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ones you always did. To Seth, I bestow my longest
bellybutton hairs and the ability to say “No" to the
ho. To Colbert, I leave this sentence and a really
neat hairdo. To all the incredibly lame juniors on my
hall, 1 leave you to each other because that is what
you deserve. To Justin and Ashley, I’m really not
leaving so get over it. I can’t leave anything else
because these sphincters want to play baseball on
Colbert’s Mac. Bye to all of you, especially the
buttheads. Just kidiing. O.K., maybe I am not
kidding. This is lots of fiin. Don’t make me stop
guys... Wait... Stop...
I, Michael Browning, being of sleep-deprived body
and fatigued mind, do leave the following things:
To Chris Smith, I leave some hormone control, a
more quiet nature, and lots of women in Germany.
To Mike, Robert, David, and Jay, I leave a good year
in the “quadruple.” To Robby, I leave trips to the
weightroom, good luck in finding a new lifting
partner, and the “Strongest Guy on 2nd West” title.
To Neil, I leave the attention that comes with having
the best computer on the hall. To Shane, I leave
better sportsmanship skills and self-control from
being overcritical of people on the court/field. To
Brad (the Bradmeister), I leave a clue. To Jon Mott, I
leave a big dose of self-esteem. To Brian, I leave paper
fights, late-night studying, computer games, and a
great next year. To Brian and Neil, I leave room 220,
use it well. Finally, to 2nd West, some juniors who
annoyed us as much as you did.
I, Erin Caldwell, being of sound mind and body, do
hereby leave to Melissa Wood “we are living in a
world of fools,” records yeah yeah records, teepee
camping, squozen grapes at the bagel brugery,
sunflower seeds, nude sunbathing, a fifty dollar bottle
of visine, hot wax, firecrackers, and Men In Love. To
Marlene, a book of logic, laxatives, and a six-pack of
O’Doules. To the RA’s, a real life. To Barko, all my
love and sincere admiration, it’s been a fun game. To
Rebecca, oranges, bagels, and crystal light. To Lacy:
weekends at Meredith. To Robbie, nothing because
you won’t be here. To Joe Liles, a lens cap. To Diana,
my old room (if walls could talk). To Dr. Knecht, my
yellow card. To the new juniors, the best and hardest
years yet.
I, MP, a.k.a. meepsb, snowflake, and mary pat, do
hereby leave.
1, Rozana Carducd, do hereby leave to many, '
Rachel, Laura, Elizabeth, Laura, Kim, and Shannon
my positive senior attitude and an open invitation to
visit at Chapel Hill. To Mary Leaphart I leave my
stressful schedule (yeah right!) and the bachelorette
of the year award. To Rachel I leave my Duke pxDster
and a sincere apology for second semester. To Laura
and Elizabeth I leave Saturday Night Live parties and
two wonderful juniors like 1 had to enjoy them with.
To Susan I leave a clean t shirt and to Rebecca,
Alison, and Katherine I leave the right to sing all the
way home from tennis matches. And last but not
least to Pres. Charlie Seal I leave my notebook,
initiative, and dedication. Good luck!
I, Aileen Chang, of sound mind and body do
bequeath the following. To Katherine, my sister, I
leave her 500 ‘used’ bottles of geland many more to
come when we continue to share out thoughts.
methods, and techniques of eel raising. (Both near
and far.) To Anne, I leave a year subscription of
Cosmo. To Catherine, I leave many talks, lots of cool
advice, and a pair of scissors to cut the hair of some
lucky juniors. Mae, I leave thou a mad MCI customer
and $7(X). Susan, I leave you a rich, great-looking guy
and an endless supply of tennis balls! To Alex, I leave
you all the food in the world. Gil, the greatest woman
in the world (next to mom), I leave you fireballs out
the butt, a bucket of tears, and a lifetime of smiles. To
the hall, 1st E, I leave a free phone! Last, but not
least, I leave Kim and Holly, the greatest future
suitemates, in the world, a freshman year at UNC-
CH that will kick some serious butt. Bottoms up!
I, Catherine Collingwood, being of lost mind and
stressed-out body, hereby forget to pack the following:
to Jen: an economy-sized pack of BC headache
powder, lots of email, my crutches, and lots of love &
hope. To Dan James: normalcy and a bigger station
wagon. To Luke: another fiin year in Spanish, official
quote responsibilities, the RT console, and Candace.
To Mike Davis: DIRECTOR and Kobayashi Maru
and all of the hassles involved, but it’ll be worth it, I
promise. To Josh: a stray cat named Tabby. 1 don’t
want her! To mp: Oodles of Ncxxlles, late-night
philosophy, moo makers, square root of 2, and keep
Sullivan from falling down! To 4th West: hope. To
Carolyn: rock collections and lots and lots of fun. To
whoever gets my single (RD203), condolences. Now I
can graduate!
I, Doodle Cowan, being of sound mind and
awesome body, do bequeath to the following persons:
Melissa Wood- a room in Hayesville (please don’t
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