Proud Iskolar ng Bayan

January 18th, 2008 by jo-mace

1. Student number
2002-50000

2. College
College of Social Science and Philosophy/College of Medicine

3. Course
BS Psychology/Doctor of Medicine

4. Nag-shift ka ba o na-kickout?
Nope. First choice ko ang psych.

5. Saan ka kumuha ng UPCAT
Sa Pilot elementary school sa Imus, Cavite.

6. Favorite GE Subject
SocSci1

7. Favorite PE
Cheerdance :)

8. Saan ka nag-aabang ng hot guy sa UP?
sa PHAn lobby. hahaha.

9. Favorite Prof/s
Sir Palis, Sir David, Ma’am Mendoza

10. Pinaka-ayaw na GE subject
CW10

11. Kumuha ka ba ng Wed or Sat classes?
kapag wala lang choice.

12. Nakapag-field trip ka ba?
yup! MS1 sa corrigedor.

13. Naging CS or US ka ba sa UP?
yup! yung sem lang na may math 17 hindi. haha. ;p

14. Ano ang Org/Frat/Soro mo?
UP PUGAD Sayk, UP Music Circle, Mu Sigma Phi Sorority (sign-up ngayong Med)

15. Saan ka tumatambay parati?
Pugad tambayan, PHAn lobby, Medstones, Med libe.

16. Dorm, boarding house or bahay?
1st year, 1st sem: Cavite; 1st year 2nd sem - 2nd year 2nd sem: East Fairview; 3rd year- 4th year Hardin ng Rosas; Med: Vito Cruz Towers, Malate :)

17. Kung walang UPCAT at malaya kang makakapili ng course, anong pipiliin mo?
Psych pa rin eh. Kung hindi ko naisip magmed baka nag BAA ako.

18. Sino ang pinaka-una mong nakilala sa UP?
umm..hindi ko maalala. sina george..sina ninx..

19. First play na napanood mo sa UP?

wah, hindi ko maalala…

20. Name the 5 most conyo orgs in UP
wala akong pakialam sa mga conyo eh. tumataas BP ko.

21. Name 5 of the coolest orgs/frat/soro in UP
may bias ako syempre..kaya di ko na sasagutin.

22. May frat/soro ba na nagrecruit sa iyo?
wala.

23. Saan ka madalas maglunch?
Casaa

24. Masaya ba sa UP?
oo naman. yung freedom, independence, yung environment, maraming taong astig at talagang intellectual…

25. Nakasama ka na ba sa rally?
hmm..hindi. nakikinig lang ako sa lobby kapag may mga naggagather dun.

26. Ilang beses ka bumoto sa Student Council?
lagi ako bumoboto.

27. Name at least five leftist groups in UP
Stand up lang natatandaan ko eh. tsaka pala LFS.

28. Pinangarap mo rin bang mag-laude nung freshman ka?
honestly hindi. feeling ko kasi nun iba yung college sa HS na hindi ko na kailangan maging GC, basta may degree. kaso kung mga friends mo GC at intrinsic ang pagstrive for excellence sayo (haha naks!) lalabas at lalabas yun. ;p

29. Kanino ka pinaka-patay na patay sa UP?
haha. tinatanong pa ba yan.

30. Kung di ka UP, anong school ka?
hindi ko maimagine.

Feared Future Struggle

August 30th, 2007 by jo-mace

tulI’ve always talked about the passionate side of my decision to take this vocation, that this is the only path I see myself in, the only way I know how to touch other people’s lives, the vital route towards self-actualization. But now, I’d like to express my practical concerns about med.

I’ve always been curious how the doctors I know got to where they are now - successfully living comfortable lives. I’ve always wanted to know how they struggled starting and building their own family with still, I assume, little reputation attached to their name as they probably were just fresh from residency or med school. How late in life will we reap the fruits of our very very hard labor in med school and training? I’ve always had low EQ, I don’t like waiting. If I had to, I’d like to know how long coz I don’t like waiting indefinitely. Not for anything.

I’d like to know these things because I have plans. As I mentioned in our mentoring session, my friends and I have concerns about the viability of our egg cells. hahaha. The best egg cells are released in women’s early to late 20’s. geniuses more likely born to mothers in their mid 20’s. hahaha. pero seriously, I’d like to plan my family. I’d like to get married and have our own house though they say living with parents for the first few years would help the couple financially. But i think that’s not for me.

I don’t want to start a family and have nothing, zero balance to my account. But I don’t want to go abroad either for faster bigger income. Aside from my RSO contract, the idea kinda disgusts me right now (I mean no offense to those who plan to do so, but in my context - of how I’ve always been surprised of my loyalty to this country, of how I promised my self to offer my services here, of how I argued that going abroad will be the last resort of finding a way to feed my children and support my family, I may disgust myself if I suddenly opt to turn my back on my own promise right after graduation!).

