I studied at Aitchison College, Lahore (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aitchison_College) for 6 years, and had the privilege of living there for 13. And though my new school is brilliant, it quite frankly, does not hold a candle to the near-perfect time I spent at Aitchison. And often, I wonder why, I quit Aitchison. Why?
My hopes may crumble with the dying years
My soul may wander into a starless gloom
My eyes may gaze on Autumn leaves and pine
For happier springs which I once knew
Yet in this despairing gloom a tree shall ever stand
Constant against the furies of many a raging storm
There a bird shall always sit and sweetly,gently,hum
The lessons thou hast taught me...My beloved Aitchison
I'm not certain whether I'll ever get over Aitchison College. What is for certain, though, is....that Aitchison, I love you.
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