It is that time of the year again; every student begins to get antsy as the year comes to a close. Many seniors have slowly realized that the end is in less than a month. These seniors have decided that they couldn’t leave with out giving a few students these things.  Below are the last wills of countless seniors; let this be a reminder of  how much they will miss you. (wills are listed in the order they were received)

I, Jack Niesse, being of sensitive mind and upright body, do hereby leave a Niesse child arriving to school on time everyday  and my everlasting legacy to Mrs. Pinckney, a new-ish car to drive, less bickering, and maybe even a ticket to a USC football game to Olivia Niesse, endless advice and car jam seshes on low volume to Oliver Root, the role of stretching leaders (unofficial captains) to Chris Littlejohn and Alec Goldberg, dance moves during lacrosse and always being on top to Jack Dillard, endless fist bumps and advice to Rocco, some sweet sweet sweet Nectar and no skin to John Thomas, a super cool and great quality recruiting video to Max Windom, , the role of spirit leader for both football and basketball games to Baxter Barrett, a loving mamacita and a new humongous bean bag chair to Anne Claire Purcell, a dinner of steak at your house to Caroline Hyde, fortnite and each other to mend a broken heart to Chap and Hampton, the respect you deserve to Nick Patterson, an endless amount of Subaru swag to Mason Bishop, a possible new job, some athleticism, and a great big hug to Steve Schlosser, the credits to name Mr. Neeseecs to Brooks Melton, an apology to Lindsay Lankau, and last but not least the position of editor of the TALON to Abby Bonner.

I, Coco Kelly, being of squoke mind and squawked body, do hereby leave the following: to Anne Claire Purcell, I leave infinite go’s, a comfy dorm room futon to sleep on during Mardi Gras, and Mrs. Bortz. To Olivia Niesse, I leave a completely in-tact Niesse child car to drive all four years of high school. To Oliver Root, I leave nothing, but I would like to request one ringlet of your hair. To Baxter, I leave a memorized poem about pelicans. To JC Lesesne, I leave a better career at Tavern & Table than at Sonic. To Helen Beischel, I leave a fanny pack. Don’t worry, I still have it. To my dear administrators, Lucy Pinckney and Lynn Redfern, I leave a lifetime supply of doctor’s notes and college campus paraphernalia for proof of my visits. To Garrick Tyler, I leave a magnet diploma. Caroline Hyde, I leave you all the rights to the nickname “Cokes” in my absence. Only let your friends call you Cokes. And finally, to Ms. Novinger, I will maybe leave a fully completed and presented thesis. Before I graduate. Bye.

I, Meghan Cradock, being of rex mind and throck body, do hereby leave Caroline Hyde the funeral home. Beware of the black Tahoe. To Oliver Root I leave an endless supply of fruity pebbles, please don’t eat them all at once. To Anna Grace Maher, I leave my only brother. To my only son Anne Claire Purcell I leave a futon in my dorm with your name on it. To Mrs. Novinger I leave an endless supply of wint o green breath mints and a security guard for your classroom to keep the greedy printers out. To Olivia Niesse I leave late night family board games and a beautiful drawing of a sad platypus. Or maybe it is plankton. Or a catfish? I actually can’t figure out what it is but I do know it is sad. And finally, to Baxter Barrett I leave uncomfortable glares and the power to create world peace.

I, Aidan Gomez, being of bewildered mind and sore body, do hereby leave Jonathan Lemon in the custody of all of my code, as well as a folder filled with games to play in Phillip’s class against his will. To Gage Gailbreath, I leave all my years of poorly designed and incomplete Science Olympiad projects. To Alec Goldberg, I leave all of my SA shifts at Lewis Barbecue. Lastly, to Lyle Johnson and Colin Baker, I leave 4 seasons of cross country and 3 seasons of track. 

I, Elena Wilson, being of gullible mind and body, do hereby leave the honor of gullibility and animal crackers to Abby Sutterlin. To Christie Tran, I leave all of my dried pineapple and the rest of my food cabinet. To Dhillon Wegner, I leave a functioning left thumb. To Mason Leath, I give you the circle of trust; use it wisely. To Quinna Muthard, the diabetic, I leave gumballs and one get out of track for free pass. To Adian, I leave the knowledge that you will forever be a freshman. To Reid Perrett, I leave one trip to Claire’s. To Lauren Osborne and Emily Williams, I leave sushi lunch dates. To Lydia Pless, I leave all the parking lot chats. To Lilly Ku, I leave good luck in math and hair ties. To Lindsay Lankau, I leave our beach volleyball legacy, long pool days, and refried donuts. Last but not least, to Fifi Wilson, I leave absolutely nothing except Sammy, reluctantly.

I, J.J. Bishop, being of enlightened mind and volcanic body, do hereby leave the following. To Jackson Ray, I leave the AMHS Baseball Twitter (if I can remember the password) and my first base mitt. To Mia Di Paolo and Elias McCall, I leave the Investment Club, hopefully it will survive to 2nd semester. To Josh Cumins and Baxter Barrett, I leave the title of Spirit Leaders and the infamous “Strap In” chant. To Connoly Burgess, I leave a spot on the baseball team. To Caroline Hyde, I leave my gym membership. To Mason Bishop, I leave long walks on the Danny Jones playground and the hope that we are actually long lost brothers. To Señora Shields, I leave a lifetime supply of turnip seeds. De nada. To all CCSD employees and freshman parents, I leave spot 076 (it was never actually mine in the first place). To Mr. Stackhouse, I leave a completed Senior Thesis. Last but not least, I leave a 👌 to all those still reading. Gotcha.

