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It came in the mail today. I knew it would be here soon, I just didn’t know when. But it’s still a shock. It’s the invitation to my 20-year medical school reunion.
Holy cow! There’s no way it was 20 years ago. I remember it like it was yesterday. For that matter, I remember my first day of medical school. I remember packing up to move from Arizona to Omaha and a million other details. These were events that shaped my life, bringing me to where I am today.
It’s hard to believe it’s been 20 years – even after three kids and 15 years in practice – perhaps because it’s a reminder of my own advancing age. Every trip around the sun seems to get faster.
I flip through the class list. Some of these names I haven’t thought of in 20 years, but I can immediately picture them clearly.
Yes, I’m going to go. Omaha wasn’t the city where I wanted to settle (for that, I came home to Phoenix), but it was still a place I liked. I look at my old apartment building and the Creighton University campus on Google Earth, seeing what’s changed and what hasn’t. I never imagined such a thing as an iPad at the time, and now I use it to "fly" over Omaha, remembering certain places and wondering if restaurants and book stores I used to go to are still there.
I’d like to see my classmates again. My roommate and I were together for 4 years but haven’t been in touch since 1994. In the age of Google, it’s easy to find out where people are these days, but it still doesn’t tell you how they’re doing.
And you miss your classmates. For 4 years, you were a fairly solid unit with them, living on the same schedule, facing the same challenges, studying together, and often going to the same post test parties. It’s hard not to become attached to those around you in that situation. It’s like medical boot camp – drop and recite the Krebs cycle NOW!
I look at old pictures. I was thinner and more idealistic then, still viewing medicine with an almost religious zeal. I still do, but years of running a practice and raising a family knock it down a few notches.
But I’m looking forward to going. I’ll be there, and I hope many others will be, too.
Dr. Block has a solo neurology practice in Scottsdale, Ariz.
It came in the mail today. I knew it would be here soon, I just didn’t know when. But it’s still a shock. It’s the invitation to my 20-year medical school reunion.
Holy cow! There’s no way it was 20 years ago. I remember it like it was yesterday. For that matter, I remember my first day of medical school. I remember packing up to move from Arizona to Omaha and a million other details. These were events that shaped my life, bringing me to where I am today.
It’s hard to believe it’s been 20 years – even after three kids and 15 years in practice – perhaps because it’s a reminder of my own advancing age. Every trip around the sun seems to get faster.
I flip through the class list. Some of these names I haven’t thought of in 20 years, but I can immediately picture them clearly.
Yes, I’m going to go. Omaha wasn’t the city where I wanted to settle (for that, I came home to Phoenix), but it was still a place I liked. I look at my old apartment building and the Creighton University campus on Google Earth, seeing what’s changed and what hasn’t. I never imagined such a thing as an iPad at the time, and now I use it to "fly" over Omaha, remembering certain places and wondering if restaurants and book stores I used to go to are still there.
I’d like to see my classmates again. My roommate and I were together for 4 years but haven’t been in touch since 1994. In the age of Google, it’s easy to find out where people are these days, but it still doesn’t tell you how they’re doing.
And you miss your classmates. For 4 years, you were a fairly solid unit with them, living on the same schedule, facing the same challenges, studying together, and often going to the same post test parties. It’s hard not to become attached to those around you in that situation. It’s like medical boot camp – drop and recite the Krebs cycle NOW!
I look at old pictures. I was thinner and more idealistic then, still viewing medicine with an almost religious zeal. I still do, but years of running a practice and raising a family knock it down a few notches.
But I’m looking forward to going. I’ll be there, and I hope many others will be, too.
Dr. Block has a solo neurology practice in Scottsdale, Ariz.
It came in the mail today. I knew it would be here soon, I just didn’t know when. But it’s still a shock. It’s the invitation to my 20-year medical school reunion.
Holy cow! There’s no way it was 20 years ago. I remember it like it was yesterday. For that matter, I remember my first day of medical school. I remember packing up to move from Arizona to Omaha and a million other details. These were events that shaped my life, bringing me to where I am today.
It’s hard to believe it’s been 20 years – even after three kids and 15 years in practice – perhaps because it’s a reminder of my own advancing age. Every trip around the sun seems to get faster.
I flip through the class list. Some of these names I haven’t thought of in 20 years, but I can immediately picture them clearly.
Yes, I’m going to go. Omaha wasn’t the city where I wanted to settle (for that, I came home to Phoenix), but it was still a place I liked. I look at my old apartment building and the Creighton University campus on Google Earth, seeing what’s changed and what hasn’t. I never imagined such a thing as an iPad at the time, and now I use it to "fly" over Omaha, remembering certain places and wondering if restaurants and book stores I used to go to are still there.
I’d like to see my classmates again. My roommate and I were together for 4 years but haven’t been in touch since 1994. In the age of Google, it’s easy to find out where people are these days, but it still doesn’t tell you how they’re doing.
And you miss your classmates. For 4 years, you were a fairly solid unit with them, living on the same schedule, facing the same challenges, studying together, and often going to the same post test parties. It’s hard not to become attached to those around you in that situation. It’s like medical boot camp – drop and recite the Krebs cycle NOW!
I look at old pictures. I was thinner and more idealistic then, still viewing medicine with an almost religious zeal. I still do, but years of running a practice and raising a family knock it down a few notches.
But I’m looking forward to going. I’ll be there, and I hope many others will be, too.
Dr. Block has a solo neurology practice in Scottsdale, Ariz.