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I, Danid P. Aldrich, never really having been of
sound mind, and just getting there in terms of a sound
body, have some stuff that 1 just can’t say “mine!”
about. To James: more cynicism, and possibly a bit of
idealism. To Nic: some vaccine againstthe “plague,”
may it never strike us again! To Colbert: another
bass wafer partner for math (good luck finding one!)
To 3rd Bryan: all the PDA violations you can get. To
Tung: all my (few!) Viola skills. To my cal group:
hope we learned something (there goes the AP!). To
Jeremy: our late night talks, may there be many more!
To Sue-Jin: all the laughter, the fun, and the screams,
too!!; may you achieve your dreams! And to
everyone graduating, and you poor suckers left
behind: good luck!
1, Kerry Anderson, leave the following to: Erin &.
Beth' best of luck next year as 3BL DAs; Julie-bulie-
funny faces, hugs and hopes that your senior year will
be great; Amy- C.P., cross-stitching, & Deutsch;
Carrie &. Elizabeth- my broken leg; Nick- invitational
regrets; Matt- anticipation, M.U., accidental
rollerskating couple bashing and the Pit; Marlene-
Sue- a hole and many thanks; Nancy- a new bulb and
Brit Lit notes; my sex muffin- memories of satisfying
bus rides; MP 20/20- mind benders; Blythe- Physics
and pinches; Will- a tent, thorns and Stats; Suje- the
SBU; to Mizkelle- Oliver, fishies, pre-dawn showers
and strange dreams; Keisha-beisha- Billy, Sheila &
Lauren, b-sessions; Raine- a ladder and high-cut
dresses; Chris- bastings & philosophy; Sheri- a life;
Gooberface- Rocky Horror, Mezziah, butter and my
love; Audball- a loan to alleviate your cheapness,
promises of prompt presents and 8 more wonderful
years; and to Ruffin- a gutter, dried plastic bubbles,
nantucket blue, glows, beans, future plans and a
defunct loft dust bunny.
I, Alan J. Back, hereby pass along what I’ve got as
follows: To Adam Stevenson, my seat in the Concert,
Jazz, and Pep Bands (and Orchestra if you want it).
To Albert Monroe, the title of “Co-Processor Man”
on the Knowledge Master team. To Judy Kim, a trip
to Francesca’s (Julia left me that last year), along with
an industrial-strength rubber chicken. To those who
debated with me on the VAX, I leave my collection
of Ayn Rand novels (I recommend Atlas Shrugged).
Those who take Fortran next year can have my old
programs, whether they work or not. No one gets the
work I’ve done on sewage treatment; that goes with
me. To next year’s Knowledge Master team, I leave
very little room for improvement— but go to the top
if you can! Finally, to all those who have stood with
me, away from me, or against me, past or present, I
leave this: You can go as far as you want if you’re
willing to work for it. Peace, my friends.
Kris Baker
To Jen I leave a number where I can be reached in
case a refill is needed. 1 also leave you an open invite
to visit me anytime! To Nicole, a step ladder for help
w/ J A. To Chris, a pair of flops one size bigger. To the
three of you I leave my love. Thanks for making my
senior year memorable. May it always be the four of
us. To my honeys I leave you all my heart. You mean
more than you can ever know. I also leave an apology
for all our misunderstandings. To Bobby, a seven cm
bun & a date with my secret love. To Brian, thanks
for a perfect friendship. 1 hope we are always close. To
the quad, another game of Truth or Truth. To Jamie,
thanks for a million laughs. To Kelly, a great
friendship. I also leave a raincheck for being roomies
at UNC. Thanks for the memories. To Ben, thanks
for being a wonderful cousin. Family means more
than anything. I love you. To Brian Liebenow,
another year of Chem (hopefully) and the hope that
you don’t get stuck -with two Kris’es and a Chris.
I, Jill Suzanne Barrett, do hereby give: to Sheri- a
summer home and a forever friend; to Prerana-
bubbles and my much used-and-abused ankle shields;
to Lori- emotions, laughter, and memories; to Kate-
pigeonholes and n bang!; to Wendy- the traditions
and strangeness; to Anne!- a ftee consultation on
alternate Thursdays and threats; to Webby- the name
you hate; to Simone- a quiet place to study; to Cara-
Sebastion, the stars, and the icky-poo marks; to
Lizard- my good blue shirt; to Jeanette,- the Holiday
Dinner; to Sharon- long talks, showers, and promises
to visit; to Rob- backrubs; to Bibi- a sadly flightless
HP; to JAN, KMC, JMH, WH, JD, & MM I leave
“Alice, Alice?’; to DRIVE I leave as a consultant; to
Mr. Goebel’s 2nd period Calcuseless class I leave
hopes of more comp, time; to KMC, CDB, Kelly2,
and JAN- a tap ftom the “redhead fairy”; to The Plat
I leave luck and the grand seniors. And to all my
friends I leave, knowing we will meet again.
