I, Thomas Abraham, being of dull mind and perplexing body do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Atticus Whistler, I leave the dopest of nights and highest quality of H2O and a seat always next to me baby 😉 To Julian Ford, I leave the job of doing dumb shenanigans on the line. To Tucker, I leave a water cooler for you to carry on the bus. To Jack Quinn, I leave a spot on the floor to watch an episode of “To Catch A Predator” and a successful no-look handshake. To Miles Gerrigan, I leave a new pair of pants with a side zipper on the thigh. Big drip, lil homie. To Grace Albertson, I leave my spotify and prime music passwords to make me playlists, as well as an empty yearbook page so you can rant to someone else about how stressful Yearbook is next year. To Dakota Hasty, I leave a pair of gloves to cover up your brass knuckles made by all of your rings when we fistbump as well as my voice saying hi besties to y’all in photography. To Emily, Chandler Grace and Peighton, I leave y’all the magnet spirit within me to continue cheering in the front, middle, and rear and a meal from Panera Bread, even though none of us eat there, we still sit there. And To Sammy, I leave a shared love for Lil Peep and a spot in the back of the locker room to change.
I, Emma Marie Anderson, being of irrationally anxious mind and (literally) overrun body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Caroline Tiller (aka Miss Tilla Vanilla), I leave my captainship of the Cross Country and Track teams, the responsibility of leading the pack for Magnet at XC meets, encouragement to get a drivers license so you don’t have to spend 6 hours at every meet, and all the luck in the world for your future 3200 PRs. To Miss Burton McCulley, I leave my leg of the 4×800, SPF 15 sunscreen (tan but don’t burn), many more group therapy sessions, apologies for my reckless driving, lack of sense of direction, and lamentations about never wanting to run en route to meets, my position as the only team member who lives on the islands, and my complete permission to keep everyone on the team in line next year. To Ella Moore, I leave my responsibility of keeping everyone calm and positive before races, my support for swim team membership, and my shins (they’re a little less fractured than yours). To Brinley Clendaniel, I leave many of your favorite track speed days, more buddy runs with Ella, and my full confidence in your new PRs for next XC season. To Kate Waldorf, I leave my role as team mom, the responsibility of chauffeuring Burton, and the responsibility of organizing Secret Sister and sending the numerous emails that go along with that (and the extra one to Burton each week to remind her). To Leddy Scheurer, I leave my appreciation for your “funky” vocabulary and hopes for an amazing senior year with tons of PRs, especially in the 3200. To Anna Hollister, I leave reference to Mr. Bill Browning’s hit song, “Don’t Push Don’t Shove,” and hopes for more PR. To McKenna Ronchetto, I leave many speed workouts, success in the 800, and my best wishes for AP Stats for your senior year. Finally, I leave whatever I have left to the AMHS Girls Cross Country and Track teams as a whole, as well as my best wishes for the seasons to come.
Niko Apostolou, being of chill mind and tan body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Jake Meyers, I leave you an empty stomach and plenty of gummies for the whole crew. Be careful kid. To Evan Nash, I leave you Schnell’s property, what a night that was. To Pope Kennedy, I leave you the perfect balance of shlump vibes and energetic vibes, you’re going to need it. Win a state championship for me man. To JB O’Neal, aka Jota B, I leave you the word “geek”, and josie, of course. To Jacob Burke, I leave you the right wing position, do me proud. To Christian Streck, I leave you Rule #2 at our Bible study, don’t forget it ever again, I mean it. And finally, to Daman Wegner, I leave you the keys to the Nest and the way onto the roof, do what you please with this information. Also I leave you @amhsmensoccer instagram page, good luck next year tall guy. To the rest of Magnet, stop stressin about school and enjoy it while it lasts, goes by a lot quicker than you think.
I, Macon Bauknight, being of hyperactive mind and energized body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To John O’Neil, I leave you with a (hopefully) stress-free senior year and a supply of memes. To Hammond Unger, Clay Hershey, and the rest of the AMHS Sailing Team, I leave you with my endless cheering for you guys at regattas and a supply of water bottles and snacks. To Asher Wallen, I leave you with the best of luck with AP Physics C: E&M next year. To all of the teachers that I’ve had over the past four years, I leave you with my eternal thanks for making my time at AMHS special. Lastly, to Walker Bauknight, I leave you my parking spot, my notes, and my hopes that you’ll do great things in the future. Thank you to each and every one of you who I got the chance to meet along the way, and I wish you all the best in the future.
I, Lily Bluestein, being of Timothée Chalamet-obsessed mind and uncoordinated body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Aria McDonald, I leave the Mental Health and Wellness Club – I know you’ll keep the good vibes going. To Dr. Altman, my eternal thanks for the loving chaos that ensues each class. To Mrs. Benton, a million gold star stickers. To Sra. Colón, my Boston University sweatshirt and Cards Against Humanity (de nada).
I, Collin Brientnall, being of absent mind and jittery body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Indigo Steedley and Camille Molten, I leave car rides on Sullivans during beach days and run-ins downtown. To Oliver Abar, I leave my french notes, if you could please go over them and fix my mistakes for me that would be great. To Taryn Crowley, I leave the responsibility of coming in late everyday, someone has to keep Ms. Dover company, tell her I sent you. To JB O’Neill, I leave you Josie Massenet, will forever be geek. To Nayna Ayaz, I leave endless texts asking for homework during quarantine, my GPA and I thank you. Finally, to Ms. Pinckney, I leave a gift card to the salon for any grey hairs I may have caused.
