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I can't believe that I didn't think of posting here until now...

I still remember the first time I met Paul. It was the neurobio class in my second semester of freshman year. At the time I was a hot-blooded, newly-declared bio major, with all of the not so mature thoughts about college and life.  In that class meeting, he talked about how everything we know or see might just be the construction of our brains. Thinking that science was about truth, about the absolute, about the objective, I thought he was ridiculous.  But because I couldn't find another biology class that could fit into my schedule, I decided to stay in his class for another couple of weeks.

It turned out to be one of the rightest decisions I've made in college. I can't describe how everything happened; in the end, it's not really about the class, either. To me, it's about a journey of knowing science, knowing him, and knowing myself. About a life of constantly questioning and thinking. Not everyone likes Paul, because not everyone listens to him, and not everyone knows how. I'm glad I did, and I think I would be a very different person if I didn't.

Memory is such a deceptive thing - we remember, we forget, we paint it with colors of emotions. I wouldn't say that I'll forever remember Paul, but I hope that all of the good things he inspired will stay with me till the end.