I, Kate “Clover” Beam, being of sound mind (Ha!)
and asthmatic body, leave... to “Merrydeath”-1 jar
PB, 1 bruise (by person of choice) and 1 ceiling
footprint; to “Nicling”- mermaiddom, catnip, draness,
and Lamaze; to “the Barbarian”- Konan and Mexico;
to “Rosebud”- secondhand cloves and agony; to
“Carolyng”- love spells and mermaiddom; to “Hint”-
my bonfire contribution; to “Leilah”- the
doppleganger effect (redhead thing) and a fish; to
“Merriweather”- clueless-jalepeno-pizza-jokes; to
“Pamling”- good pointes; to “Olaf ’ and “Duck”-
knightdom; to whoever gets iriy room-1 missing loft
step and Jeremy; to Guidance- you’re crazy! Love ya!;
to Manring’s Seminar- parent, child, nerd, hippie; to
the “Mongolians”- “Won’t you be my neighbor?’; to,
my Hallmates- my eternal love and my ability to get
food from the Second Reynolds machines late at
night; to the Platypi- Ty’s right-phrase-wrong-
moment talent; to Wyche- funky rituals and
communal cloves. “And to those I’ve left behind, I
wanted you to know you’ve always shared my darkest
hours. I’ll miss you when I go.” - Lova Ya! - Clover
I, Patricia Berry, being of red-headed mind and
lesser body, do hereby bequeath the following:
Melissa Wood- body hugging clothes, famous advice,
physics for life, and a punch in the jaw. Heather
Ward- remember, it should be like sex, natural.
Meredith Law- a braid, a song, and a happy sunshiny
day. Second Bryan- “Laaaaaaaceeeeeey!!” (sorry Ken
and Sunita). Charlotte Kni^t- binoculars for
scamming. Dr. Miller- Thank you for making life real.
Lacy Hobgood, I leave to you a camping trip, a park
bench, a cocoon, remnants of roses, an early morning
jog, cartoons, a sofa, oteo-cookie pie, myself and my
love.
I, Lydia Boukn^jht, do hereby bequeath the
following to some very lucky juniors: Ananda: my
stopwatch, the swim team, and Bruckner; the swim
team: my secret Barry Manilow collection; to
Warren, my share of Power Bars and my almost “car”;
Matt: the warm fuzzy I never got; to fiances: a great
big hug; to Jennifen all the Diet Coke I have; to
Shay: a man (NOT!!); to Yolanda: a slightly used and
occasional retarded roommate; and to my wonderful
roommate, I leave my loft and carpet (for a small fee),
my eternal friendship, a lot of late nights, gratitude, a
birthday present, and a large piece of my heart (I love
you Robin! Hy with Christ!).
Robert Brannon
Not being in so well of a mind, I will the following.
First, to those who get the triple, I leave the loft,
hundreds of lost pieces of duct tape, and the
extension to the free phone. To Steve and Alex, I’ll
leave a clue or two. To Aaron and Adam, that damn
catapult that never got built. To Jeff, my one bottle of
sunblock. To Sam, you already have what everyone
wants. To Andres, any scrap he cares to pick up from
the triple. To Joe and John, I promise to get your
names straight some day. To everyone else on the
hall, you might get free dibs on food the excess food
in the triple. To Dwayne, all my pascal programs. To
Tony, some more hairspray. To Alan, I finally give
you peace. Eric I apologize for the stereo. Dan and
Brent, thanks for being necessarily anal. Chris and
Rhett, I leave the memories of all the fun we had.
Thanks for being there Jason. To Anne Lincoln, I
leave my heart and love.
George M. Bridgets
To Dr. Miller and'Mr. Poe: I leave the greatest
“Thank You” for introducing the NCSSM experience
to me. To Mr. Poe: I leave the book, “101 Ways to
Intentionally Foiget People’s Names.” To NCSSM: I
leave behind two wonderful years. To Third Bryan: I
leave a can of WD-40, a role of Duck Tape, and an
empty phone booth. Also, I leave a huge check for
the AT&T man. To Kevin Cromwell, Nick Remmes,
and Darius Burden: I leave a hall which was home for
the last two years. To Kevin Cromwell and Dee
Priester: I wish the best-of-luck in your new
marraiges. May they be the happiest years of your life.
Finally to Jennifer Tucker: I leave behind the times
when I could not just hop in a car and come see you.
Also, as always, I leave my never-ending Love. I Love
You Jennifer!
I, Nakia C. Brown, being of sound mind and body,
bequeath my single (Hill 102) to anyone lucky
enough to get it. (Beware of the curse that lurks
within: mysteriously disappearing lab notebooks,
clothes, money, etc. that turn up months later). To
those of “us” who plan to stay in Hill next year, stock
up on patience and restraint this summer.
To my brothers and sisters of AU|), remember
where you come from and who your real friends are.
Remember me when the moon stands in front of the
sun (hint, hint!).
I leave my place in line for pool to Richie H., and
please keep your balls on the table.
As for the softball team, I leave: my (#22) jersey
and L. Centerfield stomping ground to anycxie who
can handle it, the line drives to Angela, and the fly
balls to Shannon (remember that the fences don’t
move just for you), to Penny A., keep diving for the
low ones and watch out for the snakes! To the rest,
thanks for a good season.
AUDI 5000, Nakia Brown
Me, Rhett S. Brown, leaves me love and
admiration to Wub and Giblet, fellow techies and the
best roomies ever. To The Rabid Hairdresser, I leave
my sincerest hopes for the best future, drat which
includes my presence, and the truest riianks I have.
You’re beautiful. To C>olin, I leave my wallet
because I wish I could get hotel rooms as cheap as the