I, Kaila Brown, of Kylie Jenner mind and Albert Einstein body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following: To my mentees Noa Wallen, Wilson Swenson, Abigail Youmans, Jasmine Zheng, Jacob Crosby and Lucas Browder, I leave a bright future and a full, fun and balanced four years of Academic Magnet High School. To Taryn Crowley, I leave A’s in all future endeavors in your math classes, the entire Fleetwood Mac discography and all of my bellbottoms. To Lilly Praete, I leave all of my favorite fancams and twitter jokes. To Maggie Garrigan, I leave all my favorite 70’s bands, my favorite pair of cat-eye sunglasses and all the troubles of having a Scorpio moon. To Grace Albertson, I leave Frank Ocean’s Blond, my mental instability and my obsession with milfs. To Mikheal Douglass, I leave every color hair dye and 6th street on Folly Beach (surf’s up). To Sydney Heller, I leave my complete inability to read and write in spanish as well as my favorite smoothie from the Main Squeeze. Finally, to Madeline Vitalis I leave my heart, late night trips to Sonic on a school night, my boy-crazy mind, my inability to drive, my wish to be the moon and my hopes that you be lucky enough to meet a junior who looks and acts just like you and means the world to you. To all future magnet students, I leave you with a wonderful four years with friends and teachers who teach you to grow, learn and love in life. Peace
I, Haley Bryan, being of tired mind and over-caffeinated body, do hereby leave the following: to Maggie Garrigan and Reese Laird, I leave the softball team, may she treat you well. Also to Maggie, I leave a Spicy Dog, a shotgun seat that is earned, and the ability to always and forever avoid any Pieces you may encounter. To Maddie Vitalis, I leave the valued ability to always talk about astrology and that one class we have together at any time. To Macey Bearden I leave as many random hockey conversations as possible. To Ella Chapman and Sadie Bolin I leave sarcasm, the beautifully landscaped outfield, and socks when you need them. To Elaina Seymour I leave the mound, calling off everyone on all infield flys, and the ability to rip one over the fence, do it again next season. To Izzy Bogstad I leave big feet. To Embre Slack I leave the position of third base, enjoy the hot corner and all of the joy that it brings. Finally, to Aislynn Phill I leave shortstop and all of the Tiger Balm in the world, may you never need it.
I, Conolly Burgess, being of unparalleled mind and humble body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Daman Wegner, I leave the Nest hype and all its glory. To Noah Hinson, I leave the Call of Duty maps and crusty tennis rackets. To Jacob Burke, I leave Kris Kenney and Bucky Jones, may they treat you well. To Hadley Shaw I leave the ability to make varsity with a single header. To Jake Myers and Jack Hill, I leave a water bottle. To Pope Kennedy, I leave a pool chair and a 9:00 pm bedtime. To JB O’Neal, I leave snapping an 8 game shutout streak to a chip from midfield. To Caley Jacobs, I leave the #4. To Harman Pelia, I leave getting smacked in Rocket League Duos and bibimbap. To Kristen McLeod, I leave your hot girl summer and the inability to do physics. To Bread Tabler, I leave the ability to go into the senior lounge and try-harding every. single. assignment. To Asher Wallen, I leave the ability to procrastinate everything and still get 100s. To McKenna Ronchetto, I leave a complete lack of knowledge on United States geography. To Kevin Fan, I leave the responsibility of beating my Civics Exam record. To Connor Sawall, I leave the spirit of West Cashley, thermodynamics, and flag football. To Mr. Garris, I leave being the best teacher I have ever had and the ability to draw the best map of the United States from memory. To Señora Colon, I leave the knowledge that the Coquí does, in fact, get angry. To Mr. Cosgrove, I leave Highwater concert tickets and senior lounge chess games. To Ms. Orr, I leave the responsibility of passing on my octagonal scheme and the defenestration of my Euro textbook. To Kaylin Morris, I leave the ability to turn the volume over 20, parallel parking downtown, a candlewick trimmer, accidental car meets, peach cider, Chick-Fil-A breakfasts, family dinners, spanish tutoring, puzzles,10:30 alarms, 5 minute Polo G concerts,Your Lie in April, and the holiday Lego Star Wars special. I also leave a lifetime supply of watermelon gum and brownies (but not the corners). Finally, to all of Academic Magnet, I leave the continuation of the magnet legacy and the best student section in South Carolina.
I, Sophia Claire Butcher, of something mind and something body, do hereby leave stuff to some people. To Bryce Getsinger, you get to be President of eSports/ Video Game Club/ AMHS Gaming (whatever you want to call it)! And to M Dillard and Smoliver, you two are going to be the Vice Presidents!! And, to Tina Liu, I give you AMHS Cat Club!!! I hope that it will be a lot of fun running the club! To Leo Sparacino, maybe there’s something for you under there? Haha got em. Seriously though, thank you for all of your jokes and for being a good friend. To Deena Warid, I leave the request for you to keep making math jokes. They are funny. To Lani Kynard, please keep being you. Hopefully there will be a good animal crossing update soon. Good luck for two more years at magnet! To my rising senior friends, good luck for your last year at magnet! Oh, and I don’t know what has happened to my throne (passed down to me by Daniel) since I’ve been at home, but I am technically passing it down to M. If it’s still there.