But the kwentuhan last wednesday with our mentors and this article I read today bothered me. I have high expectations for graduates of UP College of Medicine. My grandmother was never really enthusiastic about my decision to pursue med. She wanted me to take the pambansang kurso ng Pilipinas, go to the US, earn $, $, $, $. She even pointed out that a lot of doctors are becoming nurses for an easier route to greener psatures. She couldn’t understand my cheesy reason why I chose med. She had lost hope a long time ago.

And I haven’t. I’ve always believed that a graduate of UP will never run out of patients especially when most if not all UP doctors are the best and of world class standards. That a good, competent doctor will never become jobless. That money will come to you, that it will not become a concern and one can then truly treat med as a vocation and not just a profession.

However, as I mentioned, some things bothered me. Nakwento nung mentor namin na sa residency nila sa neuro, 3 silang naghahati sa isang item na 10k lang sweldo. Eh ilang taon ka na nun diba? tapos ganun lang sweldo mo? hindi nga kasya kung single ka lang, pano kaya kung may asawa ka na? tapos kayong dalawa pa pala yung nasa Neuro Residency. hahaha. kawawa.

then I read this. Panahon pa ata siya ni Marcos pero I doubt kung may significant improvement simula nun hanggang ngayon:

The last year of surgical residency training is a decisive year. The senior resident is usually a doctor in his late twenties or early thirties. The transitions from his four years in college for pre-med to five years in medical college and subsequently to another five years of surgical training have been relatively smooth. But this time, he is coming to a crossroad in his life.

Sometime during his training program, he might have found enough time to fall in love, usually with a fellow doctor or a nurse in the same hospital. He would have gotten married and settled to conjugal life with a kid or two in a rented apartment nearby. Their combined income would have been enough to support their simple lifestyles and that of their pre school children. But after five years of back breaking work, he finds his financial position untenable. His training ends, he is out of a job and without any visible means of support since he does not have any private practice. His wife’s salary alone is not enough for their growing family’s needs while he sets about building a private practice which takes a few years. But this usually was not a problem in PGH (Philippine General Hospital) because the majority of the graduates from the training programs were really not planning to stay anyway. The last year of training in Surgery was spent writing flurries of applications for internship/residency to good surgical training programs in USA. Acceptance in these training hospitals was assured after surgical training in PGH because these doctors were the best export materials we had to the USA. This transition was smooth because the importing hospital usually provided the family’s airplane fares to USA, provided them housing, and also looked for a job for his wife in the hospital. His salary as a first year surgical resident in USA far exceeded his combined five year income in PGH. So his five year sadomasochistic training in PGH actually turned out to be a golden parachute that took him to a soft landing into the good life in America. The problem only came with a few of the graduates who decided to stay in the country. And to me, as president of the PGH physician’s association (PGHPA) in my last year of training, this was a crucial point because the local atmosphere was actually hostile to the graduating resident who wanted to stay and practice in Manila.

So I formally requested the Department Chairman and the Hospital Director to officially allow the more senior residents in PGH limited and supervised private practice during their last year of training to acclimatize them to treat paying patients and to provide some financial support for their families after their salaries ceased. They refused to my request outright.

One senior member of the consultancy staff told me disdainfully in a conference that their duty was only to train the residents in surgery and they didn’t really care much what happened to them afterwards. It was useless to talk to him about the Little Prince and his Rose. He had not read St. Exupery. Ironically, some of the consultant staff now looked at their resident graduates as possible competitors in their profession. The Hospital Director was also indignantly against the idea. He was afraid it would open PGH to abuses by resident physicians. He told me it was an immoral idea. I told him that I could not think of anything more abusive and immoral in the PGH than the fact that the majority of the residents trained and honed their skills on poor Filipino patients but used them to advantage on rich American patients later. Besides, the private practice that I was suggesting was directly under the supervision of the department and the hospital, so it could not have been dangerous. But they did not want to discuss the idea any further. The PGH had existed for 60 years before I came in with my harebrained ideas and it would continue to exist without me in the next 60.

So I played my trump. A surgical resident went on 24 hour duty every three days and still held office hours officially in between duty days. That made a total of at least 104 days a week, not counting the hours the resident stands vigil over a dying patient. As government employees, we were supposed to work only 40 hours a week. If the hospital administration would not accede to supervised private practice for graduating residents, the PGHPA would demand for residents’ overtime pay for the balance of 63 hours per week. Or else. Hard ball. I saw the PGH Director pale in panic and stutter to me in anger that if I opted for that move, it would be immoral because PGH would not survive. I warned him the next time he called me immoral, he would have to be talking to my lawyer. I left him stunned in his office, as I usually did, and in a way, I pitied the man. He had been put in his office by a strike in my internship year, and he could be also booted out by another strike five years later. But the situation in 1975 was far different from the situation in 1970. Martial Law tolerated no strikes; and graduating resident physicians who had families to support were no longer the same militant students who had nothing to lose five years before. The present PGH director was also a personal physician of the Dictator and I knew what he was going to do. In no time, President Marcos issued an Executive order designating resident doctors in government training hospitals as Trainees and no longer government employees and therefore had to work more than 40 hours a week according to the programs they were in. I felt so sad and helpless. And so alone. It was such a desolate way to say goodbye an institution I had learned to love and cherish.

