University of Florida College of Medicine - Retrospectroscope Yearbook (Gainesville, FL)

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THE FIRST YEAR It was a day in September, 1962, when the Class of 1966, bright-eyed and enthusiastic, converged on room 112 and listened to Dean George Harrell wel- come them to medical school. For many there were no familiar faces, but during those first few days the cubicles reflected the sounds of introductions, speculations and new books being put in place. Then the work began. Histology and Biochemistry led the way. At first the microscopes were our enemies and yielded only strained eyes and little dots and lines of different colors. Then such treasures as nucleoli, chromatin, Kupffer cells, Barr bodies and basement membranes slowly became visible, while Dr. E. Marshall johnson,s figure studies kept the world in per- spective. DNA, RNA, Krebs cycle and transaminase buzzed through our brains, and enzyme kinetics drew blank stares and shaking heads. There were long hours homogenizing rat livers and wash- ing test tubes, and starched new gray lab coats soon became stained and tat- tered. The lounge was filled with sleep- ing freshmen and groups of experimen- tal biochemistsn attempting to sort out tomes of incoherent data. We learned early about pallor and tachycardia as the first barrage of tests caught us. Hopefully we turned for aid and comfort to the worldly-wise sopho- mores, but their don't sweat itn attitude was rarely heeded. Christmas was a welcome break. Then there was Gross Anatomy, or How to Learn and Assimilate Thou- sands of New Structures and Terms in Three Months When it Takes Most Students Six Months to a Yearf, The smell of formalin followed us every- where and late nights were reserved for picking at fat, cleaning out guts, and memorizing pictures. A cutaneous nerve was rarely seen. Physiology brought us frogs, rats, dogs and cats who vis- ited with us for a short while and showed us how their hearts, nerves and glands reacted to all manner of insults. Then it was our turn, as we pricked fingers, ran up stairs, swallowed tubes and drank solutions ranging from salt water to alcohol. Dr. Lester Dragstedfs physiological surgery added some clini- cal spice. In the spring, tired and almost satur- ated with facts, we met Neuroanatomy. Slowly and thoroughly we ascended the spinal cord tin passionate purplel, fol- lowing every little tract and nucleus, and developing our own tics and spasms as we waited for the light bulb to go on. The first year was a busy one. For some it was novel and challenging. For others it was treading water-another year of college. Whether by plan or circumstance, memorization was the key. Finally it was over and the summer was ahead. 20 Lv ,J 5, f ff A f I LLV v X ! 1 V: uf J X I 1 lk If -F , x g- if X 1 , 9 '-9, 'I X f H- 1' 1, M' 'W 1' If '-w f , If ,',' Ill' ltd X .J ! X ' - , 1 l f X I X 1 M 1 f l 'fx F !l 0 I r f , , , ,E-,,, Ng! L. X 1 f A f '1 1 jxfyyk: . ' X -.,-V' f .4 f ' ffffl T lt' 1 I t l X ' L w 1 Q. l .p .X X ' . X ' v Fil

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Some were athletes. jones, a Florida foot- ball lineman, Bennett, a Miami U. track captain, Warrington a karate enthusiast, Boggs, Righetti, weightlifters, Caspari, sail-boating, and Onstad, a ranking amateur golfer. Frederic chased women. The quiet ones QBondurant, Carrollj, the ver- bal ones QBialow, Mogelvangl arrived. Some were married. Onstad, Bellino, Batey, Gerber, Blackwood, Cobb, Little, Conard, Bon- durant, Delchcr, McCauley, Williams, Zachman, et. al. Then the first year took its toll of bachelor- hood. Bennett, Bialow, Jackson, Carroll, Hayes, Marty Bialow Righetti. Second year caught Chesnut, while third year bells tolled for McAllister. When a stoic bachelor named Caspari was Qin his termsj finally nuptualizedn, the every de- creasing band of happy bachelors turned to Haddock for leadership. Some came as aspiring GFS and left as spe- cialists. Others reversed their choices. Some sought the Ivory Towersi' of academic medi- cine, others eagerly awaited private practice. They came with many apprehensions, rising confidence and overwhelming eagerness. It was September 12, 1962. Bill Bennett it ff Joe Jackson Jim McCauley

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