“To April Johnson and Mebron Cayabyab… look in Serenity’s will.”
I, Emily Campbell, of happy mind and healthy body do hereby bestow my parking spot upon Nate Heineck under the condition that he learns how to drive.
I, Maisie Cochran, being of unstable mind and exhausted body do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Bailey Phelan, i leave a couch in my dorm room, a bag of stolen dum dums, an awkward hug, parking spot #73, time management lessons, and my love for carl gallagher. To Shannon Phelan, I give the ability to wake up on time so Bailey won’t be late to school every day. To Stack man, I leave the responsibility of Bailey Phelan (please take good care of her for me she’ll need it). To Leila Tabrezian, my beautiful child, I leave a crown for future best dressed and an endless supply of compliments. To Daman Wegner, I leave one last fist bump and a soul. Finally to Katherine Nguyen, I leave the most evil and blunt part of my heart to roast anyone and everyone at will. Use your power wisely. Anyways, sorry y’all have to stay here.
I, Owen Conley, being of geek mind, do hereby leave the future of the basketball team to William Hyatt, Jake Freudenheim, McClain Stoklosa, and Gray Willits. Furthermore, to William Hyatt, I leave #4 on the basketball team and the ability to dunk. To Jake Freudenheim I leave a game day Chick-Fil-A sandwich and getting low on your jumpshot. To Cole Wilson I leave the prime vandal skin and the birdie from the Daniel Island Club. To Pedro Araujo I leave porch seshes and the song 99 and our Terraria world. To Augie Hale I leave a round of golf at the Snee Farm Country Club and a profile pic folder. To Baze Duckworth I leave better coordination and an even-par round of golf. To both Baze Duckworth and Pierson Tobin I leave a Moe’s burrito. To Walker Bauknight I leave a protein shake. To Chase Roberts and Ransome Hudson I leave a completed AP stats homework and a three crown in Clash Royale. To William Russler I leave a ride to school with no traffic on the cross-town. To the underclassmen I know that aren’t listed, thank you for making my time at Magnet even better and I hope I had a positive impact on yours too.
I, Anna Cook, being of petty mind and soon to be tan body do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Izzy Custer I leave the ultimate Senior year that you deserve. Susannah and I are both gone, so you are the last one left. Tell the ducks goodbye for me:/ I expect many visits to Susannah and I at Clemson. To Kate Waldorf I leave my undying love and my blessing for your presidency. May you attempt for an injured free senior year. To Anne Young and Lucy Manuel I leave y’all my respect. Your refusal to give up on basketball or get mad is honestly amazing. Regan I know you were waiting for this one. You asked and I delivered. To Regan Brown I leave the beach picnic that never happened, a reserved spot in my playroom, and all my drama. You may also have a spot in my dorm room I suppose:) May you use it well. To Emma Helen and Anna Benson I leave all the enthusiasm in the world. Maybe show up to Bible Study sometime. Tell Nick I miss him. To Sophia Fetten I leave a huge hug and a united senior class next year. May the three of y’all stay close always. To Lee Bearsch I leave my left handed reign. May you take over as Coach Kamp’s favorite leftie. To Annie CagleI leave your happiness. All the time. May you never turn into an angry and bitter senior. To Lily Praete I leave all of my bitterness that Regan couldn’t handle. May you use it to tell Coach Kamp he will FOREVER be our favorite. I leave amazing music and new hair colors every 4 months. Most importantly, I leave the 4 dollars we didn’t donate for lacrosse gifts. Oops. Hoping Karma doesn’t strike us for that one. To Phoebe Covode I leave the spot of the nicest one on the lacrosse team. You are truly an angel. Keep Regan in check. To future raptors: I leave you normal football games in the BirdCage. May you never take them for granted. To the French 5 kids next year mixed in with AP french I leave you luck. You’re gonna need it. And lastly to Dr. Altman, I leave all the love from Eliza, Evie, and me in French last block. May our ghosts ever haunt your 4B. I leave you a free Cobb salad from Five Loaves, an organized Trello board, all the cat toys in the world, and the colored markers you never bought me. Thanks for being there for me. May you never turn into a rhinoceros. You are truly one of a kind. Anddd with that, I’m ready to be a Clemson Tiger. xoxo Anna Cook
I, Kristen Cooper, being of addled mind and spent heart do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Lawton Harper and Gabriel Medlin, I leave my legacy of crashing boats. Try not to hit the channel marker. To Millie Curtis, I bequeath a year of silent car rides. You will be cursed to drive underclassmen and torture them with music of your choice. To Zane Hull, I leave an endless amount of strawberries; may you always give one to a freshman in need. Finally, to any Republicans left at Magnet – good luck, you’re gonna need it.
