Beethoven, and a weekend in Acapulco. To
Lori - the mystery of math plus a few trash
novels. To IxeAnn - our haunted room and
someone to pop out of your closet. To
Blythe -1 leave both my art lockers, a bag of
homemade clay, and a spell to ward off
tendonitis. To Jan I leave the comics! To
Jot... your hair (in the shower!) To Mike -
my love always plus a few bug bites - I’ll see
you this summer!
I, Andy Pope, being of fried brain and worn
out body do hereby leave Scott Gamer the
Daniels boys, Gamiel a permenant visitor
pass. Cheesy D, Perfect Strangers, and Tiny
Toons, Andy Rowe a horse’s neck, Mohit a
ticket to NY, John a vote, Deneesha a lounge
of her own. Duck nothing until I get my
money, Keith a temporary pardon, Mike 3"
on your vertical, Itty a bag and neckbrace.
Connie some apirin, Paula a punch. Shan
non an invitation to Ms Olympia, Vince a
Nintendo, Dominick some vitamins and
some guts, Srineth Maya the Bee, John a
jawbreaker, & preps a life.
I, Justin Preyer, being of crumpled and
frequently broken body and sound mind
(ha,ha,ha) do hereby bequeath my remem
brance (i.e. my retribution), my heart, and
my soul to Sheri Chm... (here’s most of it;
actually I can spell it), Apoo Jr. (sorry
Pendoo), Kelly, and Heather (wow, what
sisters!?!.... Just h— I get at home), the Two
Female Hormones (Sharon and Monaca),
the great Short Oriental with the deadly
room (Nancy), the one blessed with WM’s
wonderous company (Kerry), the most un
usual pair of friends (“Ruff’ Ruffin and
Chris), the other great Short one (Raine),
Nic, and 3rd Bryan (the best for two years
running). Please take no offense if you are
omitted; you know I Just tempiorarily forgot
amidst all the Physics, Calc, and Latin that
is prompting serious brain farts in this defi
nitely ipierfect world. Ta Ta (and goodbye in
Latin, whatever it may be... it’s not like it’s
a conversational language).
I, LeShawndra Price, being of sound mind
(I think), declare this my last will and testa
ment. To my little brothers, I leave those
dinners I was supposed to eat with you but
didn’t. To Von, I leave Keishaand toKeisha,
Von. You deserve each other (Let the fights
continue). To Audrey, I leave concerts.
Human Repro, and a book full of names for
twins (Destiny and Dynasty). To all the rest
of my Junior acquaintances, I bequeath lots
of money, happiness, and a senior year that
treats you right. To my senior buddies (Yes,
all of you) I leave memories of my crazy
antics and behavior, fond everlasting friend
ship, and stationary and stamps so you’ll
keep in touch. Peace out — Lucy.
I, Garrick Purdie, being of sound mind
and body, leave to the Juniors in Bryan the
leagcy of Bryan dominance. To the Juniors
in Hunt (New) Dorm, 1 leave about 30
gallons of water. To the seniors, I leave
peace and hope for the future. Oh, and for
Rain, I leave a trailer hitch...
We, Beth Putnam and Michelle Taylor, of
sound minds and bodies, leave the room
(H220) to Sonya Gamer and Kelly Goss to
carry on the DA / Mountain tradition - our
successful social lives to Jeremy Hardison
because he’ll need them both next year - the
duty to carry on the “twang” of Country
music in the halls of Hill to Donna Jennings
(Jolene) - the “Heroic Bachelorette’s
Award” to Rozanna from Michelle - the
wisdom of “How to treat a woman rite”, to
Derek Hales and Scott Westbrook - all my
warm fuzzies to Holly Stallings, along with
great thanks for getting me through baseball
season (between games of course) - an
eggstra long list of “non-mainstream” birth
day ideas to Mary Herring and Amber R.
I, Joe Reams, being of sound mind and
body, leave Tejan Hichkad the courage to
ask girls out. To Ryan Locklear, 1 leave my
vast knowledge of the French language. 1
leave Derek Hales the right and duty to tease
“Injins” like Tonto (Ryan). To the Umpire
at Warren Co. I leave a pair of glasses. I
leave, to my best friend and roommate Grant
Warren, my eternal friendship. Last, but not
least, to Holly Stallings, I leave my Duke
Cap & memories of; 1104010112071230
3469. I also leave Holly my love and my
promise. Finally, I leave a special thanks to
everyone who helped make my senior year
the best possible.
Mr. Thad Reece, of sound mind and won
der year’s body, leave my window to the
Breakfast Club, my can of Kickbutt to Scott
Lauve, my red cleats to Derek Hales, and to
first New Dorm - The Bio Pond.
