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THE TARHEALER
Volume
Five
1990 - 1991
The University of North Carolina
School of Medicine
Administration
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Stuart Bondurant. M.D. Stanley Mandel, M.D. William Mattern, M.D.
Dean Associate Dean for Clinical Affairs Associate Dean for Academic Affairs
William Bakewell, M.D. Cheryl McCartney, M.D. Gregory Strayhorn, Ph.D., M.D.
Associate Dean for Admissions Associate Dean for Student Affairs Assistant Dean for Academic Affairs
Dr. Noelle Granger, Assistant Dean
Dr. Barbara Renner, Program Director
2 The Staff of Student Affairs
1990 Whitehead Society Awards And Lecture
LECTURER
Dr. Robert L. Reddick
BEST CLINICAL CLERKSHIP
Obstetrics & Gynecology
FRESHMAN BASIC SCIENCE TEACHING
AWARD
P. Kay Lund. Ph.D.
FRESHMAN BASIC SCIENCE COURSE AWARD
Neurobiology
SOPHOMORE BASIC SCIENCE TEACHING
AWARD
H. Robert Brashear, M.D.
SOPHOMORE BASIC SCIENCE COURSE
AWARD
Cardiovascular System
Musculoskeletal System
CIBA GEIGY AWARD
Aleta A. Borrud '92
MACNIDER AWARD
John C. Mason '92
George H. Perkins '92
DAMERON AWARD
Mark A. Anderson '91
Danny Silver '91
HEUSNER PUPIL AWARD
Richard J. Brostrom, Jr. '91
Catherine M. Gordon '91
Leon W. Herndon '91
Shareen B. Kelly '91
Julien L. Naylor '91
Parlyn D. Thurman '91
ALUMNI LOYALTY ACADEMIC MERIT AWARD
Kenny D. Hefner '93
Victor F. Randolph '93
Lisa Hoekstra '92
Norman E. Sharpless '92
MCGRAW HILL BOOK AWARD
Helen R. Bellar '93
Eugene H. Maynard '93
LANGE MEDICAL PUBLICATIONS AWARD
Susan J. Whitney '92
RIGGINS SCHOLARSHIP
Lisa Hoekstra '92
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The Class Of 1991
Lab 501
1988
1991
Lab 502
1988
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MS
IVs 5
. . .
The My
Shelf In Closet
"Welcome to medical school," they said,
a"sYoIusaatriennmoywsaeamtonthgatthfierstbedsaty.
We have chosen you because you will succeed.
We have much to teach you
You have much to learn," . .
smiled from my chair eager to begin,
I . . .
naive and adventuresome was
I,
stubbornly seeking to prove that I would make it through.
"Let us lighten your load," they said.
"Here. Take this white coat and give us your jeans
and your tennis shoes.
We must make you respectable," they said.
waited a moment, eager to receive help and yet not sure
I . . . .
"Med school will keep you very busy," they said.
And nodded, for was prepared.
"TherIe is much tooI much to ever learn ..."
this they said they understood.
And yet each of them added to the impossible load saying,
"this is very important - - and it's on the test."
Suddenly there wasn't much room for fun or for feelings
for KNOWLEDGE was the key.
Long hours became a ritual ... a sort of insane rite of passage
and something to endure.
"You've no time for faith," they said, "and besides
, .
it's not useful now. Better put it aside."
cried out "NO", but they just smiled and said
I
was too young to know.
i
"It's best to distance yourself from your patients," they said.
"Emotions can weigh you down you don't want that."
I wept . . fori knew the pain tha.t. .would break my heart in days to come
for sickness hurts.
But had no choice there was no time to feel.
I . . .
"You must do better," they said, "to be really successful.
Put your novel on the shelf ... we have important
things for you to learn
about a thousand-thousand
particles which hold the meaning of life."
So gradually began to carry away the pieces of me
that couldn'tIkeep up with med school.
I wrapped them all neatly and put them away . .
up on the closet shelf.
put away a million memories of carefree days
Iand the simple trust of my childlike heart.
boxed up grief that was too busy to deal with
I I
and love that took too much work to maintain.
And told myself that there would be a day
I
to dust those treasures and enjoy them again.
"You're becoming a physician," they said and they smiled
with pride
but I cried .b.e.cause I knew that it wasn't me at all.
I was up on the closet shelf.
Fall-First Year 1987
Author's Note March, 1991
Rereadingthispiecemakessomeofthepainandbewildermentoffirstyearhithomeagain.Butitdoesn'tstopthere.Comingoutofmedical
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school, hang on to what matters. To all of us graduating and going on, congratulations, and use the same lesson to start over again in
internship.
—
Shareen F. Kelly, '91
MS
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