Epitome of a Summer?

Reading late into the night.
The sound of crickets and cicadas.
Ice cream.
Walks to a slowly fading sun.
Happy beats playing on the radio.
Driving through the countryside with the windows down.
Hanging out with friends, because you can.
Dreaming about the cooler months to come and scarves.

Veronica A.


Away at Camp...


      Thank you for visiting, I'm currently away at the Csehy Summer School of Music being very musical. I will return with something of interest next week. Please check back then.

Thank you!

Veronica A.


Beginning Summer on July 3rd

       Up until now, summer hasn't felt like summer. My work has kept me disciplined with my time and energy, leaving little room for the fun activities that would normally usher in the relaxing tides of the warmer months. That all changed on July 3rd, when I decided to hang out with my aunt, uncle, cousin and grandma at the beach. I only had a day before I was off to music camp, but I was itching to do something.
     We started off our day together with sleepy Bible-reading and dutch-baby baking.

     A significant part of this day was good food. After breakfast, we headed to a rather hectic G&E for some groceries, mostly so that my cousin and I could make some patriotic cupcakes.

       We succeeded at creating delicious cupcakes, although not all of our decorating choices worked out the way we had anticipated. Made evident by the nickname my cousin gave to one of our products- "factory reject."

       After I had licked up way more frosting than I should have, we headed out on our bikes. The ultimate goal was Fenwick, where we could refill our large bucket of Fisher popcorn. We ended up getting some tasty tacos. By the time we made it home, we had cycled fifteen miles.

      We returned home for some naps and some hydration. My cousin graced us with his violin playing before we stepped out on the porch to watch people set off fireworks. After some fun with sparklers, we watched some Dr. Who. I had a great time seeing my cousin experience the scares of the show for the first time.

      Finally, it feels like school is off and I can enjoy the sunny days.

Veronica A.


Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani: This Youth Is Crazy

     I remember the moment vividly. My eyes were groggy, I was so done with school, late in the light, Junior year was taking me to my very end- sound familiar? I found this movie while searching for some soul lifting. It spoke to me. And then I spent three hours enthralled in Bollywood magic.
     Naina (Deepika Padukone) is a girl who has only known studying and work when her hippy friend invites her on a group mountain trek. In a spontaneous act of rebellion, she decides to go. On the way she becomes enchanted by this free-spirited, flirtatious boy, called Bunny (Ranbir Kapoor). The movie is about enjoying life and the people in it. 
     As you can probably imagine, this resonated with me. I wanted colorful and tantalizing musical numbers to play out in my life when something exciting happened.  I wanted to ditch my books for a invigorating mountaineering holiday. I wanted one of my friends to have a Indian destination wedding so that I could cover my arms in henna. 
     Even though none of these things has happened yet, I still enjoy the fun-loving atmosphere of the film and would recommend it to anyone feeling stuffy about life. 

     But I don't recommend the trailer. 

Veronica A.


A Certain Scene


     Certain smells only go with certain sights. Like a water color heaven painted with the hues of a tub of sorbet is only completed by the warm, damp scent of watered grass and the air letting go of a storm. Certain combinations of scenes, scents and sounds only occur in certain seasons. Never will you hear the shrill chirps of birds fresh from their rain covers but in the Summer. Only when the day are long, the air is kind and embracing of the sun, only when the thirsty earth laps up the rain and the animals move through the dirt will the human girl stand outside, and smile.

Veronica A.


Plunging into Paleo

     It started around 1:00 a.m., the computer screen glaring at my long face. The depressing last third of the coffee not yet drunk, I looked drearily at my planner for one last, not too involved, sliver of homework to complete to make myself feel better about the lack of work done earlier in the day. "Research for Organic Chemistry final project." How dreadful could that be? Little did I know that this seemingly harmless jaunt into the scientific recesses of the internet would convert me to Paleo-ism.
    Yes, it really did happen. My topic of interest was Fructose, which led me to being enlightened about the Coca-Cola conspiracy and the undeniable harmful effects of sugar on the human body. This lecture made me rethink the foods I'm consuming and how my liver handles them.
     You may be internally screaming at me: "No! Not you too! How can you succumb to the diet fad!?" Your concern is not ill-founded. People often fall for the next, new, healthy thing to fix whatever life problems they have. But let me assure you, I still find plenty of opportunities to binge on ice-cream (Maplehofe's, of course, for my Quarryvillians) and I still succumb to Greek diner food when my aunt, uncle and cousin come to visit. It's good to enjoy life, but I've noticed a difference in my body since taking on the Paleo challenge.
       My skin is smoother, I don't have as many cravings for sugary and highly processed foods, and I don't get as much acne. It's pleasing to know that what's happening on the molecular level can be affected by what's happening on the macro level.
      If you are still not convinced and would like a smart, funny, Paleo smashing sympathizer, read this. If, on the other hand, you'd like to join me in experiencing the fullness of unprocessed foods, grab some almond flour and try this delicious pancake recipe or these satisfying lemon, poppy seed muffins.

Veronica A.


First Day of Work

      "Veritas Press, this is Veronica." I answered the phone. First day at my new summer job, and I was primed to answer some questions. Or at least I thought I was. That was until I realized I didn't know the correct response to Mrs. _____'s query. I scrambled to ask someone, awkwardly balancing a client conversation with a speedy, disconnected chat with my supervisor. My debut in customer service slid from glamorous to unsteady. It didn't help that I had contracted a cold.
     My second week in, I'm improving with each phone call. Never again will I underestimate the skill and effort of a company's customer service team.
     As this is my first time driving away to a real office job, I get excited when I have to alert my family members of my departure with the words: "I'm going to work." Furthermore, when I peek my head around the cubicle divide in search of an answer one my coworkers are generous in taking time away from their work to offer me tea and explain how to apply promotions to a customer's order. I couldn't have chosen a better environment. I know the excitement will wear off, but I'm going to milk my enjoyment of it for as long as I can. As much as it can be stressful when you are trying to reason with someone who wants free services and is not taking no for an answer, it's refreshing to be doing something other than Calculus corrections or French flashcards.

Veronica A.