To Kim I leave my track spikes, the ability to be a
tolerant captain, and questions about Brandon (1
hope there won’t be any more!) To Steve I leave the
drive to win and a big bowl of cole slaw (or whatever
it was) To Chris Goff 1 leave my full size (yes FULL)
poster of you'know'who! Enjoy it. To all my friends, I
leave our special memories and the hope that you
succeed in all you do. To Tarantula 1 leave a hair
brush. (Please use it!). Adios!
1, Dan Noffsinger, being of sound mind and body,
hereby leave the following: to John, a few Chilly
Dads, an ‘O’ or two, late nights, more boat races and
all the friendship and respect of a brother; to Chuck,
a switch to turn the magnet off, and parked cars to
walk on; to Rob, the DAship on 4th East, may you
keep it longer than I did; to Brian, a hood and the
good sense to wear it; to H-J, some knee pads to get it
done right; to the three B’s, my favorite bird; to Roger
Messier, my respect and thanks; and to the “only jock
on campus,” a baseball bat and a broomstick. To 4th
East, 1 leave all the memories, good and bad, of the
past two years. To all the Class of 93, the tree trunks,
lamp posts, and smokestacks of another year at SSiM.
To all the fellas, keep in touch and never let the spirit
die. And finally, 1 leave this school in search of a ‘
better life. Peace.
I, Erika Petersen, do hereby bequeath:
To Steve, a wet oak branch, an ambassadorship in
Cape Verde, wrestling on Bryan Lawn, and a little to
preserve his tow-mile legs. To Nicole, a copy of the
“How-to guide to sex and Seniorship at NCSSM” and
an institutional-size can of Easy Cheese. To Erin L,
Kersten J, and Katie B., big “P.” sweatshirts, “Old
Nassau” on our minds and good luck with The Applica
tion. Come visit next year. To Vyvyan, chem notes,
weird smiley faces and the taboo “i-word”. To Ladell,
good luck and plenty of Big Sister hugs. To “Lizard
Breath,” a great senior year and your private set of
calipers. To the Chinese Club, cheesy fortunes, “The
Penis Song” and “blot, don’t mb!” To Suzanne, trains to
Philly, an ocean of Coke, Oliver Cromwell, Mr. Whiffle
and calamine lotion. To Shannon, “Eric the Bee”,
“stopcocks” and trips to Revco. Also, what the hell is
cheeba! ?! To Jennifer, “TTiere will never be a dark
comer as long as the flashlight has batteries,” 24 worn-
out batteries and a map of NCSSM in case Rule #1 still
applies. Good luck next year.
1, Charles Parker, being of sound mind and body, do
leave Jeremy my autographed snapshot of Cthulhu,
Jason a gallon of ink and a ream of paper for his printer,
management of the German club to Laura, Colbert and
Mark my technical knowledge of Exit signs, and Joe
Dobner a real life. I leave Ms. Maxwell my luck with
plants, my inflatable llama to Josh, the cue cards from
Bush’s “no new taxes” speech goes to Dr. Anton, my
picture of Elvis and Albert Einstein and spare soapbox
to Dr. Haskell. 1 leave my room furnishings to the Bio
pond, dandelions to NCSSM, and 1 grant Aaron deity
status. I leave TWM to the cockroaches, they eat there
more that 1 do anyway. Finally, I leave Jay my duct tape
(use it well) and whatever of my legacy he wants, so
long as he never tells the peanut joke again, and my
S.W. campaign to whoever wants it. I would leave the
tinsel and Easter grass to someone, but 1 can’t seem to
get rid of it.
I, Penny Patel, being of nevermind and nobody, do
hereby bequeath the following: to Jen, love and hugs, a
truckload of smut, Heathcliff, my scrumping blanket.
lots of chocolate, and a better roomie; Simone, an iron-
man triathlete and mommy’s love; Shannon, sole care
of Simone; Alex, un amante magnifico; Kelly, shopping
trips at every reunion; E, much male company; Crystal
C., a big smile; Meredith’s friends, earplugs; Sheri and
Jill, sweaty men in fatigues; Wendy, chocolate chip
cookie dough ice cream; Pris, sole feminine presence on
2nd B.; Dawn, a hall as wonderful as we are; First Hill,
at least half the fiin we’ve had this year and DAs who
don’t scrump; Hunter, a de-weenifier, many wild
women, and a hug; Rhett, much love, letters, a recipe
for jalebis, and someone else to make fun of; Second
Bryan, industrial strength aspirin to dissolve the clot;
Katz, a date named Bambi; and to Alan, all the love you
ever wish for, ticklefights, clandestine mountain trips,
warm evenings, Kolena Mondays, and something bptter
to do than watch TV.
1, John “EMR” Patty, leave the following: to Jason:
a “EO NOT DISTURB” sign and a whistle; to
Melvin: chia-hair; to Colin: all of my free stuff; to
Alan: my homework and a big blanket; to Scott: the
LNP and one free week out of your room; to Vince:
MathCAD and a free Hardee’s cap; to Owen: a whole
mess of tang; to Seth: a bloody pinata; to Michelle: a
“life”; to Joe H.: a clean joke; to Meredith: all the
Answers; to Kate C.: coordination; to Hunter: a date
to the prom; to Rhett: my moodiness, ODU, PENN
and all those stories...
Finally, my most cherished possession: my beret:
this I leave, with my soul and eternal love (and many,
many visits next year) to my best friend, Tracy.