I, Prue Criscuolo, being of inquisitive mind and sunburnt body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Randy Reed and Miley Phillips, I leave you the sprint gang. Take good care of them. I leave you with the hope that next season is even better and you can practice at a real track. I leave you with the spirit circle as well. To Randy Reed, I also leave you a new pair of running sneakers. To Austin Gallman, I leave you your track pants. Again, I am so sorry. I also leave you a tan. To both DJ Ravenell and Austin Gallman, I leave you the power to keep Randy and Miley in check and to come up with some easier workouts. To Dennise Legare and Miley Phillips, you guys get the 4×100 team, you will do amazing, and whomever joins you guys to fill those two spots will too. I am going to miss being your anchor so much. Please use the dark green baton in Sydney and I’s memory. I also leave you with the ability to beat our best time and beat Bishop England as well. To all my sprinters, I leave you fast 100m times and the ability to pass the baton without messing up the handoff. I leave you my gratitude for an amazing four years and even more fun times. I will miss you all. To Courtney Hall, I give you the power to trust yourself- don’t let school get the better of you and be yourself <3 I also leave you with memories of our car rides and a killer 2000’s playlist. I leave you interesting family vacations (but please don’t forget Logan and I we want to go on vacation too) and road trips to Ikea. I also leave you a GF coffee from Muddy if they ever start making them and if you ever start drinking them. To Deena Ward, I leave you with my awe of your math jokes. They are amazing. Please keep making them. To Burton McCulley, Brinley Clendaniel, and Ella Moore, I leave you the pushup workout. 20 reg, 20 wide, 10 offset left side, 10 offset right side, 20 reg, 15 diamond, 20 bicep, 20 reg. Do with it what you like :). To whoever gets parking spot #75, I will leave you the paint to paint something amazing on it. make sure it looks good. To Xander d’Arcy I leave you some spikes and a promise to fight whoever made your pair with some missing. To whoever gets track bag #6, I leave you half eaten bags of chips and a pack of gum for your race. I also leave you a muddy cross country meet, a cold track meet, and a portable charger for the bus. You’ll need it. To Hooffstetter, I leave you my undying love. I leave you my gratitude for making me feel loved, my gratitude for track and XC, my gratitude for all our chats about everything and anything, my gratitude for your support. I leave you with a new generation of runners since everyone is leaving this year, I hope they love you as much as I do.
I, Cameron Dawson, of lit mind and awesome body announce the following to be left in my senior will. To Vishwa Veeraswamy I leave the greatest intangibles and the back seat of Hank’s car. To Sean Khamnei I leave you the responsibility of leading the raptor cheer before matches next year. To William Hyatt I leave the duties of the ultimate heartbreaker. To Chase Roberts and Walker Bauknight I leave the role of being the clutchest individuals of eternity. To Cameron Thelan I leave sole possession of the name Cameron. Finally to Francis Drake I leave showing up to practice late.
I, Christina Dolan, being of jelly mind and peanut butter body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Taryn Crowley, I leave the Talon and all of the rights, privileges, and responsibilities that come with it. To Annie Cagle, I leave the most annoyingly competitive spirit I’ve ever seen. To Lily Praete, I leave comedic relief, and Chandler Grace’s speaker during lacrosse practices, do me proud. To Regan and Phoebe, I leave Lily. Just look after her just in case that final screw goes loose. To Sophia LoCasio, I leave the #11. I know I already gave it to you but just in case anyone tries to take it now it’s in writing. To Ashley Windham, I leave Oliver Abar, please see McCabe Templeton’s will for further details. To the entire lacrosse team, I leave hope that you will have one coach most importantly the same coach all season next year. To JB O’Neal, I leave Sean and Ethan O’Neal. Please take care of them and get Sean a haircut. I’ve probably forgotten many things so if you think I left it to you I definitely did. I don’t want any of it anymore. Continue to pass it on and think of me when you do.
I, Landon Ethredge, being of loquacious mind and weary body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Lucas Browder, Tate Brown, James King, Jack Quinn, Lucas Reed, and Landen Stowe, I leave my AP Research grade and a big box of paper face masks. Sorry for making y’all run so much for only one $5 gift card. To Mary Compton, Betsy Bailey, Lukey Sutherland, and Campbell Lesher, I leave my marked up affidavit and the fact that the average height of a 12-year-old is 4′ 9 1/2”. Please return next year with the memory of Wade Stark as motivation. To Connor Sawall, I leave all of my biology knowledge. To the next Senior Class VP, I leave confusion about what your job entails and the hope that you will be able to do more next year. However, another double-decker wall is not a bad idea. Finally, to Jackson Ethredge, I leave my car Gretchen, after-school lectures about walking faster to the car, and my good reputation with teachers. Don’t ruin it.
I, Lily Feingold, being of hyperactive mind and caffeinated body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Caroline Tiller, I leave my best Spotify playlist, car-ride chats, and the Death Loop – I’m sure you’ll enjoy it more than I did. To Anna Hollister, I leave my remaining brain cells, a pre-race cliff bar, my DJ skills, and my “love” for driving. To Brinley Clendaniel, I leave Ella Moore and to Ella Moore, I leave Brinley Clendaniel. To McKenna Ronchetto, I leave my thoughts during runs. To Maryn Tombs, I leave the carpool, a box of cheez-its, parking spot 154, the most inconvenient spot in the whole lot, and the will to convince Anna to swim. To Burton McCulley, I leave my sense of humor, my watch tan, and the ability to make new friends on the start line haha. To Mia Matthews, Phoebe Covode, Sarah Burnette, Lauren Nadeau, Lilly Claypoole, and Genevieve Geils, I leave the AMHS girl’s swim team and some good luck 🙂 To Francis Drake, I leave getting to school unreasonably early for AP exams, my anger issues with kami, and the hope that you will forget all of my bad physics conversions. To Anne Young and Lucy Manuel, I leave you Key Club. Hopefully, you’re better at it than Ruth and I were… And finally, to all of magnet, I leave you bathroom stalls that never close, the hot mess that is the parking lot, and 4 wonderful years with the best teachers I’ve ever had.
