you’re in need. To Dwanye XI leave a girl of his own
(not mine). To 2nd Hill I leave lots of love and
friendship. To Sarbeth I leave Ron, and a trip to
State to see him. To my friend Domeica I leave
eternal love and joy, all my worldly possessions and
our bright future together. I Love You. To New Dorm
I leave new Twister Mats. It’s 92 and I’m outta here.
“Peace.”
I, Dan Schudel, being of dilapidated body and
mind do hereby leave the following to the following:
Katherine M. and Kristen C., a spades hand ready
and waiting. Breakfast bars and Rush have to be left
to Steve M. and Alex M. To Katie B. I leave clear
skies and perfect horizons for wherever you roam.
Teri D., some time, love and tenderness. Dwight S.
and Todd S., the best hall on campus to lead. I leave
Jeff S. those late night existentialist, theological, and
slam society bull sessions. I leave lots of tea, expresso,
and string to Andres J. To all in my Science of the
Mind Class, a revolution. To the twins, lots of music.
To Aaron M. and Adam S., another year of stress
relief on you neighbors. To Heather P. I leave (but
still keep) a great friendship from these past three
years. And to S&M, I leave the want and need for
human compassion and free will.
I, Shawn Sewell, being of unsound mind and
ultrasounded body, do hereby bequeath the following
items to the following people: Stephanie, late night
walkie talkie talks, and an occasional moment of
insanity; Ebea, water, life and stranger; Brian, unlim-
ited number of Palladium books; Chris, ledges, a
walkie talkie, and a room with a view; Tasha,
Mercedes Lackey books forever, and walks to Earth
and Spirit; Josh, The Anarchist on disk, general
destruction, and a few bombs; Daniel, A book of
human knots and how to untie them; Jen, a
snackmaster cookbook, Watson, and a license to spin,
be crazy, and insanity, good for one week; The Plat,
happy memories, an occasional return, and trips off
campus next year.
I, Manan Shah, do leave the following: to John a
great boat ride, a hot tub, a bull, some bleach, a
sweatshirt, and my thanks; to Scott, a morning
picture, late night talks, and the boss; to Charlie some
meaningful conversations, mulemastery and a banana
for the monkey; to Briari another small hoop earring
in case the first one wore out; to Bimal some cake,
chemistry and.a new shadow; to Minesh a horse and
laughter; to Alpen my left ear; to Steve a ping pong
paddle; to Bart a football; to Bobby dinner and a
paper bag; to Brad some tea and banana peels; to
Spence a mirror and some cough syrup; to Melvin
some vines to swing on; to SGA arid Orientation my
hard work and a great week; to the guyssome boats to
race, a hill to climb, lucky number seven, Brightleaf
square, mid FAB. To the junior class I leave a carpet
to sleep on, times I’ll never forget, and another year.
Finally, I Manan Shah leave. Peace...
I, Imani Mutnina Shahid-El, being of sound mind
and body, leave... To Beth, Jayme, Delicia, Tacita,
Fab, Erin, Tracy, Luchia, Kool, Steven, Dwayne,
Duane, Winfield, Ladell, Dwight, Petty, Jody, Ranier,
Anthony, Paul S., Udana, Tavaris, Michael B., and
the rest of the Class of’93 the strength to “hold your
own.”
1, Dennesha (Nesh) Sherril, being of confused
mind and worn out body do bequeath the following:
To Evelyn McPhail and the future residents of 2C, all
the privileges and pleasures of living there; To my
little brother Winfield, a little sister with no mental
problems and a slam dunk; To Pooh and Ted, run of
the school... I don’t know why you would want it, but
here it is; To Kool, a mall of your very own with a
barbershop; To Michael Bond, bowling with broken
fingers, cow hoof prints in doors, bicycles in trees, and
the wish that you never feel lonely; To Domeica and
Becqui, great looking guys at basketball games; To
the rest of my junior acquaintances, feelings of love,
peace, and a senior year that treats you right; To my
senior friends... Alex, Tasha, Kit, etc... (you know
who you are), fond memories, perpetual friendship,
and a promising future. Love y’all!!! . ^
I, Christy Shi, being of unsure footing and far less
stable mind, do hereby leave to the women’s soccer
team the best luck next season - you are a special
group of girls. To Paul, Melvin, Scott B. and Com
pany, thanks for the fun. To Becca, I leave the gifts of
generosity and honesty - two very unique traits. To
Scott “Dork” Ogle, I leave that unfulfilled dinner
date. And to my favorite junior, I leave memories, a
promise of those to come, and a summer together.
You are a true friend. Beam, and I know that you will
do so well next year. Live life to the fullest and I’m
certain that you will go far. Last, I leave to Reeta the
cherished moments that are precious to us as sisters. I
will be lost without you next year- my life can never ,
be the same. I love you all.
Glenn Simmonds
To Dr. Britton, I leave: my deepest thanks for the
last two years and the successes that came from them.
To Mike Davs, I leave: the Producer’s chair, the
Gilligan’s Island parody, and the memory of countless
games of 3-D chess. To Lisa Piekarski, I leave: a year’s
supply of Energizer Batteries! (Got You!!!). To Mike
Davis, Lisa Piekarski and Jennifer Robinette, I leave:
the Kobayshi Maru. Guard her well as the founders
leave her behind. To Darius Burden, I leave: a bottle
of phenolphthalein. Use it well, and during titrations!