(MindaViews is the opinion section of MindaNews. Ting — Dr. Jose M. Tiongco — is a graduate of the UP College of Medicine Class 1971 and is chief executive officer of the Medical Mission Group Hospitals and Health Services Cooperative-Philippines Federation. He wrote about the early years of the cooperative hospitals and cooperative health fund in the book, : Child of the Sun Returning)

So pano na? Tama ba tong pinasok ko? Paglilipasan na lang ba talaga kami ng panahon? Natakot tuloy ako para sa kinabukasan ko…Kailangan ko ulit ng mentoring session…

brain drain

May 9th, 2007 by jo-mace

The other night, I was browsing through a forum in Pinoy exchange and stumbled upon a long comment, which turned to a debate about the speech of the 16 yo valedictorian of UP Diliman. One argued that it was cheezy and judgmental. It was also mentioned that maybe UP students are just lazy and are usually late. The discussion even went slightly off the point when a ridiculous analogy was made which implied that UP students are not law abiding citizens. (click here to know further) .and i beg to differ.

I, too, cut through the grass and walk on the paved trail rather than the uneven pavement around buildings and the acad oval. I do this even when I am not late or even when I am not tired. I thought it was just the most logical path, since the shortest way from point a to point b is through a straight line. It’s my small achievement to know that I reached my destination with the least amount of energy spent. That covers the "partly true" phrase of her speech.

I can agree that the speech is judgmental especially to those who chose to work abroad out of necessity only if she was addressing, let say, the nation. But I want to take into consideration the context she was in. She was addressing a batch of Iskolars ng Bayan, which I myself would mind if they immediately apply for work abroad to seek a better life. This goes especially to those UP Med students who, right after graduation, went abroad for greener pastures; and those who plan to do the same. Without batting an eyelash, here are two words for you: Selfish and Corrupt.

We all know that if you want the best education at the lowest price for those who want to pursue medicine, it’s UP with a 20k tuition fee a sem. Compare this to UST’s jaw dropping 25k non-refundable reservation fee and 80k tuition fee a sem, and other private medical schools that ask for more or less, you’ll feel iskolar-ly alright. But the title doesn’t end there. we are not just Iskolars. we are Iskolars ng Bayan. We are subsidized by the government using taxpayers’ money.

I learned today that the Filipino people spend 100,000 pesos per UP Med student per semester for the world class quality of education, "facilities", faculty, laboratory fees, miscellaneous fees, etc. Yes, UP is actually more expensive than UST and St. Luke’s (though i dunno how. run down buildings, part time teaching doctors at 12k a month, not so high-tech instruments…). That’s 2 semesters a year. That’s 5 years of medical school. And UP admits 160 students in Level III or Year 1 of Proper Medicine. Sadly, 80% per batch doesn’t stay in the Philippines. After graduation, they usually study abroad for their residency, fellowship, specialization and rarely do they come back. If you do the math, that’s roughly 128M pesos down the drain for the Philippines in just a batch of UP Med students. Sounds like a form of corruption to me - using public money for personal gains.

So you see, I do mind if Iskolars ng Bayan leave without paying back the taxpayers’ money’s worth. I do not insist that they forget themselves and their families, and offer their whole lives to the service of the Filipino people (though I bet the country wouldn’t mind also if they do). I just believe that it is an Iskolar’s obligation to pay back or to pay forward. Two to three years of service (and not just through donations to alumni associations) could be enough to make other Filipinos’ lives better.

*this is a result of being oriented to the college*

Speech 2007

April 28th, 2007 by jo-mace

Take not the road less traveled

Mikaela Irene D. Fudolig – BS Physics
16, y.o.; University valedictorian with GWA of 1.099

Speech at the 96th General Commencement Exercises, UP Diliman

April 22, 2007

One of the things that strike me as being very “UP Diliman” is the way UPD students can’t seem to stay on the pavement. From every street corner that bounds an unpaved piece of land, one will espy a narrow trail that cuts the corner, or leads from it. Every lawn around the buildings sports at least one of these paths, starting from a point nearest to the IKOT stop and ending at the nearest entry to the building. The trails are beaten on the grass by many pairs of feet wanting to save a fraction of a meter of traveling, no matter that doing so will exact some cost to the shoes, or, to the ubiquitous slippers, especially when the trails are new.

