thing to remember me by.
To Einstein I leave my
carpet -Happy Training!
To Lee Ohimuller and Re
becca Wadsworth T leave,
my mailbox number 229.1
hope this box gives you as
much luck and happiness
as it did me. To mv nro-
ressors I leave my deepest
thanks and gratitude for my
education and for a job well
done. Last, but not least I
leave my room to rising
junior Shannon Kohr.
with the condition that I
can stay with her when I
visit.
Jo Frost:
I Jo Frost, being of ques-
tionally sound mind and
body, do hereby leave a
few St. Andrews ideals.
To Tom Williams, the
spirit of the Class of ’91,
may you always walk by
our sides; To Edwards and
Clark, only happy memo
ries with more to come; To
Laura. Garreth. Kevin,
and Malinda. a lot of joy
and friendship; To “T” an
incident report that
screams “Do Me’ ’iToGul-
lettfe. a needle and thread;
To Kim a free pass to “use”
my apartment anytime; To
Paula and Neal, well-
wishes and support-
PLEASE don’t dump my
beernextGanza! To Becky
Snencer. lots of five min
ute visits and smiles on the
run; To all Wilmington
Women, free passes to the
lake, naked, and a few
beers; To Laura Mal
inowski and Carbone, go
for it; To Adam, smiles,
laughs, and a kick in the
ass on bad days; To Suite
7 Granville, a few S unday
mornings and three quar
ters in the Jim’s jukebox;
To all the others, some of
the spirit of St. Andrews:
be idealistic and live up to
that standard, don’t let
anyone else tell you who
you are. Believe in your
self.
Jennifer Franko:
The St. Andrews I’ll miss:
Hamilton, arms out
stretched, squawking bird
like,
as he runs down the steps
toward SAGA.
Philosophical discussions
while feeding the turtles.
Wildness in environment
and attitude.
Security and seclusion
from the outside world.
Bladderwort; yes even
bladderwort.
Procrastinating with
suitemates.
Rugby matches. Bloody
Mary’s, and DML.
Neal, Martha, Bill, W.D.,
Carl, Dick, & Alvin?
Support networks...misfits
Granville...
Acceptance.
The wall, the bell tower,
and Dobie.
Birthday swims & Ganza.
The banana boat, teepees
in the woods.
Bonfires, bongos, and sui
cidal fish.
Environmental concerns.
The annual Ganza streak,
and
Freedom to learn about life.
Also, being of sound mind
and body, I leave:
Muffin-the royalties,
Weena-helpful hints,
Scarah-my quiet moods.
Sharon Frain:
I, Sharon Frain, being of
sound asleep mind and a
body, hereby bequeath to
the following people:
Tina-someone to be in
charge of the chickens
Sarah-a safe trip back
from Express Stop
Susie-my Duran Duran
poster and albums
Janice-the ambience that
I exude
Scooter-a new bottle of
perfume
Kerry Smith-the key to
my heart and all those other
rumors
Gregg & Snider-actual
alarm clocks to wake you
up
ChrisHavens-all my Elvis
memorabilia and a new
role of film
Dr. Walters and Ellen-a
clean road to walk on to
the train station
G ran ville-a beautiful view
and trees in the courtyard
Savage and Patton-a nice
jail cell, hopefully not to
be shared with a mass
murderer
Cup, Becca, and Sandi-a
copy of my 70’s Preserva-
uonist Society tape
Trash and Corbett-in
fared tapes
Edwards-funky music to
dance the night away
Katie Watts and Lisa Sch-
innagel-good luck with
SAU
Katie Vines-freedom to
enjoy your senior year, no
more SAU!!
Garreth-my polyesters
and a walkie-talkie
Hock-dinner at a nice res
taurant
Suite 4 Meck-fish
Winston Suite 6-the
knowledge of being not so
weak
Bing-a shot of water and
not that much stress in your
last year
I would also like to thank
Dave Outwater wherever
he may be for starting the
nickname of the Frain
Train, the jokes never stop.
Also thank you senior
class for voting me Most
Likely to Miss Graduation.
Why I received this award
I’m still not really sure.