I, Aidan Flinton, being of anxious mind and feeble body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Cole Wilson, I leave something to mald about, this could be anything so I’m sure you can find it. To Augie Hale, I leave all of my remaining melatonin and diamond rewards, you’ll hit champ one day. To Asher Wallen, the world is yours for the taking so there’s not much I can leave you. To Braedin Tabler, I leave even more Trident classes, have fun with these on top of the dozen you’re already taking. To Señora Colon, I leave my disappointingly dull eyes and hair. To Mr. Phillips, I leave an interview on my behalf.
I, Pilar Florez, being of stupendous mind and proportionate body do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following: To Ava Maile, I leave rides to school free of traffic, and the cacti by our parking spot. To Bryce Getsinger and Grant Goldsmith I leave the wonderful frisbee team, and lots of layouts. To Anna Leigh Tangemen I leave what is left of my patience. God knows you’re gonna need it. To Jason, Liana, Noah, Noa, Lucy, Ava, Jasmine, Abby, and all the other rookies I had the pleasure of playing with this year I leave three more amazing years of frisbee. To Mrs. Yackey I leave my love/hate relationship with math and all of the love and respect I could possibly give. To Mr. Garris I leave the dumb drawings I did on my tests, and the energy to keep hand drawing the maps for class. To Mrs. Aydlette I leave my automata box from freshman year. Take good care of him.
I, Andrew Forsyth, of expired mind and exhausted body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Brett Cox, I leave the responsibility to find a freshman to fulfill the play of ‘night night Joshy’. To William Hyatt, a 6 month supply of protein powder and the movie Rocky IV. May you find some gains this summer. To Charlie Kuyper, a DVD set of Remember the Titans. May you live up to the name sunshine. To Sammy Cooper, I leave my claim to the Gucci Cash Money Gang. May you do what I never could and make it to three meetings before the club gets shut down. To Ransome Hudson, I leave a new leg. To Connor Sawall, I leave a season of NFL season ticket. May you actually get some good takes instead of the trash takes you have now. To Joshua Moore, I leave a pair of shooting sleeves and a No Crusin’™. May you take your match to stick city and win states. To John O’Neill and Julian Ford, I leave my ownership of the offensive line. To Jacob Daniel and Charlie Habakus, I leave a license to make toast. Finally, to McClain Stoklosa I leave the world.
I, Adam Frye, of spacey mind and hyperactive body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Cameron Thelan, I leave captainship of the team and the responsibility of protecting the rest of them from Coach Rob. To Vishwa Veeraswamy, I leave first base. To Jason Ward and Lucas Reed, I leave shuttling kids 40 minutes back home after practice. Also to Lucas Reed, I leave the title of best Freshman. To Pierson Tobin, I leave one more rep and all of my limited guitar skills. To Sammy Cooper, I leave Pierson Tobin, please take care of him. To Beatty Cummings, I leave the ten dollars you owe me. Finally, to Thomas Martin, I leave the responsibility of messing with Beatty.
I, Serenity Gainey, being of exhausted mind and drumming body do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To April Johnson and Mebron Cayabyab, look in Liana’s will for what we left you. <3
I, Connor Gale, of unwilling mind and late body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave to the following. To John O’Neill, I leave the task of harassing the freshmen football players. To Jacob Daniel, I leave the role of locker room instigator, especially to Coach Kamp. To Connor Sawall, I leave T-Shirts that are not affiliated with any sports team. And I leave Sammy Cooper with the responsibility of maintaining the anti-BE mindset throughout Magnet.
I, Jeremy Garza, have had the pleasure of spending the past four years here at Magnet, but now it is my time to move on. Before I leave, however, there are several people I would like to leave a gift in remembrance of myself and the memories we’ve shared with one another. Firstly, I will bestow upon Wilson Burns the gift of music, so that you may listen to your favorite song “Look at me” by XXXtentacion to your heart’s content. To Kyle Thor, I leave the gift of being good at swimming, for I know you’ve really struggled on the team so I figured you could use the most help you could get. And to Connor Junevicus, I would leave the gift of being good at swimming also, but you’ve mastered all the strokes and have learned how to switch mid-race as well, something I never could have accomplished. To both Jacob Minor and Leo Li, I give the gift of knowledge, for I know it will do you both well. Next, I bestow upon Andrew Nichols, or more commonly referred to as Lil Nips, the gift of immortality, so that you may never again almost die hitching a ride on the back of a truck on your bicycle going 30 mph. Next, I would bestow upon Caleb Anderson, the gift of love, but we already know you one suave-azz dude. To Caleb, I will instead leave the rights and deed to Coach Cooney, for he may now do your limitless bidding. Also, to Caleb, along with Andrew Nichols, I leave in your hands the swim team for your last few years. I know you will attend practice regularly and try really hard for the whole season, and like take it really seriously too. Finally, I leave Tommy Rice the ability to drive, since you won’t have me to take you anymore. Also, I leave Tommy the gift of being good at Rocket League, I believe you have finally earned it after trying so desperately to compete with me for the past few years. Thank you all for making my time at Magnet a little stupider, and I trust you will all use your gifts with care. Until we see each other again, I wish all of you the best of luck.
