theuncomplicatedlifeofa16yrold

There is a Bread. There is a Hammer. Hammer is not ok... The bread is fine. I drew the comic above before I had decided what to write. So please do bear with me as I try to write a blog on bread. Surely you can see where I am going with this… The first bread was baked. It looked great! despite being a tad bit hard and bitter (the yeast making its presence felt) and overall tasteless. Nonetheless, we ate it with great joy. But the real hysterics began when the second bread was baked. This one was the polar opposite; it was very sweet and salty and fudgier than my chocolate brownie (the yeast had been abandoned). This bread I loved. But for some reason, my mother didn’t take it well when I told that it reminded me of her chocolate mousse - and asked for a spoon.

"What is lighter than a feather but we cannot hold for more than a few seconds, please answer in the chatbox" quipped our science teacher as she glowed with the satisfaction that one gets when they find a way to make that class fun. We waited politely for a minute and then filled the chatbox with 45 'breath'. Delighted at the intellect of her students she then showed us a walnut and asked us to write what it is. We are currently studying the brain and as 10th class students we know that questions which seem simple are actually not, for example; the question may ask the speed of an apple falling from a tree however the answer should contain the rate of photosynthesis occurring in the neem tree beside the apple tree. So naturally, most of us wrote 'brain', a few overachievers- 'left and right side of the brain', creative kids- 'lungs'. "it's a nut," said our teacher with a glint in her eye. After spending a second absorbing the ...