UVM College of Medicine students share their thoughts with peers, mentors, family, and friends. Everything from what inspired them to choose a career in medicine, to their first-year experience, to fourth year rotations – the personal and the professional.
Written by Tamar Goldberg, M.D. ’15
I climb into a “matatu” shared taxi van on my way home after a long day at Mulago Hospital. The paved roads are coated with orange-red sand and filled with other matatus with their religious slogans pasted across their front or rear windows. Boda boda motor cycles and pedestrians crowd the streets. People yell “muzungo, muzungo” (the Luganda word for white person) at me as we drive by, and the children walking home in their school uniforms wave and laugh. The roads are lined with yellow MTN umbrella stands where you can buy minutes for your phone, furniture stands selling huge arm chairs, and carts filled with jackfruit, plantains, and mangoes.
Written by Peter Wingfield ’15
On the morning of our graduation ceremony for the University of Vermont College of Medicine, I sat on the bench at the bus stop outside the medical center. The sun was shining out of an almost clear blue sky and the flag of the United States of America hung untroubled by even a gentle breeze. How could anyone in my shoes not sit in contemplation of a long journey reaching its conclusion and fail to feel incredibly fortunate?
Written by Elizabeth Carson ’18
The first guest to arrive was an elderly man with a cane. He was by himself, and he arrived 45 minutes early. He entered the chapel downstairs, where my fellow singers and I were doing some last-minute polishing of our performance for the annual Convocation of Thanks at the University of Vermont College of Medicine. My classmate, Vic, jumped out of rehearsal mode to welcome the man. She took the elevator upstairs with him and, after helping him find a seat, she returned to where we were singing with a changed look on her face. “That man’s wife was a donor,” she said. “I don’t think I realized how emotional this might be.”
Written by Eric Schmidt ’18
Being a part of the University of Vermont College of Medicine Running Team has had a profound impact on my first year of medical school. Too often, medical students get sucked up in their studies, and it is pretty easy to lose your sense of self, your passion for hobbies you once loved, and your connection with the community around you. The running team has shown me just how easy and important it is to stay involved and connected. From my first week at the Student Interest Group Fair, I instantly fell in love with the running team.
Written by Bryce Bludevich ’17
Growing up in Vermont I had the opportunity to attend our annual Town Meeting. Held on the first Tuesday in March, it’s one of the most well-known Vermont traditions and an example of democracy in its purest form. I remember sitting and listening to my fellow community members raise their questions and concerns about the town budget, the school district budget and other items of concern. Some folks just listened; some spoke passionately about their issues (usually a tax increase); some argued, and others just applauded. The important thing is that each year these meetings allowed residents in my town to gather and plan for the future.
Written by Kathryn Schlosser ’15
I am not a pediatrician. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against pediatricians. Some of my best friends are pediatricians. I love kids and I do fine on pediatric rotations. But by week two of the pediatric rehabilitation elective at Children’s Hospital of Oakland, I missed the straightforwardness of a surgical elective, when someone would hand me a retractor and tell me to hold still. The extensive conversations about our pediatric patients – what they felt, why they felt it, and how they expressed their suffering – at first seemed irrelevant to the pressing medical issues at hand. But as I began to contribute knowledge of my own patients to these conversations, I grew to embrace this explicit discussion of my patients’ emotional needs as essential to their recovery, and found myself applying this awareness to adults.
Written by Matthew Cheng-Chun Lin ’16
Prior to medical school, the word ‘match’ had little meaning to me. I sometimes ‘matched’ pairs of socks after doing my laundry, but that was mostly about it. Now, after experiencing UVM Match Day for the third consecutive year, the term has taken on a whole new meaning. For me – and likely many other members of my class – it is a word that has become so simultaneously loaded with feelings of promise and heartbreak, anxiety and relief, that I will almost certainly never be able to look at my socks the same way again.