I, Christian Geils, being of mind and body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Carter Limbert, I leave my personal best 5k time. You can have it, but I’m keeping the mile. Also, I leave the right to conduct the annual ritual of Gordon. To Mark Owens, I leave my superb leadership abilities which consist of doing what I was going to do anyway and yelling loudly to get people to do stretches. To Garret Griffin I leave the knowledge that there is indeed a difference between a lake and an ocean. To Pedro Araujo I leave my old cross country spikes. Not to discourage you or anything, but I ran some of my worst races in those things, so hopefully you’ll have better luck. To Marshall Fleming I leave my old training team name so that your sequel team may continue our legacy. To Cal Monnier I leave the ability to drink 2-3 gallons of water daily which I was not lying about. Also my calf veins. To Griffin Stiegman I leave the horror that is AP Spanish, which it seems you will have to take. To Warren Cohn I leave one foot of my height. You’ll need it more than me buddy.
I, Sean Healy, being of fried mind and hallucinated body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Joshua Moore, I leave a shirt with sleeves to cover your tiny arms. To Caleb Anderson and Andrew Nicholas, I leave you the spot of Coach Cooney’s most hated along with a 24 pack of Bang Energy drinks. To Kyle Thor, I leave the spot as the swim team uber, along with an enormous gas bill. To Skylar Weiss, I leave being the parent of Kyle Thor and Connor Junevicus. To Bowen Enright and Hunter Sutcliffe, I leave being Josh’s parent, along with a stick to hit Josh with when he won’t stop talking. And to Chase Dillion and Gannon Rose, I leave the spot of being Josh’s personal punching bags along with ear plugs in order to tune out Josh’s terrible sense of humor.
I, Alexander Hernandez, being of deranged mind and buttery body, hereby leave my senior will. To Chase Dillon and Gannon Rose, I leave all wrestling mat cleaning responsibilities and the will to win. To Caleb Anderson, I leave all the Bangs one could drink before cardiac arrest. To Connor Junevicus, I leave a beautiful butterfly and my short-term memory. To Andrew Nichols, I leave some weights and chest hair for the adorable little boy you are. To Kyle Hertwig, I grant you the title of swim team mascot in hopes that you win a state championship. To Leo Li and Jacob Miner, I leave 3 of my brain cells, our memories of Ruiz, and all the hilariously stupid things y’all would do that amused me and Sean. To Wilson Burns, I leave Cooney’s Speedo, use it well. To Harrison and Hadley Shaw, I leave a shrink ray so that one day I may be taller than both of you. To Josh Moore, I leave that one single-leg takedown you got on me and all the ankle-picks in the world. To Bowen Enright, I leave the AMHS Wrestling team and the responsibility of supervising Josh. To Hunter Sutcliffe, I also leave the AMHS Wrestling team and one speech from Teddy Roosevelt. To Gabriel Medlin, I leave all those horrible practices with Coach B, sorry. To Blake Boyd, I leave my running shoes so you can pick up the pace. To Daman Wenger, I leave the AMHS Varsity Soccer team and the trust and leadership that comes with being captain. To Evan Nash, I leave a large magnet for the coolest party trick ever. To Jacob Burke, I leave a hairbrush and the hopes that you cut that massive hair. To Noah Hinson, I grant you the title of “team communicator” and the hope that Hamil gives you playing time next year. To Jack Hill, I leave some scissors so that you and Jacob can cut that hair together. To Pope Kennedy, I leave a reclining chair and no spots on the bench. To Jake Myers, I leave all those boring psychology lectures and grant you the title of “The Great Wall of China” as inherited by the legendary J. Ye. To JB O’Neal, I leave a perfect free kick from Nick DeFazzio and the smooth talking skills of a Don Juan. To Christan Streck, I leave “the ultimate setup” and eternal anxiety of your ability to drive. To all the JV Soccer pull-ups, I leave all my ridiculous hopes and comments that Hamil would put us in the game. To Dr. Cassidy, I leave my passion for mischief and horrible calculus skills. To Señora Colón, I leave my love for your amazing class and promise that I will continue to speak Spanish. To Mr. McCormick, I leave all the shenanigans Rey and I would get up to and a small dose of Nutrafol Men’s Hair Growth pills in hopes that you may someday grow a mullet. To Ms. Renes, I thank you for your patience for my habitual snoozing and chaotic energy of 2B Research. To Ms. Spencer, I leave my excitement for your announcements and the greatest of prosperity in your retirement from the AMHS. To Ms. Pinkney, I leave my “inmates” costume junior year, a thank you for putting up with the Class of 2021, and a deep appreciation for your unrivaled wisdom. To all the students of the Academic Magnet, I leave countless hours of homework, a minimum of ten mental breakdowns over your 4 years, lasting friendships, and a sense of accomplishment and preparedness for college you will feel in the closure of your senior year, trust me I know.
