Physician, Teacher, Writer
Catherine taught school, Itzam played professional soccer, Megan was a doula, Mallory read philosophy, Mackenzie was an advocate, Maggie served the homeless, and Sarah fixed bikes. Now these seven students are becoming doctors, together, in a new way.
In Progress Notes, they follow patients instead of physicians. Visiting patients at the hospital and at home, the students learn from the textbook of the body, but also the textbook of the community.
While studying the two textbooks, they also live: marrying, parenting, and becoming ill themselves all while they meet their Match and the kind of physician they will be for the rest of their lives… and the kind of physician they will be for others.
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