This is the third series of ten words you can use in everyday life to properly express yourself (when you’re searching for the elusive word), to impress a teacher or to show your parents that that CCDS education is really going somewhere. The challenge is use every word during school in one week, and the ultimate challenge is to use all of them in one day! Good luck!

By Holly Dayton ‘13, Lens Section Editor. This little article is for those of you out there who can’t tell the difference between a box grater and a whisk. A few basic kitchen terms and cooking styles will give you a baseline knowledge for any form of gastronomic adventure you may have down the road!

With you-know-what season approaching, it’s time to break out the best of the pie recipes and roll up the sleeves in the kitchen. This weekend, I spent my Saturday baking off two varieties of one of the best forms of pie: apple. The two pies were identical in every aspect except for the type of apple; in the first I used half Granny Smiths, and half Fuji apples, and in the second I used half Granny Smiths and half Jonagold apples. On Sunday I had a tasting and the results are in, and they may surprise you!

This is the second series of ten words you can use in everyday life to properly express yourself (when you’re searching for the elusive word), to impress a teacher or to show your parents that that CCDS education is really going somewhere. The challenge is use every word during school in one week, and the ultimate challenge is to use all of them in one day! Good luck!

By Holly Dayton ’13, Lens Section Editor. This is the beginning of a series of ten words you can use in everyday life to properly express yourself (when you’re searching for the elusive word), to impress a teacher or to show your parents that that CCDS education is really going somewhere. The challenge is use every word during school in one week, and the ultimate challenge is to use all of them in one day! Good luck!

By Holly Dayton ’13, Lens Section Editor. While most of the Junior class was gone last weekend, engaging in frivolous outdoor activities like white-water rafting and rappelling, some studious Juniors were at home working away.

By Victoria Mairal-Cruz ‘12, Lens Editor. I am a full-blown, curly haired, fiesta-loving española. Spain, for me, is the one place where all things are good. It is the one place where I get to have fun, be with my family, and fully show a part of myself that I don’t get to express during the year in Cincinnati. I have spent a month each summer for the past nine years staying with my yayo (grandfather) and yaya (grandmother) in the hamlet of Ceresa, in the Sobrarbe region of the Pyrenees Mountains of Spain.

By Victoria Mairal-Cruz ‘12, Lens Editor. Across the country and around the world, Country Day students tasted various versions of the irresistible treat. Put down your books, sit back, and read on for tales of students’ encounters with this delectable dessert, and to discover who has the best ice cream!

By Sarah Mae Selnick ‘13, Contributor. Ελλάς (Greece). When I first read the itinerary for the American Farm School’s Greek summer program, I thought nothing could sound more awful. The schedule gave me the idea that I would be spending my summer planting corn, feeding cows, and cementing roads; not exactly my cup of tea. Due to a family legacy that I had to uphold, I was forced onto a plane with 23 strangers whom I would be spending the next 5 weeks with.

By Isabelle McAlevey ‘13, Contributor. During this past summer, I traveled to Barcelona, Spain. Living in the city and exploring what it had to offer was a truly amazing experience.

Even though it was July, I didn’t think twice about leaving my swimsuits and tank-tops buried in the back of my closet and stuffing my suit-case with wool socks, rain gear and a fleece or two. In fact, I couldn’t help but smile as after a considerable bit of digging) I managed to excavate my hiking boots from a heap of flip-flops, muddy cross country spikes and old sneakers piled in a laundry basket. Then, I lugged my suitcase downstairs while navigating the mayhem of my family’s packing frenzy.

Rainor and I used to fight. Physically fight, like brothers sometimes do. Once he tried stealing my taquitos. I just could not let that happen. It was never anything big though; we may have been distressed because of school and if there was a catalyst, perhaps a disagreement over underhanded tactics in Halo, the next thing I’d know, there were flailing arms.