Unique Jargon Of Our Chosen Profession. What Was To Follow

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unique jargon of our chosen profession. What was to follow was an application of that which we had just survived. The fourth quarter at Keystone was devoted to a number of separate pursuits. The first order of business was the final course of the year, an eclectic undertaking known as Clinical Medicine. The second item on the agenda was preparation for Part I of the National Boards. Clinical Medicine was an overture of what was to follow for the next two years. It was an introduction to the various clinical clerkships, as well as the one and only course in medical school that concerned itself with such skills as taking a medical history, examining a patient, and applying the knowledge that had been gained over the past two years to the…show more content…
Interestingly, Keystone was one of the medical colleges that minimized the value of the National Boards. In fact, professors in virtually every course mentioned there would be certain material on the boards they didn 't feel was important enough to present in their lectures. In spite of the institution 's obvious disregard for the National Boards, passing Parts I and II of the exam was still considered a prerequisite for graduation from Keystone. To the trained observer, there are certain signs on a medical school campus that can be used to tell the time of year. For example, the appearance of frantic students who smell like cadavers indicates the season is fall. A truly astute observer can even tell if it is early, mid, or late fall by how frantic the student seems and how powerfully the essence of cadaver fills the air. In the same manner, the trained observer knows it is spring by the sudden blossoming of a new class of second-year medical students, who bedecked in the short white coats that are the trademark of the upper-year medical student, can be seen trying to figure out how to open their new black medical bags. In a sense, wearing our new white coats for the first time, even if it was only to make sure Seymour and Ira got the sizes right, was more awkward than any of our previous experiences in medical school. So too was filling up our black bags with the new medical
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