class, “Don’t disturb the other rooms as you leave , (3) lip-reading pathologist daddy Seo. and (4) determining Sid Arden’s eye color. Drs. Axler, Abramson, Dziarski, and Mr. Bo shared one thing in common: they were all males. Microbiology introduced an overwhelming ocean of gram positives, viral capsids, and the most vital north Tibetan llama parasites. Dr. Dziarski’s nasal humming played backwards said Paul is dead” in Morse Code; Dr. Axler presented an oversized fecal swab; Mr Terleckyj kept priceless records of legal class cuts; and Dr. Abramson stunned us with his wrap it around a stick lecture. In Roentgenology. Dr Tuddenham warned us of dangers in the atomic age While we argued about congruous joints with Stevie Wonder” Weissman, George Duft asked to go back 25 slides. “But my tractograph was off one degree! Has anyone seen Ray Murano? Through lovable Joe Entine, we knew of the affections of M.D.s for pods, and how to take notes- and fill in the blank farces er . . tests. Big Ed”, you really don’t have to leave the room. Running the obstacle course of Clinical Podiatry's unsurpassed Qualifying Exam-created by Dr. Thesaurus” Kidawa (AKA Playboy Pod)- we left a few casualties behind. “Was that a slide of adaptic or. ” Dr Smith received our Best Dressed-Best Tanned Osteopath” Award and lectured a few hours on Physical Diagnosis before leaving for Florida on Eastern’s Ban-De-Solell Flight. Second year afforded more time for a few parties, although Room 401's Chorda Tympani Party of first year hadn't been forgotten. December 13th’s bash at Dr. Shulhafer’s mountain resort left our favorite belly-dancer temporarily teeth-marked in a fleshy area- courtesy of Dr. A. Our first racquetball party was a success- everyone had a BALL. Ferry Stationers entertained until the wee hours, with goblins and human pumpkins. Boathouse Blitz 1 almost ended prematurely due to the aquatic daring of a few toasted” pre-Olympians. For one free pair of rigid orthotlcs. identify the professor (1) manicured fingernails (2) monogrammed sunglasses (3) Gucci shoes. Yves St. Laurent tie. matching designer beeper (4) flaming, ever-changing hairstyle (5) sheepskin upholstered Mercedes (6) not Dr Kidawa Dr Shoenhaus frequently called on classmates, occasionally men. to explain 1-5 lesions. P. longus, or the curling of Gastroc fibers Prince Harold’s court jester Jay was to appear later . . it

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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

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He wasn’t big. He wasn’t loud. He didn't wear flashy suits. But. like some tropical disease. Dr. Green caused palpitations, chills, and sweating in those who stood before him. Welcome to Surgery Department- slides courtesy of George Lucas. Precise, punctual, full-length, organized lectures were the rule of thumb for the Green Machine”. In the World According to Moe Green, rules didn't bend or break- is that true. Mrs. Green? The critical Eye of the Tiger would follow us for the next few years at PCPM Remember to stroke each surface 15 times . . . Hold it this way to put it on . ” O.R. Protocol was taught by our friendly, fun-loving surgical maidens- Nadine and Tina. And you thought we’d forgotten . . FINALS are OVER! On to clinic! Clip. Chip. Sorry, your skin appears to be very thin, Mrs. Keratosis. Clinic had arrived, taking us to the Island of patients. X-rays, and short wave diathermy. Our evaluations were so specific, we were certain that a secret analysis of our hair samples had been done. Drs Maglietta and Orowitz showed us how to hold a chisel, while Dr. Master Instructed us in Pads ’N Shapes-and the benefits of myoflex ointment. In the remaining months of our so-called summer , several students were chosen for the Dt. Arden Extension Course at Frankford Hospital. Here at last was a golden opportunity to see CAT scans, abdominal surgery, and other hospital activities ger-malne to podiatry. Yet another daring few ventured forth to Studio-VA, for a preview of fourth year. National Boards were held In late August in a serene classroom at UPenn- with matchbook-sized desks and blinding overhead floodlights (where’s my flashlight, Howie?). Fortunately, an angel of mercy delivered Dr. W (Cheese) and Dr. J from the subway to exams only 10 minutes late. Nice you could make It! PHASE III ell, the caterpillar had turned into a butterfly ... but butterflies are not free .. time to go down, grab a chart, and . . . Contrary to popular belief, classes resumed each day around siesta time, continuing until nightfall. Academic ambition reached its all-time high, along with class attendance. Speaking of which .. Dermatology with Dr Witkowski. the expert on Venezuelan lichen planus and mass sedation, proved their was no limit to the number of slides he could show in two hours. Incidentally, all 2500 could be viewed before the exam. Directions to Dr. W's office given In class were invaluable to hoards of skin-seekers who eventually stampeded him. Truly our most cerebral exercise of that year was Dr. Baseball” Bhatt’s guided tour through the brainstem, heavy metal poisoning, and demyeltnation called Neurology. Again, standing room only. Questions after class typically extended into the evening hours- necessitating send-out orders for pizza Dr Bhatt’s unique wit and Impressive knowledge made this course . . different. How many points was that scale, again?” Surgery was conveniently divided into three terms: See No Evil (Dr. Quintavalle), Hear No Evil (Dr Martin), and Do No Evil (Dr. Green). Forefoot surgery taught us how to remove a nail, fix a crooked toe. or transfer a lesion. Beckoned by the Roster Monster, the class converged . . Isn't this what its all about at the Penn. College of Pronatory Medicine?” Dr. Martin took us from Shade to Sutter, stopping to smile and deliver an occasional one-liner. This is a Japas. in case you want to go home and do one this evening.” Rearfoot surgery: tendon transfers according to Green, lumps and bumps with Urrichio. and bone scans by Blade” Mandracchia. VJM, the course director, delivered words in lightning succession, but had his heart in the right place as surgical clinician and teacher in the O.R. For many of us a favorite. 12