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Although the atmosphere at Vanderbilt eventually loosens up a bit, the med school dorm is a far cry from college, Montgomery, a Washington University graduate, says. "We used to do a lot more screwing around in college, we'd do things like bounce an empty key down the hallway--nothing like that goes on around here...
Silence smothers Vanderbilt Hall like a wet blanket. You can stand in the courtyard of the Medical School's only dormitory on a Saturday night, and the loudest sound you hear is your own breathing. Wait a minute! What's going on here? Isn't this a Saturday night? Isn't this a dormitory? And don't 250 students live here? So where is everybody? Where is the party, the beer, the music? At least there should be some music! Over in the common room some guy is playing the piano and upstairs some other guy is doing a Gregorian...
...much of the work amounts to reviewing the basic sciences, the pace is fast and relentless. And just about all the work is done in the classroom. Only in the third and fourth years are students permitted to test their stethescopes at the teaching hospitals and sample real medicine. Vanderbilt houses first- and second-year students--all of whom have had their fill of classrooms in high school and college, and all of whom are just itching to throw on Marcus Welby white jackets and start saving lives. Yet not only are these students back in the classroom, they...
Things get a little tense down at Vanderbilt about this time--finals are coming up--and they are especially tense for first-year students. The second-year students have learned to relax a little, says Gary Montgomery, now in his second year. "Kids who are getting ready to take their first finals see their classmates getting really tense and ask students who have been around for a year, "Is this dorm always like this!' But usually the tension eases up after a while," Montgomery says...
...stroll across the Vanderbilt campus on an autumn afternoon is to see legends spring dazzling in the soft blue air-a little blurred, of course, as all good legends should be. Over there (nobody remembers quite where) Tate used to address a class of undergraduates. He was a severely handsome man who looked rather like a Confederate cavalry officer, and when he spoke of "the Republic of Letters," fond students could practically hear bugles blowing and see banners flying...