The article about the new Frist Health Center led me to remember that I spent my senior year in the McCosh Infirmary (as it was known then). No, I was not ill; I took advantage of the opportunity to have a “free” room with breakfast in the basement in exchange for being available for unskilled nursing/sitting duty at night when needed. I shared this perk with Jim Childs ’70. In my memory I was only called on to sit up with a student who had been overserved and was too inebriated to be allowed out.
The location was ideal for me. It was just uphill from the lab where I did my thesis research and just across Washington Road from my eating club, Campus. The infirmary rooms were spartan and seemed outdated to my eye, even in 1969-70. I am actually surprised that it has taken this long to replace it.
The article about the new Frist Health Center led me to remember that I spent my senior year in the McCosh Infirmary (as it was known then). No, I was not ill; I took advantage of the opportunity to have a “free” room with breakfast in the basement in exchange for being available for unskilled nursing/sitting duty at night when needed. I shared this perk with Jim Childs ’70. In my memory I was only called on to sit up with a student who had been overserved and was too inebriated to be allowed out.
The location was ideal for me. It was just uphill from the lab where I did my thesis research and just across Washington Road from my eating club, Campus. The infirmary rooms were spartan and seemed outdated to my eye, even in 1969-70. I am actually surprised that it has taken this long to replace it.