Season’s Greetings Blogosphere!
I apologize for not posting sooner blog readers…I’ve been knee-deep in practicals and exams ever since getting back from Thanksgiving break. I promise to catch you up on all my watcha-be-doings as soon as I finish up final exams next week. In the meantime, one of my fellow Class of 2015-ers, THE Mr. Andy Hawkins, put together this perfect SCO rendition of a classic Christmas poem I know you’ll enjoy reading:
‘Twas the night before finals, when all through SCO
Not a student was studying, not even Class President Puerto;
Their heads were hung low by the crick in their neck,
In hopes that Dr. Phillips would say, “Your finals? To heck!”
Their notes were crumpled, all jammed in their bags,
While visions of Dr. Kress gave them accommodative lags;
Dr. Newman in his office, the lights off and door closed,
Had just settled down for retirement, I suppose.
When out on the annex there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter;
Away to the window we flew like a flash,
And were careful not to epilate a single eyelash.
The moon, shone bright on the new-fallen snow,
Gave all objects a relative disparity depth from below;
When, what to my bifoveally fixating eyes should there be,
But an enormous armored man wielding a machete.
With the flick of an occluder, in a lively motion,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Vision;
More rapid than proparacaine his courses they came,
He whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now Bino! Now more Bino! Now Peds and Practice!
On Ophthalmic! On Pharm! On Path, Oh the injustice!
To the top of The Eye Center! To the top of the Tower!
Refract away! ‘Fract away! ‘Fract away all!”
His eyes, what a reflex! His retina, how glossy!
His nerves were distinct, his macula like a cherry! (uh-oh)
His beady little pupils glistened from the snow,
And I wondered how I would ever do BIO.
“No one is studying? What’s this!” He exclaims,
“Memorize those drugs, yes all 400 names!
Binocular summation is as easy as pie,
And yes, it is okay if you cry.”
“Those kids, those patients, they all will need you,
What will they think if you couldn’t get through?
That one week of tests of pressure so great,
Is nothing compared to what your future awaits.”
“Lift up your heads, don’t look so weary,
After all, your last test is not Theory;
This semester’s been rough but here’s what to do:
Study like crazy (but don’t get the flu).”
“I believe in your knowledge, you put in the time,
Now show those professors it’s your time to shine!
Saving some vision is the only way out,
You all will pass – I HAVE NO DOUBT!”