To Braden Boone, I leave: the chem lab I screwed up
by reading the thermometer wrong! To Jeanette,-!
leave: the electron shell christmas tree. To Jeanette
and Robin, I leave: the book “Glenn’s 101 ways to do
a Chem Lab problem.” To Shannon, poke, “I got you
last!” To everyone, I leave the words “Live Long and
Prosper.”
I, Katherine Skinner, do hereby bequeath the
following: To my big sis, Aileen, a clean room (yeah,
tight!), a zillion telephones, our ell-raising guides
(with pictures!) & many more late night talks, laughs
& cries at UNC-CH with our awesome suitemates.
To Michelle, my curly-haired buddy, Salon-Selectives
SHampoo & rainchecks for many more vicious
wrestling matches. To Suz, happy-day flowers,
Hipper’s fries, and a date to decorate a Christmas tree
together again next year. (Pick a bar, and bar...) To
Shannon, Jennifer, Erika and Suz, the expression on
Pam’s face after finding me and Shannon hiding
upstairs and behind the door... OOPS! And to my
awesome, beautiful, unforgettable, unbelievable,
fantastic, impossible, amazing, perfect boyfriend, all I
ever have to give - from the sacred sandals to 1000
airplanes (I got it!), pillow-fights to hugs to chase the
bedbugs away, 4-leaf clovers to wishes on headlights,
stars, & greens M&Ms, rainchecks to flowers in the
rain, & most importantly & most of all, every bit of
my love...Always and forever and day or two.
I, Sarah Soutter, being of small body and even
smaller mind, do hereby bequeath the following: To
Darcie, “Huffy” and a pair of rubber gloves; Rebecca,
late night spade games and a bra to wear to church;
Bimal, my awesome height, and, of course, my
roommate; Melvin, hair, Espanol, and a picture of
Paul’s mom; Scott Barnes, a little black book so he
can keep all his women straight. To Paul, M&Ms,
picnics, swingsets, a razor, and all of my friendship.
To the Seniors, thank you for the best year I’ve ever
had; Chris, Scott, and Tommy, I leave treasure hunts
with milk and cookies; To Scott, saxophones, and
most importantly, to Margaret and Christy, 1 leave all
of my love - what more can I say?
I, Holly Stallings, hereby leave the following to the
following: Mary - exit lamp, red/green light, rented
movies, basketball players, away games, and “wear
heels”; Rachel - Harry Connick, Jr., shank; Laura and
Elizabeth - prize-winning cow door; Kim and Jennifer
- the best hall on campus; Kim - talks and walks,
studying in the hall, and a shoulder; Shannon -.
intramural basketball without the cough; Diana - one
hug; Spence and Nicolas - someone to tap on your
window; Anthony - scorekeeper for every sport; Paul
S. - dinner with a wet statistician wearing a white t-
shirt; Paul H. trainer to tell you when to quit and
women’s intuition; Colbert - French partner (mon
reve); Lacy - ham and eggs, fellas; Gary - someone to
hold your necklace and clean your glasses; Bonnie -
Connells concert...! drove underwater!!; Kyle- Cape
Hatteras; Craig - Broadway, double exposures, “I
never met a man...”, and don’t forget the gas; Bart -
directions and interviz; Scott O. - another cool sister
hall; and Scott B. paper tulips, pianos, walks and
talks, invitationals, never give up, and, oh, I saved the
best for last.
I, Tommy Terrell, of glad to be going mind
bequeath the following: to next year’s basketball
team, a winning record and some tall juniors; to
Melvin Jones, some hope for hair; to Alexia, a new
person to hug; to Fab, some more cool-aid; to Bimal, a
blond female from Winston-Salem; to Priscilla, some
more Chinese food; to Brad, some more cool friends;
to Jamey, some height; to Mike Holmes, a decent
date from the dating game; to Rebecca Filbey, some
better social habits and not so much homework; to
Penny, 1st team all-conference, all-area,and maybe
even all-state; to Charlie, a lot of sleep and food; to
Paul H. an injury-free year; to Melvin Farland, a hall
of people like Chris; to Sandy G., a workservice
student like me; to Steve Chang, some longer hair; to
Melissa Wood, another tattoo; to everyone coming
back, new mles, to Kirk McCoy, PDAs and last but
not least my Dad, a year without any broken or stolen
light bulbs.
Carolyn van der Bogert
tigger refrigerator killers poet of vision we’re the
only ones and always will be, to me mallard meer
little feets nose smiggle and a bug kiss, the uncom
mon nicling of instant friendship chemistry poems
cavemud miniscule cows twinkieness buns of steel,
the other vanderb lucy in the sky with dinoflagellates
backscratches, inserted waverly a big hug friendship
like a phoenix, randal my friend of hugs and astro
sunshine on sunny days liquid sunshine on rainy days
to keep you smiling, last but not least my silly will
poke poke really i’m not ticklish dinners zoo paths of
thought you made me think everything is of course
my fault, now that i have run out of words, to those