What do these paths say about us, UP students?

One could say that the UP student is enamored with Mathematics and Pythagoras, hence these triangles formed by the pavement and the path. Many among you would disagree.

Others could say that the UP student is naturally countercultural. And the refusal to use the pavement is just one of the myriads of ways to show his defiance of the order of things. This time, many would agree.

Still, others will say that the UP student is the model of today’s youth: they want everything easier, faster, now. The walkable paths appeal to them because they get to their destination faster, and presumably, with less effort. Now that is only partly true, and totally unfair.

These trails weren’t always walkable. No doubt they started as patches of grass, perhaps overgrown. Those who first walked them must have soiled their shoes, stubbed their toes, or had insects biting their legs, all in the immovable belief that the nearest distance between two points is a straight line. They might even have seen snakes cross their paths. But the soiled footwear, sore
toes, and itchy legs started to conquer the grass. Other people, seeing the yet faint trail, followed. And as more and more walked the path, the grass gave in and stopped growing altogether, making the path more and more visible, more and more walkable.

The persistence of the paths pays tribute to those UP students who walked them first – the pioneers of the unbeaten tracks: the defiant and curious few who refuse the familiar and comfortable; the out-of-the-box thinkers who solve problems instead of fretting about them; the brave who dare do things differently, and open new opportunities to those who follow.

They say how one behaved in the past would determine how he behaves in the future. And as we leave the University, temporarily or for good, let us call on the pioneering, defiant, and brave spirit that built the paths to guide us in this next phase of our life.

We have been warned time and again. Our new world that they call “adulthood” is one that’s full of compromises, where success is determined more by the ability to belong than by the ability to think, where it is much easier to do as everyone else does. Daily we are bombarded with so much news of despair about the state of our nation, and the apparent, perverse sense of satisfaction our politicians get from vilifying our state of affairs. It is fashionable to
migrate to other countries to work in deceptively high-paying jobs like nursing and teaching, forgetting that even at their favored work destinations, nurses and teachers are some of the lowest paid professionals. The lure of high and immediate monetary benefits in some low-end outsourcing jobs has drawn even some of the brightest UP students away from both industry and university
teaching to which they would have been better suited.

Like the sidewalks and pavement, these paths are the easiest to take.

But, like the sidewalks and pavement, these paths take longer to traverse, just as individual successes do not always make for national progress. The unceasing critic could get elected, but not get the job done. The immigrant could get his visa, but disappear from our brainpower pool. The highly paid employee would be underutilized for his skills, and pine to get the job he truly wants, but is now
out of his reach. And the country, and we, are poorer because of these.

Today, the nation needs brave, defiant pioneers to reverse our nation’s slide to despair. Today, we must call upon the spirit that beat the tracks. Today, we must present an alternative way of doing things.

Do NOT just take courage, for courage is not enough. Instead, be BRAVE! It will take bravery to go against popular wisdom, against the clichéd expectations of family and friends. It will take bravery to gamble your future by staying in the country and try to make a prosperous life here. It might help if for a start, we try to see why our Korean friends are flocking to our country. Why, as many of us line up for immigrant visas in various embassies, they get themselves naturalized and settle here. Do they know something we don’t?

Do NOT just be strong in your convictions, for strength is not enough. Instead, DEFY the pressure to lead a comfortable, but middling life. Let us lead this country from the despair of mediocrity. Let us not seek to do well, but strive to EXCEL in everything that we do. This, so others will see us as a nation of
brains of the highest quality, not just of brawn that could be had for cheap.

Take NOT the road less traveled. Rather, MAKE new roads, BLAZE new trails, FIND new routes to your dreams. Unlike the track-beaters in campus who see where they’re going, we may not know how far we can go. But if we are brave, defiant searchers of excellence, we will go far. Explore possibilities, that others may get a similar chance. I have tried it myself.

And I’m speaking to you now.

But talk is cheap, they say. And so I put my money where my mouth is. Today, I place myself in the service of the University, if it will have me. I would like to teach, to share knowledge, and perhaps to be an example to new UP students in thinking and striving beyond the limits of the possible. This may only be a small disturbance in the grass. But I hope you’ll come with me, and trample a new path.

Good evening, everyone.

Med

March 24th, 2007 by jo-mace

i know i’ve been wanting this for a long time. I refused to settle for anything less than the best. UP College of Medicine
is indeed a dream come true, a goal finally reached. But
sometimes I wonder, am I really up for this? I’d then gather strength,
courage and oxygen. The year off is the deep breath and now I face the
plunge. Hell, bring it on! To toxicity and beyond, batch 2012!