I,  Lauren Haselden, being of immature mind and a child’s body do hereby leave the game seabass, the pyramid in the lounge, all my music, and water fights in the hallway to Lindsay Lankau. To Lydia Pless, I leave extra blankets. To Sam Maher, I leave Lindsay Lankau (trust me). To Sarah Norman, I leave the soups in the cafeteria. I leave to Malia Borg my parking spot and many many hugs. To Simone Kavarana, I leave the swim team. To Ean Tucker, I leave the elusive John Lotterhos and Agape. To Anne Claire Purcell, I leave AG and all my seat time. To Jared Lipton, I leave my incredible Spanish skills to help him out in his future of putting on Spanish plays. To Hannah Lanier, I leave my fight for safety in school. Last but certainly not least, I leave to Ms. Novinger many hidden jars of peanut butter. Bye Magnet.

I, Lauren DeMarco, being of a mind and a body, do hereby leave the following: to Adam Frye, I leave the five dollars at the bottom of my backpack to fund a haircut. To Caelan Paquette and FeFe von Asten, I leave my thunder thighs. To Jared Lipton, I leave the thickest bowl of oatmeal. And, finally, to the lovely Anna Tortorici, I leave all of my love and my treasured herb garden — take special care of the mint and rosemary for me.

I, Dhruv T. Mukherjee, of exhausted mind and really really short body, do hereby leave the rowing team to Lindsay Lankau, Aiden Astle, and Sophie White. Treat it well, and I hope you can outlive as many coaches as me. To Jack  Catalano and Clyde Davis, I’ve given consistent programming help, and I hope to leave you with SOME knowledge at the end of it. To Angela Li, I leave a fraction of my weirdness. And to everyone else I leave the wonderful, amazing, spectacular, memory of my presence, I hope it is enough to get you through the years here.

I, Hannah Martin, being of pretentious mind and weary body, do hereby leave my 92-page Arthurian thesis as a reference for anyone brave enough to choose a topic in the humanities… Good luck; the system is against you. To the next bibliophile at the Academic Magnet, I leave the English teachers’ bookshelves. Treat them well. To the next person who can recite Shakespeare from memory, I leave David Tennant’s 2009 production of Hamlet since the Mel Gibson movie is godawful. To the introverts who just want to be left alone, I leave you the sacred art of the New Yorker Stare to make people scramble out of your way and apologize for no reason. Finally, to the students at the Seacoast bus stop who don’t know how to queue properly (something you should have learned in kindergarten, dears), I leave you the last empty seat on bus 517. And with that, on to the next great adventure!

I, Emma Ladd, of manic mind and bionic body, do hereby leave the following: to Hank Tschantz, I leave the hope that you will be a better driver than me and the task of convincing my brother to stop playing so much fortnight. To Will Jordan, I leave the confusions of sharing your name with others and the endless oddities of art class. To Sophia Wilson, I leave my AP Chem notes, many afternoons spent loitering in the AMHS parking lot, and my phone number so we can still talk plenty next year. I leave Lydia Pless with a desperate plea inviting you to become my personal chef. For Joe Cooper Lesesne and Lindsay Lankau, I leave a binder filled with all of the physics notes we didn’t take together. For the AMHS girls’ soccer team I leave my undying, eternal love. To Meredith Gee and Emma Sherman, I leave the classic center midfield pre-game handshake and pep talk. To Lauren Osborne, I leave a spare pair of cleats and shin guards, some killer shag dance moves, and my jersey number along with its implicit perks. To Gia Braddock, I leave our shared love of J Cole, may you continue to educate our school about his talent and genius. To Riane Coman, I leave you the challenge of shattering more records than you already have as well as the excitement of being a future Gamecock. To Anne Claire Purcell, I leave the sophomores and a pair of shoes that aren’t sneakers, even though I know they’ll just sit in your closet. Although I may never understand your peculiar food tastes, I leave Jourdan Gruber a package of meat spread, some raw hot dogs, and a giant hug as I will miss seeing your smiling face every day but I will never cease to worry about your health. To Morgan Southworth, I leave some expert-level ziplining skills and a love of poke bowls. For Mary Ashton, I leave our matching surgery scars, may April 14th forever live in infamy. For Ashley Anderson, I really don’t have anything to leave you, but I would like to steal your super cute jewelry along with your dog. For Emma Broucqsault, I leave you canned cat food, tighty whities, Crisco, and flour. To Riley Haas, I leave all the pretty-boys your heart desires and a ticket to 2018 prom. To Molly Dickerson, I leave you all our laughs from soccer practice and best wishes for all the fun times your next two years of high school will hold. For Libby Jaskwhich, I leave you all our fondest memories at the blind tiger. To Anna Grace Maher, I leave the secondhand embarrassment of watching our teammates wildly dance in AC’s attic. For Maisie Cochran, Trinity McManus, Nora Powell, and Sophia Ludman I leave the excitement of many more amazing moments to come with Raptor soccer. Finally, to all of my teachers at AMHS, I leave my endless gratitude. Thank you all for making my four years as a Raptor so memorable.

I Grace Gehlken, of unique mind and short body, do hereby leave the hysterical laughs of children from Dunston to Stephen Holderness. The bittersweet mix of stress and feeling a sense of accomplishment to the members of the 2018-2019 student council. To Jared Lipton future president of National Spanish Honor Society, I leave a passion for the Spanish Language and Culture. Lastly, to Hampton Gehlken I leave countless car ride concerts, high fives in the hallway, future arguments with Lisa, and a lacrosse ball and a sleeping bag. 

