An open letter to the principal of my college
I passed by the college from which I graduated today. I visited the area today and happened to be near my college, so thought of passing from in front of my college to refresh some of my memories. This is not to say I had any good memories. In fact I had only and only bad memories of the place, but I still wanted to visit the place because even though they were bad, they were mine. In spite of the fact that I still remember how horrific it felt to walk into an extremely smelly lab everyday, follow a set of procedures funnily called experiments, get my hands burnt with HNO3 and sometimes my bag too, or how hard it was to keep myself awake at 7:30 AM to listen to one of our professors talk discursively about some or the other law of physics or chemistry, it was a part of my life I felt strongly about and hence, they were memories I wanted to revisit. Later when I came home I started speaking about the mindlessness of it all. How all of the students waking up at 7, mixing chemicals o...