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C378 UZM12 1991 c.2 THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF NORTH CAROLINA AT CHAPEL HILL THE COLLECTION OF NORTH CAROLINIANA PRESENTED BY School of Medicine C378 UZml2 1991 c 2 . UNIVERSITYOFN.C.ATCHAPELHILL 000 8471805 This book may be kept outone month unless a recall notice is sent to you. It must be brought to the North Carolina Collection (in Wilson Library) for renewal. Form No A-369 THE TARHEALER Volume Five 1990 - 1991 The University of North Carolina School of Medicine Administration / k 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 3 The Class Of 1991 Lab 501 1988 1991 Lab 502 1988 4 MS IVs 1991 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 oasdfcmhtioenonilsstoerneamttishoentooatrrheeefrweroentndodertifhsueelxfcaaicntudilntgiynamhneadrneyIcacatanUsetNrsCultybhusetayyIhwtehalanptetdItamomemeatmokeegregctilnetaghrraotsuhgamhtysaIelhllofolfdthni.os.noaItnnsgsteeoramdte,oipwnraaorddmuucactnhyofloaferdgtuehcreamst.einosInne.,fa""cTtt,hheetyyh""erifneaftcehurlsettypoiaetnchdee smyasntaemgewhiincahwIofrelltdwtahsattmryaindgetoaclootntorfoldemmea.nIdnstiomen,mIeleawritnheodutthlaotsiitngdiwdhn'atthwaavsemtoosbteitmhpaotrtwaanytt.o. .meth.atItpcaarntbofegdroonwe!i!ngToupallmoefaynotulsetiallrnhienrgetion 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 6 IVs