I, Caroline Mitchum, being of indecisive mind and awkward body, do hereby leave the following: To my favorite setter, Julia Spencer, I leave endless wall sets and beautiful hands. To Abby Sutterlin, I leave all the pancakes you can eat and jibbitz a pair of crocs can fit. To Sophie Estoppey and Ashley Bryan, Meg and I leave you the softball twitter and our self appointed titles as spirit captains, make us proud. To Ashley, I also leave cringy car ride jams to the field and the prized position of second base. To Sarah Norman, I leave a broken blender and all the tea you can sip on, drink lots. Malia Borg, I leave you Danny Jones and a green mixing spoon. To Mia Di Paolo, I leave my judgmental looks, I’m sorry about them, but serve them well. To Egg I leave my parking space whenever you may need it. To Libby Jaskwhich I leave the responsibility of creating a dank playlist for volleyball. To all of you, I leave my love and the ability to come visit me.

I, Semaj Fielding, being of bold mind and unique body, do hereby leave the varsity volleyball team to Rion Brown and Sera Cole. To Libby Jaskwhich I leave making volleyball fun and endless practice dances. To Abby Sutterlin I leave the libero skills I wish I had. To Julia Spencer I leave the preposition song, and to you and Rion I leave Clutch. To Anne Claire Purcell I leave falling down mountains and waffle house trips. To Ashley Bryan and Andrea I leave Black Student Alliance, lead it boldly. To Helen Beischel I leave luuj sdop. To Dessie Ann Nietart I leave the coveted right side. Do it justice or I will come find you. To the girl that sang Riptide with her ukelele in the cafeteria bathroom, I leave you my utmost respect and a record deal. Also, Libby, I leave you all my love and the rest of my love and my heart.

I, Helena Upshaw, of confused mind and self-conscious body do hereby leave the AMHS Glee Club to Alaina Broomall, the Girl’s Tennis Team to Tori, Sophie Estoppey, Savannah, Aileen, and Caroline Young, and the Dirty Birds to Ean, Andre, and Razeen. I bestow a lifetime of puns to Sera, self-confidence (whoosh) and memes to Aileen, and free trips to Clemson for everyone! Come visit me and add me on snapchat (@helenaupshaw)!

I, Adam Ziff, being of curious mind and twig-like body, do hereby leave the following.To Sammy Rosenberg and Eli Leroy, I leave the Jewish Student Connection Club; don’t slack off as much as Jacob and I did.To Alec Goldberg, I leave a Switch controller, some guacamole, and a ski lift ticket.To Neal Goldberg, I leave a free quiz card that I never used from freshman year.To Will Schnell, I leave control of the Nest. To Sam Maher, I leave Carta. To Lucas Dillard, I leave the patience I needed to survive being on a team with Sam.To Andrew Zimlich, I leave a recording of how to pronounce your name for you to give to Coach Hamil.To Trap Puckette and Mason Bishop, I leave the soccer team; do us proud next year.To Dhillon Wegner, I leave Dylan Odell’s name.It’s been real Magnet; thanks for a great four years.

I, Isabel Root, being of absent mind and tardy body, do hereby leave a map to the bus stop to Oliver Root, so that he may be freed from lateness. I leave the Young Democrats Club and its advisor (if you so choose), Ms.Hurt, to Robby Gourdie.

I, Eliot Leadem, being of brain-dead mind and overworked body, do hereby leave the golf team, my most prevalent source of pride and joy, to Jack Catalano and (maybe) Matthew Roark. Win the region again next year, guys. To Hannah O, I leave my cello and a Harvard degree… and a broken longboard. To Janie O’Shea, I leave the entirety of the French language and FNHS crepe sales. To Shreyon Roy and Forrest Zach, I leave my eternal gratitude and inferior coding abilities – run free with absolutely nothing. And to Will Schnell, I leave a gerbil. Be careful with him.

I, Will Donnellon, being of long mind and bath and works body, do hereby leave all the AMHS  golf team in its entirety to Gage Andrews. May all our spirits hold true to the mind of your everlasting soul. To Ms Desbrow, I leave a holographic Raiku pokemon card. To my mom, I leave my shoes. To Hillary Duff, I leave an old spider song. To Garrett Olofsson, I leave a shiny toe. To Edward, I leave you my neck blood for your sucking enjoyment.

I, Mary Claire Newsom, being of sometimes Scary Claire mind and lazy body, do hereby leave the varsity girls tennis team to Tori Streetman, Sophie Estoppey, Aileen Shi, and Caroline Young (who also gets future bus rides to really far away places and a trip to Waffle House). I promise I’ll come visit you guys at state next year. To Jack Catalano, I leave quiet and tired morning car rides with endless Beyonce and lots of neighborhood porch parties. To Mina Schaafsma, I leave before and after tennis pictures and really good pizza on the way to lower state. To Caroline Hyde, I leave all of the before school “breakfast” trips that I will miss very dearly. To Oliver Root, I leave you my brother and 2 mile midnight  bike rides, please help keep that cute lil kid out of trouble :). And last but not least, to Anne Claire Purcell, I leave after school sits, apple skin (but don’t eat it), and many road trips to USC. I will miss you all <3

I, Nate Shirley, of broken head and fragile body, do hereby leave the following: to Max Windom, I leave my collarbone in honor of your destructive one week football career. To Jackson Ray I leave a pair of scissors and a razor. To Ethan Fewell I leave a conscience. To Chris Littlejohn and Tommy Crookes, I leave the responsibility of blocking the cornerback and catching the occasional screen. To Colby Beaver, I leave four necks and the CBC youth group. To Addie Etheredge I leave Max Windom, take care of him for me. Finally to the entire Magnet baseball team, I leave four amazing years of fighting alongside some of the best guys I’ve ever met. Keep fighting for each other and make the most of your opportunity.

