I scream because I ate Ice Cream : (

Today was technically the last working day of the twelfth standard for me and my classmates (we only have revision exams from now till that horrible month of March when we have to write the Bored Exams) and we made ice creams today in the Physics lab, well that was what we were hoping to do anyway. Making the ice cream was part of our Chemistry practicals (?) and if you did it properly you could earn as much as 10 marks. So we didn't want to mess up something as simple as making ice cream, did we? But mess up we did. Who knew that you had to add milk to make ice cream? We used two packets of custard powder, water and dairy milk 10 rupees chocolate and the end result was a very thick, grainy, semisolid yellow bleargh. I was especially disappointed because I had done a lot for the project (I had brought one kilo of sugar and I made sure that no one removed the ugly wet cloth that was kept on the ice cream machine to prevent the ice from melting (Yogi's brilliant plan)) and after so much effort I will probably have a pretty severe stomach ache now :(

Nevertheless it was an interesting experience with tempers fraying, people fighting for a cup of ice cream and then spitting it out and some people putting salt on other people's ice cream (Who does stuff like that anyway??) I thought that school would end on a poignant note for me today (read line 1) but some idiot (name starts with a Y) used the ice-cream machine and made some bleargh even worse than the previous bleargh and dumped it in my lunch box. So I had to clean that up and some of the bleargh fell on my uniform and I had to clean that up...it's a long story which ended with me leaving school on a very grumpy note.

Well after today's experience, I have new found respect for Baskin Robbins, Movenpick, and the like who, despite charging exorbitant amounts of money, at least give you ice cream that doesn’t taste like your own puke.