Paging Dr. Howser...

We've been learning lots during orientation for medical school. Where to get cheap scrubs, tasty suds, and how to email your buds using the campus email system called Blitzmail.

Blitzmail dates back to before the Roman empire, and was actually Phidippides' last name. It has all sorts of bugs and quirks, but my favorite feature is the ability to choose a nickname that you want to use.

And choose I did.

Friends you can now email me at doogie(at)dartmouth(dot)edu. I think I'm gonna get some business cards printed.

Classes start tomorrow. We get scrubs, text books, and order our stethoscopes. Seems like it's happening!

Blood turning green...

The scheduled parts of the first day of med shul orientation are all over.  All that's left is the picnic at the outdoor club, and drinks at the canoe club.

More than anything, the dominant feature of the day was an introduction to the incredible amount of support this learning community seems to provide.  Not a shred of arrogance, or even mention of leagues of the ivy persuasion.

And the class is really an incredible group.  I got a taste yesterday when we did a hike up Mt Cardigan in Vt.  So many interesting people who have done so many interesting things, and who seem genuinely warm and concerned about other people.

Lots more to write, but I think I'm really gonna like it here.