I, Claire Dickman, being of tired mind and dancing body, do hereby leave Janie O’Shea a plentiful supply of strawberries, bananas, and nutella for crêpe sales. To Rion Brown, I leave resistance bands for conditioning and, hopefully, a new set of jerseys. I leave perfect passes to Julia Spencer and perfect sets to Libby Jaskwhich. To Abby Sutterlin, I leave the responsibility of digging up every single volleyball hit in addition to keeping the music fresh. And finally, to Grace Fellows, I leave an endless amount of energy to take on hip hop.

I, Chase Michaelsen, being of formerly pudgy body and relatively innocent mind, leave the Raptor Soccer bench captainship to Andrew Zimlich. To William Schnell, I leave Carta, and wishes for your success in making Sports Milk a thing. To Carta, I leave nothing, except my bike to use on certain occasions. To Mason Bishop and Trap Puckette, I leave my heart and soul, and a wrench to fix your broke machines. To Benji Vasquez, I leave a dictionary, please learn more words than just “gang.” To Ben Black, I leave you the responsibility to finally figure out how to play Runescape on the school wifi (do not fail me). To Sam Maher, I leave all the fruit and mints you could dream of. Finally, to Finn Gottlieb, the kid with the dumbest name I’ve ever heard, I leave you our memories in AP Stats, I’ll miss them.  

I, Campbell Daffin, being of sarcastic mind and body, do hereby leave Grace Fellows the thousands of socks, clothes, and pieces of wisdom I have lent her for cross country and track. Also, protection from all thunderstorms. To Baxter Barrett I leave the secret of why Rowan, Payton, and I were laughing so hard in his bathroom.

I, Zach Kontenakos, being of sharp mind and tired body, leave Taco Bell to the baseball team. On behalf of Nathaniel Shirley, I leave his order of a Moe’s burrito with an extra side of queso ;). I leave the book, pitch count, and dugout hype to Seth. I leave the complex jazz band bass lines to Bohan. I also leave a calm mind and my dress clothes to Ethan Fewell.   

I, Rowan Burns, of sassy mind and body, do hereby leave the following: to Ashley Anderson, I leave my brother. To Emma B, I leave my intense passion for soccer. To Morgan Southworth, the ability to hang…out. To Lauren Osbourne, I leave the ability to head the ball out of the air. To Riley, I leave the duty to constantly bully Lauren Osbourne whenever needed. To AC Purcell, I leave silent Gucci. To Meredith Gee, I leave my constant complaining and a spot on the best team. To the rest of the soccer team, I leave y’all the ferocity to crush BE! To Will Marshall, I leave late night conversations about that girl we know. And finally to Ethan Fewell, I leave my apologies.

I, Daniel Lehman, being of condescending  mind and girlish body, do hereby leave the secret room in the school to William Schnell, the Bowling Club to Mia DiPaolo, awkward hallway encounters to Vaunsh Nagpal.

I, Hannah Smith, being of sarcastic mind and displeased body do hereby leave the following: to Teresa Novinger, I leave countless therapy sessions, a chicken sandwich, and my everlasting love. To Julia Spencer, I leave many rides home and life chats. And lastly, I leave the remaining moldy contents of food locker #93 to the lucky soul who finds them.

I, William Christopher Thomasson, being of vindictive mind and voluptuous body do hereby leave the following: to John Thomas, the ability of  playing lacrosse games without being scared, and a man card. To Jack Dillard, I leave every mud-hole that defeated us, may you conquer them on your own. To Josh Cumins, I leave the snapchats on weekend nights asking if you’re having people over (it never ends), and toilets rugged enough to handle the bowels of delinquents. To Mason Bishop, I leave ski trip  shenanigans. To Hampton Gehlken, I leave Ellis Creek, may you continue lining the floor of the creek with God’s gift. To Vinod Pandey and Ella Lesesne, I leave the ability to pull into a parking spot or back out of a driveway without smashing into a car. To Simone Kavarana, I leave John Thomas; treat him with care. To Baxter Barrett, I leave skills on the ping pong table. To Oliver Root, I leave “Sup Buddy,” may you find a replacement once I leave.

I, Campbell Babb, being of saucy mind and body, do hereby leave the following: to Simone Kavarana, Malia Borg, and Skyler Ayers, I leave Jonas Sosa. To Simone Kavarana, I leave many McDonalds runs and running in late to swim meets. To Ella Lesesne, I leave all my gossip, boat barges, and a new phone that isn’t at the bottom of the ocean. To Baxter Barrett, I leave hundreds more  snapchats to come at Clemson and our streak. To Will Marshall, I leave my laughing at you being crilled. To Josh Cumins, I leave a giftcard to Limric plumbing. To Vinod Pandey, I leave our terrible legacy as partners. To Mason Bishop, I leave a haircut. And to Harrison Babb, I leave car rides with Gray.

I, Claire Hunt, being of gullible mind and energetic body, do hereby leave the following: to Grace Fellows, I leave the little running motivation I’ve ever had. To Ashley Anderson, Libby Jaskwhich, and Riley Haas, I leave unlimited  swipes, use them with caution. To Merideth Gee, endless calculus problems and arbitrary worksheets. To Gia Braddock and Morgan Southworth, I leave all my crazy game day shenanigans. I leave endless midfield running to Mary Ashton Jenkins and  Anne Claire Purcell. And to the entire AMHS Girls Soccer team, I leave my unrelenting love for Pollo Loco and Panera. To the students and staff of AMHS, thank you for the past four years, it’s been quite the experience.

I, Emma Ludman, being of forgetful mind and spaghetti-like body, do hereby leave Sallie Limehouse 7 of America’s largest eggs. To Sophia Ludman I leave my beloved Jean Ralphio and bumping the morning playlists at unreasonably loud volumes as well as all the soup in the magnet cafeteria. And finally, to the lunch ladies I leave my endless love and gratitude for making the delicious quesadillas and letting me enjoy second lunch at all hours of the day.

