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If you were doing a poster presentation for a medical student conference at which most presenters are going to be undergraduates, would you use your undergraduate degree when writing your name on the poster?


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May. 1st, 2011 07:21 pm (UTC)
Yes. I can't quite place why, but I would. You earned a first degree to get where you are now: it isn't bragging, it isn't distracting, it just is. It's also not just a matter of proud, as your degree was in fact highly relevant to your current medical studies.
May. 1st, 2011 07:22 pm (UTC)
And by proud, I mean pride.
May. 1st, 2011 08:55 pm (UTC)
I would do the same thing that the other med students were doing. If they were split down the middle, I'd probably just flip a coin.
May. 1st, 2011 09:47 pm (UTC)
If it were possible, this would be the most sensible option, but a)med school is done as an undergraduate in the UK, so most of them won't have this issue, and b) this is a national conference, so I know barely anyone else who's going to be presenting at it to ask.
May. 2nd, 2011 02:32 am (UTC)
Ah, well, if most of them won't have this degree, I would cite it if it is a degree that is relevant to the work you are doing. Or check with your faculty advisor/preceptor/whoever if you have one handy.
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It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.
With sadness there is something to rub against,
a wound to tend with lotion and cloth.
When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up, something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.

But happiness floats.
It doesn't need you to hold it down.
It doesn't need anything.
Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing, and disappears when it wants to.
You are happy either way.
Even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house and now live over a quarry of noise and dust cannot make you unhappy.
Everything has a life of its own.,
it too could wake up filled with possibilities of coffee cake and ripe peaches,
and love even the floor which needs to be swept,
the soiled linens and scratched records.

Since there is no place large enough to contain so much happiness,
you shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you into everything you touch. You are not responsible.

You take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit for the moon, but continues to hold it, and share it, and in that way, be known.

- Naomi Shihab Nye

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