I, Ashley Mella Reiter, un-willing to leave,
do hereby leave enough of me here that
when I come back it will still be “my”
school. To Nicole and MaryPat- another
year of fractals; Marc- Walden Pond; Ty-
Dr. Kolena’sjob in 20 years; Tripp & Anna-
supershuttle between Cornell and Carolina;
AlanB.- trip to Colorado; Gargi- warm Chi
cago clothes; Julia- another four great years
in Durham; Karen- perfect GM car, 2ndE-
birthday parties every night of the year,
Paul- happy talks to counteract the others;
Greg- working water-wheel and wonderful
senior year, Theresa, Karen, Julie- Tuesday
night Cal sessions; Rachel- many long dis
cussions (not arguments!); Shubie- friend
ships with everybody at Carolina; all my
teachers- my appreciation; for ALL my
friends. Stars. Songs. Faces and my love.
I, Lee Ann Reynolds, being o’ sound mind
and body, hereby declare my last will and
testament. To Brian Fricks I leave a big hug
and all the earthenware he can use. To Joe
Hensley I give a bright smile (for all the
times he has made me laugh), and a power
tool. To Chris Karloff I bequeath 10,000
head rubs and an interpreter. To Patrick, I
give all the wonderful music in the world.
To Allyson 1 leave Saturday morning sun
shine and late night talks. To Barbie, I give
my Peter Gabriel tape and an open invita
tion to Asheville. And finally, to John Kelly,
my love, I leave the rolling ocean, unspoken
feelings, and the secrets of where all the
beautiful flowers grow.
I, Darius Russell, being of sound mind and
body leave to all, what little I have. To
James Smith, I leave MY ability to not care
about anything. May he use it and not take
things so seriously. To Kevin Pierce, I leave
my PEANUTBUTTER AND JELLY. May
he enjoy the squeaky sounds that it makes.
To Roland Leak, I leave a bag of Purina Dog
Chow. May it give him the HI-PRO GLOW.
To all the Junior members of AUJ>, I leave
THE CIRCLE and UNITY. To all the Jun
iors, I leave feelings of love and peace. May
you all use them.
I, Shubie Saksena, being of sound mind &
body, bequeath: To Greg W.- the frisbee I
stole from you a few months ago; To Alex
T.- a soft stick for you to whup your children
with; To Jan G.- a PhD in Discrete Math; To
Theresa- millions of strips of silver foil-
best wishes with your new roomie; To
Karen- the right to stand in my doorway and
lip sync love songs to me; To Ashley- loud
conversations in the bathroom at
Willowdale; To Marc- my Jedi Knight &
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle powers- use
them well; To Gargi- an endless supply of
Mountain Dew & a friendly waaga waaga;
and finally to Rachel- flat tires, beautiful
trees, and all my love!
1, Shamit Sarangi, bequeath to the Juniors
many fun-filled weekends, all of which
were spent at Carolina and Duke. I leave to
next year’s New Dorm seniors the tedious
task of dealing wih Dick and Spanky. To
Kris I leave another year here. HA! HA!
HA! I leave to Scott, Rob, Stephen, Tikku,
and Thi a Farm in Boone. Finally, to my
soon departing friends I leave with you the
memories of the good times.
I, Scott Shelton, of mound sody and bind,
do hereby bequeath mine: Comic books to
Stuart Allen, Chris Farmer, and Bill Davis; t
Wider variety of music to Nathan Lock-
wood; Hurdle-leapage to Ben Watson; Hu
mor to 3rd Beall; “Do Me!” t-shirt to Carl
Larsen; Wrestling Helmet to Chuck Wright;
4 X 800m baton to Roland Leak; Video
gaming expertise to Eric Plaksin; “Shmoo”
to Alex Thompson; Graphing calculator to
Mrs. Whitehead; Hordes of candy bars to
Mrs. Graves; sophomore ancestry to Christy
Shi and Kim Wagoner; Big Joker to All of
Second East; n to WHOMEVER WILL
TAKE IT! Mongo Sword to J.R. O’Neal;
Supreme Senior Schedule to all you poor
Juniors.
I, Harjot Kaur Singh, of silly mind, do
hereby bequeath the magie of room 205 to
Blythe Dyson; a warm tent and cough syrup
to Barbara Watson; a lifetime supply of
sugar to Sandy Gosnell; several strands of
hair to Teresa Lambe; the beautiful land of
dragons to Alexandra Rhetts; physics labs
and late night secrets to Laura Poole; a clean
new gauntlet to Ethan Clauset; George Strait
to Christy Fowler; another manic monday
to Brian Fricks; all the pandas in the world
to Sharon Chow; memories of wonder twin
powers (ssss...) to Beth Bumgarner; a set of
Jingle anklets to my hall; 113 pink carna
tions to Vanessa Wood; ear plugs to Erica
Gamer so she can never hear another clam
Joke; my secrets and silliness to Brian Marks;
and to all my friends and this school I leave
the most beautiful rain.
