a beautiful mess

There are always firsts. The first time you ride a bike. The first time the fervency of first love gives you butterflies pterodactyls in your tummy. The first time you sit on a rollercoaster. All the firsts have the tendency to have your mind reeling from sudden surges of emotions no matter how strenuously you try to curb them. They strike in relentless waves, all the while intensified further by the novel and unfamiliar nature of the experience.

Today was the first Bio period with the new lecturer. I'm sure the class would agree with me that it was...unsettling, to say the least. :( I sincerely do not blame the lecturer, it isn't her fault that we are so attached to her predecessor, so much so that the responses she elicited from us today seemed somewhat..unnatural (owing to the fact that we were were hoping V would materialize right there and then!). That was how I personally perceived it anyway. Deeply entrenched in our mindsets is common knowledge that Mr. V can never be replaced and we are too stubborn for our own good to believe otherwise.

I for one definitely do not doubt the new lecturer's credibility at all. Rather, I admire her audacity in taking up the challenge of being our Bio lecturer in Mr. V's wake. The pressure to be just as terrific as he was (and still is) must be staggering.