I, Damon Otero, being of jazzin’ mind and swingin’ hips, do hereby leave the following. To Brianna Otero, I leave my aux cord. To Qian Mateo, I leave my arroz con habichuelas and iglú. To Sully Gholson, I leave the agony of calculus. To Bohan Wang, I leave Chameleon—both old and new. To Christian Blackburn, I leave remind101. To Eliza Basel, I leave the flag and dried fruits. Word-up, votero, and jazz on

I, William Tipton, being of controversial mind and perfect body, do hereby leave the Academic Magnet sailing team to Caelan Pacquette and Davis Leath, Ms. Novinger the endless political discussions, and Dr. Altman all of the homework I never did.

I, Dillan Drymon, being of Borat mind and mankini body, do hereby leave Chris LittleJohn awkward moments with Coach Kamp standing right behind you. To Steve Schlosser, I leave the advice to not grow back your hair again, it was not very liked for the both of us (what i really wanted to say was inapropriate. To Hampton and Chap I leave our secret spot where we go to avoid scrimmaging the girls team. Treat it well bois. To my dear Nick Patterson, I leave the title of clown for both the football and lacrosse team. It is important for us all to pass down the torch. Your duties include living on my one thing i wish to be remembered for, Mehoy MInhoy everyday all day. To Oliver Root, I leave my football locker, there is a secret message hidden inside for you. Also, Oliver I leave the encouragement to be most hype on the sideline against Wando, pick up that phone. Oh yeah, and Alec Goldberg, I leave nothing. 

I, John Staubes, being of imaginary mind and broken body, do hereby leave anxiety to James Staubes, James Staubes to Angela Li, space pros to Stephen Hilton, Science Olympiad responsibilities to John Paradise, another year of bustling bus bounciness to the rest of Sheila’s children (Chloe, Sam, and Andre).

I, Christopher DeHart, being of heavily caffeinated mind and body do hereby leave the following. To Christian Blackburn, I leave the frayed nerves of the teachers who have taught me throughout my tenure here. I know I may have been on them for four years but I hope they will buy you extensions and grading sympathy. To Kevin Boyd, I leave that corner chair in Mr. Phillips room. May you never have to use it. Finally, to Briana Otero, I leave my parking space. Keep the parking straight and the beats loud. With this document as my final testimony, I do hereby depart Magnet and in going proclaim the end of the great DeHart Dynasty.

I, Annalise Hafner, being of muddled mind and pillsbury doughboy body, do hereby leave the following. To Kate Kuisel, I leave what is left of my soul, along with the cross country team, the 4xk8, and many more adventure runs. To the wonderful Sallie Limehouse (not flirting though), I leave all the responsibilities of team mom, gas money to transport the underclassmen, and my eternal gratitude for introducing me to Waffle House. To Owen Conley, I leave parking spot #130 and the speaker you left in my car. To Lyle Johnson, I leave my playlist (the one you love so much) and bracelets from a kind man on the streets of Milan. To Rachel Walmet, I leave the essential slime-making supplies and a *vegan* pizza from MidiCi. To Grace Fellows, I leave my heart, and to Anne Claire Purcell, I leave many morning hugs. To Andrew de Arellano, I leave the number of my hair salon. To Evan Daniels, I leave a solid .2 and one peanie waffle. Finally, to the cross country team, I leave all the strength you need to make it up that hill!

I, Carolyn Prickett, being of numb mind and tired body, do hereby leave Malia Borg a dart to the leg, Skylar Ayers a green crayon costume, and Sarah Norman endless chips and queso. Upon Janie O’Shea, Rachael Walmet, Esther Yu, and all my lax girls, I bestow the confidence to continue the legacy of all that is AMHS girls lacrosse #NUT. To Mason and Davis Leath, I leave the memories of my impressive french speaking and shagging abilities. To Andrew Nichols, I leave nothing, for you no longer deserve my parking spot. And finally, to Lyle Johnson and Sully Gholson, I leave the determination and motivation needed for us three to once again be classmates. And with that, I retire, “Go Raptors, Beat Bishops” and say confidently, “Go Navy, Beat Army!!!!!”

I, Mary Frances Kline, being of a tired mind and absolutely exhausted body, do hereby leave to Sullivan Lant the designation of oldest Karate black belt at Magnet. To Christian Blackburn I leave my absolutely impeccable taste in food and movies, and all the mayonnaise Magnet and Moes have to offer. To Ean Tucker I leave the title of best Dirty Birds member from the spectacular Haut Gap Middle School. To Andre Koka I leave the title of dun dun master, even though he has been the master all this year (it’s a traditional thing). To the essence of Sully Austell, once a freshman here, I leave the memories of Magnet and an eternal grudge about him leaving this school. But he’s greedy and says he wants more than that in my senior will even though he doesn’t even go here, so he gets another sentence. To Christian Nelson I leave the ability to “bite the dust” anywhere, everywhere, even on the stairs. Don’t let me down.

I, Elise Blackburn, being of sound mind and health, do hereby leave my earthly possessions to underclassmen.  To Harrison Babb and Kaki Cobb, I leave magazine perfume samples for all of your Art 1 collage adventures. To Daniel Killough, I leave the best Throwback Thursday playlist of all time.  To be fair Daniel, most of the music is from the early 2000s, and about six plays of Cotton Eyed Joe.  Oh, and of course the greatest song, Birds of Prey are Cool.  To Elias McCall, I leave a bag of Moes chips (I’ll come back from college just to hand-deliver them to you).  For you, Sully Ghoulson, I leave our game of Bat Climb. Carson Goodier, I leave the second drawer in Mrs. Benton’s room full of plates for us to eat your legendary brownies.  Junior year is stressful, and it’s okay to stress-bake (as long as you give me some). Pilar Florez, I leave you three more years of layout d’s. Keep playing hard and being fly.  To Adam Frye, I give you my seat as chairman of the long hair club. Keep your locks as luscious as your soul. William Kronsberg, I leave a deck of cards. We will always be the Spades dream team.  And finally, to Christian Blackburn, I leave the art hallway. I know you usually sit with us at lunch, and it hurts to think about how we won’t get to share a meal every day next year. Take care of her for us.  Do not let the legend of the color wheel die. Treasure the memories we have made, dear brother. Know I will always answer the Blackburn family call.