I, Marshall Hodges, who fully understands with the infinite web of the geek, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following, to McRae Wallace I leave Moe’s salsa for always being there to stack it, to William Hyatt, Marshall Fleming, Carter Limbert, and Mark Owens, I leave “Gordon lives Forever, to Garrett Griffin, I leave my undivided love and affection, to Vishwa Veeraswamy and Brett Cox I leave Gold’s Gym, to Ms. Novinger I leave an odd framed crumpled up note, and to Gabriel Medlin, I leave the title, “Roboto” and a fresh start in a new Spanish class.
I, Liana Horner, being of senioritis-afflicted mind and tired body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Lexi LeGendre, Grace Albertson, Marianna Folz, Lani Kynard, Maddie Vitalis, Kira Hamrick, and La’Portia Scott, I leave a fun and less chaotic year of being on the yearbook staff. I hope people respond to your Google Forms and that the Jostens software magically becomes easier to use! Also to Lexi LeGendre, I leave an amazing senior year, all the pink that you could ever want, and the knowledge that you have my phone number and can text me anytime. To April Johnson and Mebron Cayabyab, check Elias’s will…
I, Sydney Isaacks, being of ranch and corgi loving mind and midget body hereby announce my senior will and leave the following:
To Mr McCormick and Mr Jent, I leave a late pass. William Hyatt, I leave the Jeep legacy, an Ohio State sticker and new windshield, and permission to eat. To John O’Neill, I leave a spoonful of ranch, Rihanna, and endless random quotes. To Cal Monnier, I leave a puppy. I hope it looks like you! To Caley Jacobs, I leave the title of queen ranch lover and a nice comfortable floor nap. To Indigo Steedley and Camille Molten, I leave an open spot in my dorm room always. To Kate Walldorf and Kinsey Hallaba, I leave Chick Fil A (and ranch) and my endless love. To Grace Ray and Genevieve Geils, I leave permission to drive to Danny Jones next year and lots of tea. To Miley Phillips, Randy Reed, DJ Ravanell, and Austin Gallman, I leave joint captainship of the track and field sprinting team. Make sure they keep running through the sprinklers and the spirit circle stays alive. To Tee Anderson, I leave new flip flops. To Rebecca Marhefka, I leave anger management and my confidence. To Mccrae Wallace, I leave Vishwa and a hug. To Vishwa Veeraswamy, I leave Mccrae. Take care of him. To Robin Adams, I leave a correct La Hacienda quesadilla. To Abby Haro, I leave Nate and Wilson. To anyone else not mentioned that knows me, I love you all so very much. Peace out Magnet and HAGS!!!! <<33
I, Tate Jennings, of cluttered mind and sore body, hereby announce my senior will and give the following. To Sadie Hoertdoerfer, I leave parking spot 144 and a large iced americano. To Mikhael Douglass, I leave the AMHS climbing club and a Moe’s burrito (with beans). To Jake Myers, I leave a maple leaf necklace and 7 2-inch binders. To Grace Albertson, I leave the jostens color booklet and an eternal headache from staring at yearbook avenue for too long, and to Marianna Folz, I leave AMHS camera #2. And finally, to James Prutting, I leave the JICP climbing team (take care of it!).
I, Whitney Knotts, being of omniscient mind and sly body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Sophia Locascio, I leave the right to look tall, blonde, and intimidating at lacrosse games. To Louisa Mulvey and Holly Manning, I leave pigtails for gameday. To Claudia Rose Perkis, I leave a UNC acceptance. To Robin Adams, I leave many x’s and o’s. To Leddy Scheurer, I leave walking during long runs. To Catherine Grace Gahgen, I leave not being musty. To Anna Skinner, I leave many Celcius. To Grace Albertson and Dakota Hasty, I leave the senior lounge. To Lulu Grubb, I leave aggressive defense. To Mr. Garris, I leave a history simulation. To Izzy Custer, I leave JoJo Siwa (just in general). And finally, to Anna Smoak, Campbell Lesher, Noa Wallen, Asher Wallen, Mary Compton, Jordan Burrel, and Wilson Swinson I leave Moira and Sean Won.
I, Jennifer Lee, being of shriveled mind and anxiety-ridden body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To my brother, Michael Lee, I leave the mental capacity to deal with our parents and the pressures of going to Magnet. Additionally, I would like to provide you with the gift of socialization and waking up before 8:29 on school days. May you exceed in everything your brilliant mind puts you to. To Lucy Manuel and Anne Young, I leave the position of Co-Captains to you all. May you lead the team with exhaustingly long bus rides and the will to deal with snotty private school tennis players. To Maria Cembalyuk, I leave you with all of my violin resources and college application suffering and advice. To Aditi Das, I give to you the ability to control your anxiety and not freak out every two seconds and the ability to believe in yourself. Everything is going to be fine, I promise. To Kevin Fan, Meriem Bazine, and Asher Wallen I leave you the Science Olympiad team. To the entire Science Olympiad team and Ms. Roop, I leave you with winning first place in State and destroying everyone at Nationals along with a handy set of notes on Orthithology. To Angela Mei, I leave you with the fossil bible and the load of wonderful APs just waiting to be on your schedule. To Ms. Grayson, I leave you all of the tea to spill and to Ms. Novinger, my annoying voice and immature soul. To Mr. Garris, thank you for always believing in me and encouraging me to choose Wellesley over a full-ride to Clemson. I leave you with hour-long discussions on Turandot and German opera and arguments on whether a mango is green or orange (the answer is orange). To all Magnet students, as someone who has seen the other side of things, college admissions is not everything.
