UNC School of Medicine - Tarhealer Yearbook (Chapel Hill, NC)

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On Completion of First Year Yesterday I made time to recall all those times wasted, trying to think of something to do. Wistfully gazing at novels half-opened, letters half-written, note service due. Summer came with a vengence of grammar-school games, foreign faces and names — albeit tan, as a rule. And mere days whipped that arrogant boast into fear — ‘‘Yes, I am in First Year of Medical School!” Colored pens by the hundreds, textbooks by the score, with financial aid spent, we requested some more. Lectures lapsed into days of far too much to know. Classmates caught up on shut-eye or just didn’t show. Adaptation emerged to the ‘‘study-all” plan when finally a way to keep up became clear. And while quickly it came, just a quickly it passed as prospects of midterms and finals drew near. Fun became but a memory often recalled of the places and friends we once enjoyed. “Tests must come all at once” professors insisted with consecutive weeks and weekends destroyed. And just as the memory of test-taking fades, “We’ll remind you again with the posting of grades”. P = MD was the second-year ' s cry. So we made no more effort than to just get by. But time passes quickly . . . unless you’re in class — or in lab — or shouldering a backpack of lead. Aspirations of Flonors dwindled from Micro to perhaps Immunology or Intro to Med. Now today, I make time to forget all that as I follow the sun on this island and baste, making perfectly sure I make the best use of the summer that is, I’m told, my last one to waste. Amy DeStefano 91

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Those Loveable Labs . . . 90

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Gunners unite! 92 nu