1. Top Medical Schools in MA

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    Dr. M David Kurland is very passionate about education, and being in the medical field for multiple decades he is excited to talk about some of the best medical schools found in Massachusetts. This list does not follow a particular order, however, Dr. Kurland compiled this list based on specializations and current trends that will be beneficial to students.

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    • U of T Medicine Admissions Video 2015

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      The U of T Medical School class of 1T7 prepared this video for the 2015 medical school interviewees. The video is intended for entertainment only. Enjoy.

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      • Welcome from Don Peska, Dean of the Texas College of Osteopathic Medicine

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        Welcome from Don Peska, DO, MEd, Dean of the Texas College of Osteopathic Medicine at UNT Health Science Center.

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        • A Compendium of Suffering (2015)

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          I am a troubled artist today. I do not know what day it is. I am extremely frustrated. Unable to ground and center myself, I feel restless. I am … I am not me. I am not myself today. I cannot recall who that person was. But I know he was here. I understand him. He will resurface again some other time, hopefully soon. I recall the first person. I know of no second person. I need the third person, the person I think I remember, to return. This must be the hyper reality from some other day, which I wrote about for inclusion my next novel. I recall that something I said on camera was scattered and disjointed and yet was a center point, something to ground me for further writing. No censor today and so far no highlights showing typos or grammar errors and no system overload on the computer. The Internet seems to be back on—online. I don’t need the Internet now. I need complication. I need the morning after and to melt away, to manifest the titles for my latest work. Beginning to view these calms me and allows me to see beauty in the abstract. But I know the original images, which flicker on the screen in The Morning After and also Chance Encounter, Emptying His Pockets, and Melt Away, the film I have not released yet. The one I am still working on, just not right now. The rough cut just finished exporting I see, but I need to write, to set aside all film and art but for the written journal. Dear Diary, as I say, in the books, the novel I just published, Lover in the Nobody. But I just need, right now, to write, so I can feel. Not so I can move on. I will, and I will have to. All artistic projects must be on hold now; although the fire in my mind is ever present, I brought it to a halt. I fixed in my mind, my obsession. I paused. I did the right thing. This is my medication. My early morning thoughts and ventilations that often come out in the shower. I will not run through the documentation of the yesterday that was; I do not recall a yesterday. I recall right now as time continues. I allow myself to become stuck for good reason in right now. I can’t move on. And I won’t. That’s altering time. That’s moving along with it, as indefinable as time is: continuous, relatively, or moment by moment. I believe I see it right now. Moment by moment. Trapped in between the moments I think is where I should be. I once heard that, come to think of it, somewhere, a psychic or something a long time ago. My cats are dying. This is a stream of thought. This is how I cope. Issues with film and literature. Little things. But it is all on hold. Rather, they are done. I manifest what I write and the chapter names become the chapters in my hours, the 24-hour woman 240 times 10 pages. It’s complex composite sketching. Manifesting words into life. I had to look it up to find what day of the week it was, and it is Monday. Compulsive about dates, I cannot remember anything about there ever being a Sunday—just that my cats are dying. I chain smoke five to six packs of cigarettes per day and chew two to three cans of smokeless tobacco. This was written about too, the slow semi-suicide of the mind. Now the body is coming to die. But I won’t, I don’t like this at all. My cats are dead from my smoke. I scared off the thought, and I can’t stop smoking. I will cope when they die. It’s strange. Real. Strange. The Morning After is beautiful. I think that’s what it is. But I couldn’t tell you. Maybe writing this out a little bit helped, but I am not better. Smoke lingers in the pad, and I want drugs. I can’t have any drugs. I can’t have any illegal drugs, only prescribed medication for my anxiety an some other things, like schizophrenia. Schizophrenia is also a drug. It’s been almost 12 years since my last hit. But I do, I crave crack. I fucking crave it just for now. In some strange self- deprecating way I want to die from it. I am just still not willing to die from some asinine knee-jerk suicide, a senseless reaction. I don’t want it today. The anxiety is torture enough. I want it to pause. For life to pause. I need beauty. One hour later: I took my morning anxiety medication eight hours ago. But I woke up at 1:00 AM last night. I feel better. I feel like William Burroughs as he was in Junky. I load a dip of tobacco onto my lower lip after my final cigarette—my last smoke until 8:00 AM so my cats won’t die from it as they sit here sick with me. I feel better. We all move on. For once today in the few hours since midnight, I feel a sense of medicated bliss. And it is doctor approved. It’s junk. But it’s complicated. My opening line in my latest work. The once sentence of profound profanity. Anti-art. I live for art. Otherwise nothing matters. I have always sought meaning. I wanted complexity. I wanted a complicated life, and I sure got one. Oddly enough, I can be grateful for that. I am ...

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          • Rawtekk Live - Play The Key in Hamburg

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            Rawtekk - Play The Key - Live in Concert at Hoch10 / Waagenbau Hamburg Filmed at their „Sprouted and Formed - Album Release Show in Hamburg. This Tune is placed on Rawtekk`s Debut Long-player - Sprouted and Formed / Med School Recordings beatport.com/track/play-the-key-original-mix/4480349 facebook.com/rawtekk soundcloud.com/rawtekk medschoolmusic.com/rawtekk

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            • Living with Schizophrenia (2014)

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              How I live with schizophrenia questioning if recovery is possible through medication therapy and counseling and if there is a conspiracy of hope but a diagnosis of schizophrenia is not always grounds for despair as we all have both good and bad days living with schizophrenia.

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              • JONATHAN HARNISCH: PERSON-CENTERED THERAPY #MENTALHEALTH

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                Person-centered therapy (PCT) is also known as person-centered psychotherapy, person-centered counseling, client-centered therapy and Rogerian psychotherapy. PCT is a form of talk-psychotherapy developed by psychologist Carl Rogers in the 1940s and 1950s. The goal of PCT is to provide clients with an opportunity to develop a sense of self where they can realize how their attitudes, feelings and behavior are being negatively affected. —Wikipedia

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