Imagine yourself in a large lecture theater, a blue pen in one hand and half-foot ruler in the other. Before you is a an open page of a ruled notebook. Your gaze flickers constantly from the white board, to your note book, to a dozen of the two hundred fifty heads that share the room, and finally to the instructor who seems to be all too distant. This dreamy imagery was my undergraduate first class at the University of British Columbia. This was the beginning of a journey in a territory I had never envisaged while growing up. This is how the course of my academic career would change forever.