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

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present the world ot bugs ds he saw it: Cipro doesn't hit Staph. AH Cephalosporins ate the same, and Primaxin is the word. His weekly stand-up routines on the fate of diabetics with polymicrobial infections certainly helped that trimester fly. Any review of our third year would not be complete without pausing to reflect on weekly (slash) daily conferences that inundated that year. For those who attended, Orthopaedics (note spelling) had to be the least memorable Mornings that presented PCPM residents spewing off memorized data on the perils of pronation, that we all had heard since 1st year. Dr Bresnahan (who7) lectured occasionally on one topic right, children. Those little darlings that we try to help and all they do is cry. Surgery conference revolved around some resident, who no more wanted to be at school than we did. lecturing on some arcane topic that was in vogue when Dr. Krause was president of the APMA I remember switch-hitting with guys in my group signing each other in to this festive event Unless, of course. Larry Rubin (the stuff of legend Himself) Chief Resident at St. Joe's was to hold an audience His appearance (and subsequent departure) was sure to fill a hall to its capacity — of about 15. A record, to be sure Last, and certainly least, was IRA FOX. DPM and his Wednesday Morning Rocky Horror Picture Show Oh. sorry. I was thinking about the day when Dr. Shavelson (earring and all) spoke But it amounts to about the same thing. eh7 To IRA I bequeath the plans for an authentic CIPHER INDENT attendance modulator that I picked up at a Dr. Who convention on Cignus Alpha Retina scan is a bit on the pricey side. I wonder whatever happened to 'ole Doc Shavelson7 Probably off doing MIS (?) with Steve Weissman. Attention Doctors there's charts at the front desk.” booms the voice of Alfneda English, as I am roused back to the present; my walk down Amnesia lane completed. It's afternoon clinic. It's also Monday, and I think Frieda has to leave. I sit and wonder at all the memories that have flowed through my mind just now Has it really been four years? How well I recall first year, with all its innocence and mirth, as I sit at this table and watch a few of us bring charts back. From the days of Biochem and Gross, to Pharmacology, to Rearfoot, to the Match, to fourth years' ready to graduate and move on. and still, we scramble, with terms like CRIP. CASPR. PSR. and RPR on our minds Not to mention the St. Joe's Guide. But there is life after CASPR. I slowly realize, in this now silent lounge, that one day soon, all this will be past. We will all be the Doctor that we. for so long, dreamed of being And we. the Class of 1991, the Experimental Year, will have to wonder, when that great day comes: was it all worth it7 All the pomp and circumstance and hardships that we have put up with for so long. Have we truly achieved what we set out to achieve, so long ago I believe that answer will be yes. For as the saying goes, success is measured by how far you have come, from the starting point which each of us holds close. We are all from different backgrounds, different countries. But we started this journey together back on that September day in 1987. to now stand together at the end — which is but another beginning. We will find the fruit of our labors. So. as we near the end, approach the day when all of us shall go our separate ways. I ask that you remember all that has gone before, and hold it close Remember the good times had with friends and the fellowship which has grown over the years. For one day you may take down this tome, from a dusty shelf, and page through, scan these words printed which is now so long ago. and find that you've lost something. The past has a tendency to slip away, as the future brings new challenges to face I am reminded of the words of the late Fred Shero as I close this work. He told his team. Win today, and we will walk together forever ” The winning is in the attainment of a dream What comes after . . is up to us. Stay in touch. Don't let the memory fade - Bill Dotzman '91 If we shadows have offended. Thing but this, (and all is mended.) That you have but slumbered here. While these visions did appear And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding, but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon we will mend. And, as I am an honest Puck. If we have unearned luck. Now to 'scape the serpents tongue. We will make amends, ere long: Else the Puck a liar call. So. good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends. And Robin shall restore amends. (Exit) -Shakespeare A Midsummer Night's Dream