I, Preston T. Snee, being of possessed
mind and feathered body, do hereby give
away all this neat stuff: To my Cal class I
give a chicken, to Eric I leave dark and
windy nights and my 3 classes, to Matt and
Carolyn I leave weird sounds, to Steve I
leave a 30,000 ft. guitar with a million
strings, to Patrick I leave 70 ft. of hair, to
John L. I leave State University and a wall
bashing, to John W. 1 leave a vat of liquid
nitrogen and a mouse. . . to Kelly I leave
control of the entire world’s military power,
to Brian S. I leave a new pair of shoes, to
Brian F. and Ryn I leave a flamethrower, to
Kimber I leave a drain pipe and a goat, to
Sam I leave my ability to fly to Berkeley
without a plane, to Ben I leave a nuclear
bomb, to Chris R. I leave a bunch of com
puter games and viruses, rolls of film, and
miles of steam tunnels, and to the admini
stration, 1 leave.
I, Talya Somerville, owner of the illusive
Mr. Verb Stick, leave Tonya T., Connie,
and Jasmin the ability to do whatever you
please, whenever you please, with the help
of Mr. Verb Stick (of course). I leave my
LfTTLE brothers Wayne, Ron, and Keith
the usual... NOTHING! You are handlin’
thangs on your own, anyway. But I will
leave you all of my good luck (which is
virtually none) and my love. I leave Kevin
Pierce my Janet Jackson pictures (disregard
the dart holes in her face; I used it for
practice). And last but not least, I leave Alex
Thomson my uncanny ability to dazzle ev
eryone with my overwhelming adorable
charm. I know it’s a lot to handle, but hey,
somebody’s gotta do it!
I, Grant Morey Stevens, being of not-so-
sound mind and a big-boy body, to be
queath the following to; Alan Back- a neck
brace so that your head stops shaking. Scott
Orang Gardner- all my my incredible grace,
charm, coordination, and dancing skills.
May they help you more than they did me.
Jason Hulkster Katz- My weightbelt and
entire bodybuilding library. May they some
day help you take down Lee Haney. (Arnold
is unbeatable!). John Oakley- one helluva
big refrigerator; new dorm preps- the will
and power to unite all of the preps in the
world, and die. A slow, bloody death. AM
BER RADACHOVSKY- all of my love
and thoughts. They have been with you
since we met, and I want them to continue
being so. I love you.
I, Jay Stewart, being of sound mind and
body, bequeath the following: To Fourth
West, lots of late nights, eighteen steps, hall
ball. Subway, and bananas. To Steven Dale
and Derrick Gaines, future Fourth West
D. A. ’s, I leave 2 am bed check, have fun and
good luck! To Pete McHugh, we gladly
leave checks behind. To Brett, late night
talks, models, and research presentations.
To Faisal, I leave our “little” walks, talks,
and Duke in the dust. To Neeta, my little
sister, I leave a helping hand. To Ande, I
leave Cheerios, seagulls, the stars, the writ
ten word, a shoulder to lean on, quiet walks,
and Wednesdays.
I, Michelle Strain, being of sound mind
and body, hereby bequeath the following; to
Danica, ’my loft with its crooked ladder.
Watch your head as you go up. To Patty, 1
leave my position as bench warmer. Don’t
forget, Batgirl, how important you are to the
team! To Imani, Margaret, Christy, and
Sarah, 1 leave you with another year of
Addy. Don’t disappoint her! To Angie,
Tarsha, Jenny, Mary, and Zoe, I leave you
with memories of “Senior Sessions”, quiet
hour violations, and Sea Crest 409. You all
have been and always will be my best friends.
And to Gabriel, I leave the Easter egg. Do
you even remember what’s inside it?
I, Gargi Talukder, bequeath to the follow
ing: Jeremy: test tubes of molasses and
hopes that his next lab partner is as exasper
ating as he has been; Hannah: a notebook of
attempted Calculus problems and wishes
for a wonderful senior year; Greg: a frisbee
and many sunny afternoons; Von: A’s in
French; Brad: a little sibling as wonderful as
mine; Alex; a slam for obnoxious people
and lots of good luck next year; Shubie: one
big WAAAA!!!, lots of chocolate, and long
talks over hot tea; Rachel; mysteries,
“supposings” and huge discussions about
books, people, and religion; Mark: a port
able art studio and the right to be my brother,
Ashley and Theresa: poetry; and Kay Bro:
Just these few words: “Can I walk with you
senorita?”
I, James Thompson, being of worn out
mind and stud-o-matic body, hereby leave
to: Brian C. pec implants, because you need
something to cover your rib cage; Dorian
puberty; Amy Wilson a tisket, a tasket, a
really high basket; Connie a high chair and
someone to drop you on your butt; Shannon
her picture on the cover of Muscle & Fit
ness; Paula a disco record; Rav a National
Geographic subscription; Soh Ra & Imani a
little brother with a southern accent; Jenny
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