Initial delight and optimism with a science vocation hit turbulence as the decades unfolded.
The first shock was pleasant. In the 1970s, after finishing secondary school in a small country town, I moved to Palmerston North to start a science degree. Massey University's huge science blocks were monumental. I was awe-struck by the number and size of the lecture halls and laboratories. The dozens of white-coated science lecturers, so knowledgeable in their specialised fields, were inspiring. It seemed a cutting edge where sceptical enquiry, evidence and objectivity were providing new scientific understanding. I wanted to join in.