I, Zach Kronsberg, being of presidential mind and superhero-shirt-clad body, do hereby leave the following: To William Kronsberg, Sully Gholson, and Emma Heeke (in that order), I leave control of the Movie Mania Club and the responsibility of asking what club it is when the members get too loud. To Stuart Philp, I leave the currently vacant made-up position of Chief of Staff of Movie Mania, if you choose to return during your vast free time. Also to Sully Gholson, I leave a can of Diet Coke to be had during first period exclusively. To Grace Fellows, I leave my incredible dance moves to “Build Me Up Buttercup” by the Foundations. To Razeen Basunia And Stephen Hilton, I leave leadership of the Academic Team. To Chase Mitchum, I leave the reading of Academic Team questions. To Davis Leath and William Kronsberg, I leave the legacy of the Executive Council for the 2017-2018 school year to be carried into the 2018-2019 school year. To Hannah O and Maria Traver, I leave countless images of my back as I tried to ignore you during the announcements. To Bryan Bracy, I leave a piece of paper that has my named spelled out. To Qian Mateo, I leave $.21 and appreciation for your daily greetings. And to Shabih Jafri, I ask that if you ever need a favor, let me know because I owe you one. To Skyler Ayers, I leave my admiration for your unique ability to smile 24/7 and ask that you never let that change. To Mia DiPaolo, I leave my slang words of the day and countless ignored greetings in the hallways. To the poor, unfortunate soul who must follow in my footsteps as Student Body President, I leave my ability to lead succinct and to-the-point meetings and to inspire the school through my rousing Pledge of Allegiance. To my brother, trusted advisor, and best friend, William Kronsberg, in addition to previously-mentioned items, I leave the Kronsberg legacy. And, finally, to all of Magnet, I leave the spirits of my unmistakeable power walk and my irreplaceable 11:40 announcements to haunt the hallways for eternity. It has been an amazing four years!

I, Boone, being of sound mind and body, do hereby leave the cactus farm and garden to Lydia Pless in order to ensure its continued prosperity.

I, Caroline Seymour, being of spicy mind and saucy body do hereby leave the following: To Grace Fellows, I leave 7 Cane’s boxes with lemonades (sorry), my closet in its entirety, weekly face times, Best Love Song by T-Pain, and lots of hugs. To Rachel Walmet, I leave a gallon of milk, a third audition (I hope it works this time), and thirty hip hop routines. I’m expecting perfection. To Jackson Ray, I leave Will’s spot on the Bermuda Triangle. To Katie Radovanovic, I leave chocolate chip Quest bars. To Sophia Wilson, I leave a WFU sweatshirt. To Natalie Aversano, I leave Key Club, 20 orders of McDonald’s nuggets, and fire alarms. To Eliza Cook and Katie Massie, I leave each other and an endless supply of chicken minis you’ll probably eat everyday next year. To Kate Kuisel, I leave the 4×8 (kate), and lots of cake by the ocean for when you win something at state.

I, Megan Holderness, of never sarcastic mind and super athletic body, do hereby leave the following. To Mia DiPaolo, I leave the official Twitter account of the Academic Magnet High School Softball team (@amhs_softball), by far the best athletic team Twitter in the school. May you always keep the people informed and actually post players of the week (include embarrassing videos, too). I also leave the idea of a pasta sauce subscription service as your thesis project. I will send you my address later. To Sophie Estoppey and Ashley Bryan, I leave you a position just as valuable as any other: Softball Spirit Captains. Even though you actually play, do not take this honor lightly. To Gabby Moabfqfhqif, I leave the great responsibility of writing the punny, witty, cliche-filled FCA announcements. Be sure to include lots of “Jesus” even when Zach is gone. To Davis and Mason Leath, I leave leading the Dunston trips and all the chaos that comes with it. I expect pictures of the kids at least once a week. Please don’t do too much art without me. To Anne Claire Purcell, I leave my undying love and an endless supply of gigantic beans bags. I also leave a wooden Bethelwoods bench and a halfway decent picture of us (if we can ever take one). I am only a Facetime call away. To Baxter Barrett, I leave Stephen Holderness. Be sure to feed him, give him water, and take him on occasional walks. You may want to call him in the morning because he never wakes up for school. Last but not least, to Stephen Holderness, I leave 16 years of memories and the honor of making sure mom isn’t too torn up by my absence. I will miss you more than you can ever know. Oh, and now you have the sole responsibility of taking care of Harold (if he makes it that long lol). Don’t have too much fun while I’m gone, and I’ll try not to do the same <3

I, Sophie Crosby, being of caffeinated mind and busy body, do hereby leave early Saturday runs, smoothie stops and awkward Hooffstetter selfies to Rachel Walmet and Grace Fellows. I leave DCON group messages, Tuesday morning meetings and Tyson McCormick to Grace Fellows and Sully Gholson. To Mason Leath, I leave the Community Service chair, painful Monday lunch meetings, and all of the class you get to miss for Blood Drives. To Anna Tortorici, I leave a job at Half-Moon Outfitters and most importantly, the Herb Girl legacy. To Ean Tucker I leave endless smiles and hugs. To Lydia Pless, I leave freedom and breadsticks. To Elan Levine, I leave the yearbook and all the joy that accompanies its production. To Aidan Ennist, I leave a house in Mount Pleasant, so you can finally get a ride home and pizza delivery.

