Guest column by Jennifer Toth | Clinicals — to me, they mean everything
L ast Thursday, like thousands of other people on campus, I looked forward to reading 34th Street’s spring shoutouts. Unlike most other students on campus, though, I did so after a 12-hour-long day of clinical — physically and emotionally exhausted but proud of the work I had done. So you can imagine my surprise and disappointment when I read: “To the Penn nurses: A two–year associates degree will get you the same job. But keep talking about those clinicals like they mean something.”