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theatrical prowess and showed us how much he knew about Internal Tibral Torsion. By the way. who does your hair, Rick? Dr. Helfand regaled us with his knowledge on rehab and the elderly in two smash courses that year: Phys. Med and Rehab and Community Health — two different names for interchangeable courses. Again, what's the point. Art? Anesthesia (gas class) hosted by the switchhitters from Hahnemann, gave us all a case of the runs — for the door. Tag-team Whitney in Clinical Foot Orthopedics (Orthopaedics?) showed us the magic of the whale pad and that we still had all not bought the complete line of Whitney products. Finally, Or. Bill Martin tried to stay awake long enough to discuss First Ray Surgery for fun and profit, and to introduce us to essay exams in surgery — another first for PCPM. These combined with eternal clinic made for an interesting autumn 1989. I suppose the instructor that left the most impression on all of us that winter had to be Dr. Frank Montigue sauntering into General Orthopaedics every Thursday and challenging us to describe the fracture and how would y'all fix it? — Raise ya hand. I heard it! Did someone say bone graft — Raise ya hand! Dr. Newman attempted to explain the LAW. as he saw it in Forensic Podiatry. All I remember is Res Ipsa Loquitor and something about an unconsented touching. Sports Medicine was fun. (You notice how simply I say that? It’s to stay on the level of our instruction in that course.) I've always wondered why all the guest lecturers (besides those resident persons) were all women. How does Dr. P. do it? It must be all those buttons on his coat pronouncing him as a worldly kind of guy. Or they could all be graduates from various Dance Medicine Seminars. Your guess. He struck fear into the hearts of third years' when he told us that a paper was required for the course. I can still hear the cries of anguish from ninety some odd students on writing an 8-10 page paper! (Was I the only one to take Eng. 101?) Dr. Levine taught us the concept of O P M — other peoples' money, in Practice Management What he didn’t realize was that using 0PM got us through (or into) Medical School in the first place. Watch the papers for his upcoming indictment (who said that?). Cadaver Surgery functioned as a weekly Gary Bauer Power Hour in which he discussed anatomic structures and their variants that even Bruce Hirsch hadn't heard of. Something about Cleland’s ligaments, or whatever. Another excuse for a practical. Gosh. PCPM loves those things. I don't remember much about Internal Medicine — I didn't go to that one either (did you?) — but once again. Dr. Galmus gets a perfect score. It interfered with slap-happy hour too much, you see. I recall the nemesis lasL DERMATOLOGY. I ask you. what other class featured an animated textbook? (I wanted to use another word, but Roberto wouldn't let me.) What I remember from the two classes I attended (besides exams) was all of us mindlessly turning the page of our notes in tandem with our teacher, as if like some ghostly chorus. Dr. Witkowski was quite a guy. How come no one recognized the people in his slides like we did in Micro? Rob Donaldson must have been out of town that weekend. (Ooooh. who said that?!) This author was probably out with the Deck Hockey team. The warm days of spring 1990 brought us our final bouts with dasswork at PCPM. With the advent of the spring trimester we were finally confronted with the heavy hitters: Rearfoot and Trauma In Rearfoot (under the tutelage of the gods of Northlake) we savored the wonders of AO fixation, Lauge-Hansen, Dams-Weber, and not to mention every other surgery performed proximal to Lis Francs |0int Dr Vogler was the best though. He'd lecture for two hours straight, off the top of his head, then turn to the class and say, Well doctors. I guess you're wondering what I'm going to give you on the exam . . . ? And then proceed to give us all the important topics to keep strongly in mind. Sweeden's gam is our loss. The final in that course was a 100 question affair: about as thick as Harrison's Internal Medicine, and as easy to read as our Neurology notes. So much for Northlake. Dr. John Walter took upon himself the gargantuan task of instructing us in (his version of) trauma. How many different views are there on Watson-Jones, John7 After all. there is only one Navicular per foot, right? His tests were composed of slides that were probably readable when Dr Bates was a resident. But the catch phrase of this encounter was offered by Dr. George Gumann himself: “Don't take Podiatry seriously, no one else does (except George). Dr. Walter paced the front of the room a lot during those days, especially the time when Rob Filaramo got the chance to lecture to the mob. Enough said. The last eventful class of the year was good 'ole I and D — Infectious Disease with your host Warren Joseph, DPM This St. Joe’s grad did his best to

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