I, Lauren Cuppy, being of judgmental mind and sunburnt body, do hereby leave the following. To Ashley Anderson, I leave all of the money you’re afraid to ask me for. To Emma Broucqsault, I leave my half of the carpool and my undying support for your artwork. To Riley Haas, I leave lies and my prom dresses in case you ever actually need them. To Lauren Osborne, I leave the position of oldest Lauren on the team. I’m sure there will be another Lauren soon. To Molly Dickerson, I leave all of my superior soccer skills and answers to any questions besides the ones you want.  To Mary Ashton Jenkins, I leave our dead streak. To Anne Claire Purcell, I leave the official position of team mom. To Jourdan Gruber, I leave balance and coordination. To Stephen Holderness, I leave our strong and healthy friendship and the only story I can tell that actually makes you laugh.

I, Owen Duffy, of absent mind and endangered body, do hereby leave Baxter Barrett dugout rambunctiousness and Subaru gang ownership. To Max Windom I leave The Raptas, pregame music/nap time, and a season’s worth of donuts. Have fun next year. To Ethan Fewell I leave a soundproof pair of batting gloves, an indestructible batting helmet, a bar of soap, and a mouth guard. Love you buddy. To Jackson Ray I leave the niceness you rarely got (sorry) but always deserved. To Luke Freudenheim I leave the responsibility of bus ride playlists and making everyone go to Taco Bell. To Stephen Holderness I leave unlimited free Polar Pop coupons and a cup holder. To Will Jordan I leave Bobbleball, the Puddle Bois legacy, dumb outfield jokes, and an extra pair of cleats. To Sully Gholson I leave my freestyle skills, special handshakes, and my spot in right field. To Seth Early I give back all the cookie crumbs you left in my car after practice. To Hank Tschantz I leave a schnasty curveball, a permanent spot on varsity, and a blast shield. To Lindsay Lankau I leave a magic 8 ball. To Rion Brown I leave a purple bag of Takis, a snowcone, and spot 52. To Morgan Southworth I leave a pet snake. To Mia Di Paolo I leave Ski Trip part 2 responsibilities, snapchat art, a lifetime supply of righteous waves, and a free poké bowl. To Caroline Hyde, for the low price of $0, my brother. I know that’s an offer you can’t refuse. That is all.

I Doscher Hill being of relatively sound mind and average body leave John and chap some credit on offense, Oliver Root my stick skills, Tommy Crookes a stomach full of bajangles, and Will Schnell some bigger spandex. To Josh Cummins I leave my (extremely) limited free-styling skills, someone else to ask if you’re down to chill, and a great plumber. To Mason Bishop and Mia DiPaolo I leave the ski trip. To the class of 2019 I leave a wall theme win and to the rest of Magnet patience and good night’s sleep.

I, Bryson Rose, being of egotistical mind and sculpted body, do hereby leave the following: To Josh Cumins, the future of the basketball team, a giant bag of sour patch kids, lots of gummies, more bike rides through Charlestowne Landing, and a new toilet. To Luke Freudenheim, a box of protein powder, many Fortnite dubs, a gold ping pong paddle, a chicken bowl from Umi, and my endless love. To Vinod Pandey, the best quality ankle braces, seeing another tank driving down the highway, my planet fitness membership, and the key to Ferndale. To Max Windom, the most heartwarming and amazing letter I’ve ever received, you stole my heart, the wettest jumpshot in the world, and the magnet gym. To Will Marshall, the shotgun seat in my truck as we escape 12, all of my hair, and a spot on the basketball team for the hardest working guy I know. To Trap Puckette, I leave you the best car in the school #jeepgang and an unlimited supply of little bites. To Baxter Barrett, the basketball student section. To Mason Bishop, my extremely small car key. To Alec Goldberg, all of the food in my house next year and 2k18. To Beauregard Cochran, the happiest of times with Helen, you better not mess up. To Benjamin Garner, my back that carried you in Fortnite and all of my clothes because they’ll probably fit you. To Jacob Schar, the best dance moves in the school as cringeworthy as they are and a really smooth post hook. To Finn Gottlieb, a game of one on one . To Owen Conley, I leave pre-game dinners at your house and the legacy of number 4.To Kasen Groves, my jumpshot because you need it the most. To Anne Claire Purcell, the best senior year and some sick shoes. To Ashley Bryan, Max Windom, he will be your new daddy. To Hannah O, the most contagious laugh I’ve ever heard and the password to my Snapchat to see how many girls I’m talking to. To Lindsay Lankau, my special list, a bouquet of roses, and my jealousy. To Helen Beischel, I leave you Kobe. . To Natalie Aversano, supreme ping pong abilities since I have always been better than you.  To Jonathan Lemon, the magnet weight room, take good care of it. To Shabih Jafri, infinite stupid jokes that always manage to make me laugh. To Lily Borders, a parking spot in front of my house. To Mia DiPaolo, I leave you my comfiest sweatshirt, a bowl of the sweetest ice cream, some real snacks to put in your pantry, another ghost tour around  the harbor, some aloe, a pair of panda boxers, and more kayaking adventures this summer. To Simone Kavarana, a special picture that went on my story, thank you for that. To Ella Lesesne, the title of being the favorite sophomore. To Caroline Hyde, I leave a little pumpkin, colorful chips from Taco Boy, and a playlist of classic rock. 

