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Blood, Sweat and (At Last) Degrees
“We come from different places, have different values and world views,” Hari Nathan, medical student convocation speaker, told the packed auditorium. “But from now on, we’ll share a first name: Doctor.” “Most people think Ph.D. students wake up late, hang out in the lab for a while, then go home to make a batch of beer.” Instead, said graduate student speaker Emily Overholser, they endure “pain and torture” tempered with the occasional “waking up at 3 a.m. with an epiphany.” John Cameron, the Alfred Blalock University Distinguished Service Professor of Surgery and this year’s convocation speaker, imparted wisdom gleaned from 46 years at Hopkins. But perhaps the evening’s most moving moment came when Dean Edward Miller read a message from an oncology patient who, in her darkest hour, experienced exceptional kindness from a cafeteria worker. The message of compassion lingered as the graduates received their hoods, recited the Hippocratic Oath and marched off into the future. —Lindsay Roylance
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