University at Buffalo School of Medicine - Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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Medical Class of 1965 Four years have past and we finally have arrived at the goal of the M.D. degree. Yet as we look further down the road, we find somewhat to our dismay that We merely are moving from the top of one totem pole I0 the bottom of another. Yet let us indulge in a few reminiscences. Freshman year began with orientation where we were told that we were all expected to graduate. In June we tearfully said goodbye to those friends who had acted as if they believed it. Our class was particu- larly devastated of particularly devastating female stu- dents. The dramatic confrontation with our anatomy ghouls hanging by their ears was the beginning and end Of our freshman initiation and entirely sufficient. This Year saw various items added to our knowledge: what 3 giraffe did not look like under a microscope, that from a sufficient distance any old rag will pass for the gastrointestinal tract, especially early in its develop- ment! that it really only takes about 12 six-hour les- SOns to learn to run a polygraph wellg that four out of live students from New York City were mentally unfit, but somehow got by the Department of Social Psychia- UYS and that Biophysics notes showed a remarkable resemblance to alphabet soup. Sophomore year introduced us to controversy in medicine. We studied in detail the Great Blood Group Feud and decided that to get along we'd just have to start our own group. In Pharmacology the controversy extended to the students and tended to involve exams rather than research material. Pathology taught us to study the newspaper for evidence of disease. Under Drs. Freud, Engel and Small, Psychiatry came into being as a wierd succession of hallucinations, delusions and sexual deviations. Blood fiowed that year and we learned that urine was yellow, y-e-l-1-o-w. Third year brought us face to face with the fact that in the hospital hierarchy the medical student occupied a place somewhere between a student nurse and an orderly. Nevertheless we had emerged from the dark night of basic science into the light of clinical medi- cine, now almost convinced that we were meant to graduate. We moved from long exams to long workups and in surgery to just plain long work. Highlights of the year included sessions with Trauma at Children's, an opportunity for each individual to be castrated in Psychiatry, and vivid demonstrations of how not to spend your time in a surgical residency. Fourth year brought the finale. Earlier we had proved ourselves equal to the academic challenge. Last year we had proved that we had remained nice guys in spite of it all. Now it remained to be matched. In this match Dr. Becker was the announcer and Dr. Calkins the promoter. And with all possible secrecy the match was made. Rotations iiashed by in quick succession and we moved from the management of runny noses, to midwifery, to watching surgery from the fifth row, to student internship , and finally to a fond farewell to that fascinating mixture of memorizing, hazing, physical labor and philosophy that is called medical school. u -ii.. . .' 14' I' , . .1 Ry

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Srlulellf C'ounc'il Co-Presirlerzl, Phi Chi, Alwell Anatomy Award, Gilnson Anatomical Award, Bf.Y0ll,l!'III1 Honor Society, Nt'1If!I.K'llI',lJf6'1Il Fel- l0H'.Vllff7, Anatomy Fellow.s'hip RALPH D. D'AMORE Lackawanna, New York University of Notre Dame Senior Class President ll!! I I