Meg Anderson:
I, Meg Anderson, being
of (relatively) sound mind
and body, do hereby be
queath to the following;
To Steve Kosenstein-fond
memories of Nintendo at
2:30 a.m. and some cool
tie-dyed pants
To Gato-permission to kill
all those people who owe
me money (Thanks
Heavy!)
To Alien Johnson-my
flower vase (may it always
be full!) and a little patch
of ground to lie down on
ToChe’vato-my chair (put
it to good use) and a stop
watch for your lungs
To Will-a lifetime supply
of carpet fresh and spooge
towels
To Fred-little pieces of me,
post-explosion
To Bo-new lungs and
credit for “Colorbutt”
To Johannes, Scooter,
and Chuck-E Cheese-fin-
gers-n-fries
To JR-”The Toy”-may it
always bring you hours of
joy
To Suite 4 Granville-all
the motherly affection I can
muster
To R & R-an empty cig
box (that’s out!)
To MA-a cool dress and
jumper and memories of
Paula Abdul
To Mike-my love for the
best brother ever and eter
nal thanks for introducing
me to Dave
To Hagan-Devo’s nickel-
don’t spend it all in one
place!
To David May-Pato and
all he stands for
ToBing-an injunction: Get
out more!
To Kenny Koscho-wher-
ever he may be, I leave the
“Lung of the Y ear” Award
Thanks to you all for
making this my best year
ever. Never forget those
etemal words of Calvin and
Hobbes “A day without a
buzz is a day that never
was.” I love you all!!
Jennifer Woodward:
I, Jennifer Leslie
Woodward, (a.k.a.
Woodie) of stressed-out
"but, glad it's all over!"
mind and body, do hereby
bequeath the following:
To Sharone, the Frain
Train, I leave one Bronto
saur (to do as you like!), a
road map, a cure for
memory losses, Shaun
Cassidy's greatest hits, a
radio that worlcs- and the
"H" ghosts of the past.
To Brainy, another
lonely WinterTerm, funky
hats and wild dresses,
gossip sessions (or should
we just call them bitch
sessions!), and lots of luck
with your career in domes-
ticality.
To " E", a new campus
"Mom" or better yet, how
about the perfect girlfriend
with nice "grutes!", pink
underwear, and a bed to
call your very own.
To Anton, another
night of drunken bliss
within the depths of Lake
Ansley Moore, a couple of
PBR's, and a wild round of
"Mr. Smith" (maybe I'll re
member it this time!)
To Abe, three cheers
for the "Cheezy Politi
cians!" - where's my kiss?
Bunches of thanks for all
your help and advice - your
enthusiam always got me
going again. And may the
Dean Greer's of the world
always keep you on your
toes!
To Lorenzo, a real sen
ior work study! What are
you going to do without
me after all these years?
To Jo-PATIENCE!!!
Need I say more? we both
need it desperately.
To Tanya, Laura, Me
linda, and Helen "I wanna
get laid!," "I'm gonna get
laid!"
To the '91 Spring
Break Crew, sunburns,
hot babes, and one "fat
moon" (this one's for you
Cherico!) drinking in a
parking lot and short tem
pers!
To Heather my deep
est sympathy! You'll en
joy it but, hope you can
find a shoulder to cry on
every now and then - lots
of luck!
To all those wonderful
girls of Suite 5 past - here's
to the good ol' days when
life seemed simple and the
men were just a one night
stand!
To the Men of Suite 4
Meek what can I say?
You're the best and I'm
going to miss all of you!
To my "Big Doggie"
there's just so many won
derful things and all I can
say is thank you for always
being there! Besides,
whether you like it or not
(but. I'm sure you love it!)
you know you're doomed
because you're going to
have me forever! I hope
that bump on your chin
from that fateful night at
Jim's so long ago never-
ever goes away!!!
To St. Andrews - no
matter where life takes me
in my joumey I'm never
going to forget the school
and the people that made
me the person that I have
become! St. Andrews is a
very special place that will
always stay in my heart
"forever and ever, amen!"
And to the Class of '91
wherever you may go and
whatever you may do re
member - Buy DU-
RACELL!!!