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.

I’m obsessed with sharks. As in, I have the ISAF (International Shark Attack File) website saved in my Favorites, the day Shark Week begins marked down on my calendar, and Open Water on my list of movies to watch at sleepovers.

The summer after third grade I wrote my parents a detailed persuasive proposition begging them to home school me. In it I explained how eager I was to learn at a faster pace and pursue subjects and ideas I found exciting, but weren’t covered in class. They were hesitant but told me they would consider it. I persisted throughout fourth grade, presenting petitions, extolling the benefits of homeschooling, and pleading with them, until finally they relented. Thus began my four-year homeschooling adventure.

I never thought I’d be afraid of a two year old. But that was before the triplets, when I was young and naïve. Life was simple. I glided through my narrow reality with meals already cooked, tuition paid, and parents ever eager and ready to whisk me away to my destination.

My mother has a severe aversion to “Wet Willies”, defn: the act of licking one’s finger and inserting it into the ear of another individual.

Every year, on the day of the Senior Clap Out, the Student Body President addresses the Upper School students. This is the speech Baldur Tangvald ‘11 (former Scroll Video Section Editor) wrote and delivered to the student body on Wednesday, May 19, 2011.