Oh yeah, EMR, S & M!
I, Steve Pescatore, being, leave. And to these
people, I give. Matt, the special VAX users manual
and my nine inch nails poster. To John Kelly, late
night discussions, a couple of breath mints, and dah
schpoon. To Jon, my CD’s, 2nd East Dances #1-#103,
some 8-track tape, and our room. To Chuck, black
and white striped menswear from Sears at Northgate.
To Robbie, my Berkley application that’s probably
never going to be sent in. John Lauve, we have to
work some time. To Lee, tattoo and earpiercing guns,
in hopes of reducing his pain. To M, his Macintosh,
the EM Lab, butt thongs, and my Cure poster. To '
Tom, lots of classical music and the Assembly Hall.
To Ryn, my best friend, I leave: love, going for walks,
dah toobe, Sunday afternoons from 3-7 (my EM
time). Keeping My Sanity, Tummy, and a big, fat kiss.
Jeff Peters:
Though I am passing on to a better place (COL
LEGE! ), I still want to remember all the little people
(riot just Jay). Soooo... 1 do hereby bequeath: Patrick:
The unabridged List (with the good ones high
lighted); Jay: The ability to alter height using the
force; Mark C.: A few of my free periods et
Sacrebleu!; Colbert: A long reign as pragmatic king of
the Mepots and my theory on the missing link; Josh:
Too much free time; Brian: A lenient hearing board
(If they actually let you come back); Mark N.: A few
more imaginaiy' girls in Indiana, and the authority to
rag on juniors at will; Oliver TTie responsibility of
keeping people on the Right side of the hall; Bobby:
A free taco at Homes’ Truck Stop (after showing
your green card); 4th West: Footprints on the ceiling,
a new free phone, dangerous liasons, an admittal of
stacking the triple, an invitation to D.C., the feet
that 1 am graduating, eight dice of sarcasm, and an
understanding of when to sleep til noon.
Britt Peterson
To the class of ’92: We made it! Hope to see
everyone in four years. As for the rest: To Aaron:
some tact and the award of most likely to succeed in
the role of the GWC. Adrian: hours of MTV and
along with Amy, a real team to pull for. Anisha: some
stories to tell me. Darius: clean windows, marks from
my loft, and protection from “nyuk.” Derek: the
eradication of Pearl Jam and the supremacy of ACC.
Kevin: a more obnoxious hall &. a booming stereo for
Darius. Kris: a kindler, gentler VC and a new pick-up
line. Luchia: a washcloth. Richard: more BJ’s to
annoy the LC’s. Jordan: the demise of NAC. James
and Josh: the entire Pink Floyd catalog and a bag of
popcorn. Joe: a pulled muscle. The Posse: a bag of
pork rinds and more pillows!
Later, Britt
I, Margaret Elizabeth Pettit, wish to leave the
NCSSM community with a sound mind and body. I
bequeath to my S&M family tranquility, peace, and
the overwhelming passion of love. To the juniors I
leave a responsibility (and lots of luck) to better our
school. Remember to make a memory out of each
day. To Mary & Rachel I leave love and patience. To
Paul- a Dr. To Scott B. I leave a better pitching arm
so you can really hit the circle. To Scott O. I leave
more hours of French. To Rebecca M. I leave a
special deck of cards. To MRP I leave my love. To
the Seniors, especially 1C, Sarah, Christy, Stacy,
- Chris, Scott, and Tommy, I leave our memories et
tresors. Thank you for being there.
I, Ruffin Phillips, leave to Aaron: a bowl of rice
and a good joke; to Amy: Corner Pyle and a bad case
of laryngitis; to Anisha: a Carolina Hat; to Cat and
Dog: thank you for the greetings and gocxl luck on
finding a life and perhaps, one day, a clue; to Erin: the
legacy of 315 and 316; and finally, to Matt: our
unbranching family tree and a chewy blueberry
muffin.
1, Kevin Pierce, being of S&M-infected mind and
body, hereby declare my Senior Will and Testaiment.
To the brothers and sisters of AUt>, I leave leader
ship, wisdom, and the desire to become the most
active and positive organization on campus. To the
victims, I mean, members of Colours, I leave you that
truckload of tolerance that you will need. To the Hill
Y&R crew, 1 leave you the memories of Sheila’s and
Lauren’s fight!
More personally, to Tacita H. I leave part of my
great amount of feith; to Pooh and Steve, I leave the
great memories of SPW (326 all the way!!); to
Stephanie L., I leave all those seemingly long drives
home; to my brothers Paul S. and Mike B., I leave my
palace and all of its luxuries (you were in it
enough!!). 1 also leave the memories of all those late
nights, the arguments (Paul), and the 3 a.m. talks.
Believe it or not, they meant a lot. Last but not least,
to Beth G., I leave the talks, walks, interviz, and...
my Gatoraid squeeze bottle.
I, Michelle Prysby, being of warped mind and
ticklish IxxJy, hereby bequeath to:
Kerry: blue dots on elbows; Nancy: Kleenex and
quarters for the phone next year; Mary Pat; tickets to
cultural events- oh, we already have those!; Ruffin:
reincarnation of toilettries; Sushi: laundry doin’
boyfriends; Chris: a nun’s habit; Raine: straps; Audry:
the Dark Crystal Skexies, dirty dishes, and Winter
Solstice; Keisha: nay cloth^;Johi> Patty: Michellogic;