I, Carly Hall, of wandering mind and uncoordinated body do hereby leave the following. To Grace Fellows, I leave a grande-in-a-venti vanilla iced coffee with a splash of half and half, my world-renowned Spotify playlists, and the entirety of the New England Patriots, may you wear Tom’s jersey with the utmost pride and always remember: 28-3. I love you. To Rachel Walmet, I leave Sunday Morning by Maroon 5, the legacy of our discus career at MPTC (what could have been…), and all the coldest days despite your severe allergies. To Kate Kuisel, I leave the Danny Jones track in all its beautiful glory, the tall, cold water fountain at the North Charleston Recreation Center, and infinite Hooffstetter eye rolls. To the swim team, I leave every one of my skipped laps, all worth it. To the AMHS janitors and students, I leave Locker #93, I hope you enjoy its stale contents. With that, I leave Academic Magnet, thank you for all the memories.

I, Thomas Leviticus McNerney, being of Chris Brown’s mind and  Lil Dickies body, do hereby leave the following. To Josh Cumins, I leave the future of Birdgang and the legacy of slightly above average, not super athletic, and feisty Magnet basketball point guards. To Jacob Shar, I leave slap-boxing and a box of Scooby Snacks. To Will Marshall and Max Windom, I leave Cardi B. Okurr. Also to Max Windom, I leave the Ricky Smiley Morning Show, baby.  To Mr. Grimshaw I leave my limited edition Guitar Hero game. Its out of batteries. To Luke Freudenheim, I leave my heart, Elizabeth Moseley, and these final words: Always ea tas. To Baxter Barrett, I leave the last year of truly understanding “Party at Baxters”. To Lindsay Lankau, I leave Ben Gardner. To Olivia Niesse, I leave Oliver Root and my unwavering love. To Oliver Root, I leave Olivia Niesse and my unwavering love. To Ms. Pinckney, I leave a single temporary ID and the memory of Will Donnellon. To the rest of you and AMHS as a whole, I leave four years of wasted potential and disappointment. I enjoyed every second of it. I hope y’all do too. Good luck and much love Birdcage. Rooster out.

I, Caroline Mitchum, being of indecisive mind and awkward body, do hereby leave the following: To my favorite setter, Julia Spencer, I leave endless wall sets and beautiful hands. To Abby Sutterlin, I leave all the pancakes you can eat and jibbitz a pair of crocs can fit. To Sophie Estoppey and Ashley Bryan, Meg and I leave you the softball twitter and our self appointed titles as spirit captains, make us proud. To Ashley, I also leave cringy car ride jams to the field and the prized position of second base. To Sarah Norman, I leave a broken blender and all the tea you can sip on, drink lots. Malia Borg, I leave you Danny Jones and a green mixing spoon. To Mia Di Paolo, I leave my judgmental looks, I’m sorry about them, but serve them well. To Egg I leave my parking space whenever you may need it. To Libby Jaskwhich I leave the responsibility of creating a dank playlist for volleyball. To all of you, I leave my love and the ability to come visit me.

I, Semaj Fielding, being of bold mind and unique body, do hereby leave the varsity volleyball team to Rion Brown and Sera Cole. To Libby Jaskwhich I leave making volleyball fun and endless practice dances. To Abby Sutterlin I leave the libero skills I wish I had. To Julia Spencer I leave the preposition song, and to you and Rion I leave Clutch. To Anne Claire Purcell I leave falling down mountains and waffle house trips. To Ashley Bryan and Andrea I leave Black Student Alliance, lead it boldly. To Helen Beischel I leave luuj sdop. To Dessie Ann Nietart I leave the coveted right side. Do it justice or I will come find you. To the girl that sang Riptide with her ukelele in the cafeteria bathroom, I leave you my utmost respect and a record deal. Also, Libby, I leave you all my love and the rest of my love and my heart.

I Grace Gehlken, of unique mind and short body, do hereby leave the hysterical laughs of children from Dunston to Stephen Holderness. The bittersweet mix of stress and feeling a sense of accomplishment to the members of the 2018-2019 student council. To Jared Lipton future president of National Spanish Honor Society, I leave a passion for the Spanish Language and Culture. Lastly, to Hampton Gehlken I leave countless car ride concerts, high fives in the hallway, future arguments with Lisa, and a lacrosse ball and a sleeping bag.

I, Grace Tumbleston, being of salty mind and slow body, do hereby leave the following: To Morgan Southworth the position of team mom and a trip to the gas station for coffee. To Janie O’Shea and Morgan I leave long talks with Lindsey and a disregard for study hall. To Stephen Holderness I leave trips to Steak and Shake, 2k sessions, and my pulling skills. To Mia DiPaolo a pair of Michael Kors sunglasses and red sauce noodles. To Anne Claire Purcell a bottle of Nyquil and pregame jam sessions to Look at Me Now. To Annie Riesberg, my broken finger and obviously the softball team. To Sophie Estoppey, I leave the responsibility of crying at everything. To Ashley Bryan and Lilly Ku the bball team. To Ashley Bryan, I leave the task of finding someone to run line drills with you. To Cassie Brisbin I leave carpool conversations and the fact that I take all credit for Brendan. And to all my junior babies (and Mia) an invitation to visit me in college whenever!!!

 If you were able to get to this point with out the blurred vision of your tears, I commend you. Speaking from personal opinion, I can not thank the student body enough for what you all have done for me. Writing my will (Jack Niesse) made me realize just how much I loved this place. I don’t think I would have wanted it any other way. I have loved every single minute of this, even when I was crying begging my parents to let me skip. If you ever think you can’t get through it, you can. One day after you got through it, you will back and say,”WOW I’m going to miss this place”. I think I can say this from the whole class of 2018, THANK YOU. Just know your time will be here quicker than you though, so let loose a little and take it all in because it will be finished in the blink of an eye.