I, Simon Li, being of absent mind and even-more-absent body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Alan Zhang and Kevin Fan, I leave two coupons for a free driving class and my hopes and prayers for your insurance rates. To Irene Liu, I leave my electric guitar… oh wait, too late for that. To Miley Phillips and Gracie Mochizuki, I leave the heart of my good friend, Rey Ortiz Bautista. To Jake Myers, I leave the eternal gratitude of both myself and Sean for your contributions to our understanding of the French language. To Emma Helen Inman, I leave a cold, crisp pack of Sprite and a delicious bûche de Noël. To Kofi Ayuki, I leave the responsibility of taking care of my brother when he enters the halls of AMHS next year. To Mr. Garris, I leave the knowledge that, of my 13 years of schooling, your approach to education has been by far the most memorable, influential, and vibrant; I also leave my hopes that you will continue to impact generations of students as you have impacted me. Finally, to AMHS, I leave my small blemish on your college enrollment rate.
I, Ruth Liu, being of overfilled mind and overtired body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Leila Tabrizian I leave your amazing hair. To Laura Dailey I leave lots of walks to school and swim meets, please make sure your class dresses up for spirit week 🙂 To Sophia Leite, an apology for getting us stuck in the rain that one morning lol. To Irene Liu, I leave my last name and people constantly thinking you’re related to someone. To Maddie Vitalis I leave all the pre-cal and physics knowledge ever, and my ability to promptly forget it all the day after the test. To the girls soccer team, I leave all my love and a permanent invitation to visit me in college, I’ll miss you guys so so much and I hope you have a great season next year! To Gracie Mochizuki I leave the entire Spanish language, hours and hours of solitaire in a certain class, and an announcer who pronounces your name right. To Anna Benson I leave Chick-fil-a, and to you and Nola Webb I leave an amazing senior year and an apology for mixing you guys up as freshmen. To Chloe Wren I leave all the speed I possess. To Kristen Mcleod I leave the permanent title of sexy sophomore. To Emma Morrison and Maya Thompson, I leave each other and the responsibility of keeping practice fun. To Sadie Hoertdoerfer and Charlie Zaifert, I leave your really cool last names, a normal year of Magnet soccer, and not having to carry the ball bags next year. To Kate Walldorf, I leave your beautiful personality and both my ACLs. Thank you for your constant positivity I love you lots. To Mary Archambault, Sophie McLean, Mary Compton, Caley Jacobs, Kaylin Morris, and Bryanna Oliver-Reed, I leave the best senior year and soccer season ever to exist. To Lucy ManuelI leave lots of love, a great senior year, Tyson McCormick, and a lot of respect for how many sports you’re good at. To Anne Young and Lucy Manuel, I leave each other and Key Club (and the strength to get through it). To Lilly Praete I leave Ben Barnes, Rachel’s pom poms that we never returned, and that pair of socks from kickball. To Chase Roberts I leave an amphibian. I leave Caroline Hill to both of y’all, keep an eye on her next year she needs it. To Paisley Hodges I leave the remainder of my sanity to get you through junior year, many walks to school and mornings with Zeke, my 9 pm bedtime to use at your discretion, an iced matcha latte, your mom, free tuition for musical theater at University of Michigan, and I request a free ticket to your first Broadway performance. To whoever I missed, I leave an apology, and whatever you think I should have left you because I probably meant to and forgot. Finally, to all Magnet students I leave all the positivity and motivation I have left, use it wisely.
I, JoJo Lonyo, being of eager mind and able body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Sophia Leclerc and Nick Lawson, I leave the title of the coolest Magnet kids on Pepperwood Court; I have no doubt in my mind that you will do it justice. To Maggie Garrigan and Reese Laird, I leave the softball team and all of my love, I will miss you dearly. To Maddie Vitalis, I leave all of the hair ties that I owe you from the past two years (approximately 100 million). To Macey Bearden, I leave the honorable task of making sure Maggie doesn’t kill the freshmen… godspeed. To Ella Chapman and Sadie Bowlin, I leave the title of spirit captains and the duty of making the freshmen to do the “raptor call”. To Aislynn Pihil, I leave a happy and injury-free season. To Elaina Seymour, I leave my knees, as they have officially lost functionality after catching for you. To Embre Slack and Izzy Bogstad, I leave the task of yelling at the freshmen to take out the bases… you’re finally free! And to the entire varsity softball team, I leave my eternal love and gratitude for your friendship and support. I could not have survived three years of magnet without you.
I, AG Maher, being of concussed mind and traumatized body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Maggie Garrigan, I leave the times in your father’s house, Folly, Sonic, a spot in my twin xl bed in cola, being intimidating, joint flights to Dublin, braving the Magnet bathrooms in times of need, and to share my spot in the graduating class of 2021, boy do we know you need it. To Taryn Crowley, I leave the varying woods of Mount Pleasant, 540, my best dressed legacy, a one way flight to London, my will to live, burping, Imagine Physical Therapy, and a senior year that you already want to be over before you begin it. To Taryn and Maggie, I leave multiple gas station trips on your behalf, and our present wrapping skills bestowed upon us via Todd Garrigan. To Lilly Praete, I leave the obsession of books and alone time. You are one of the only people that shares that as deeply as I do. Keep being your pure and precious self. I enjoy our short (as of now) friendship. To Grace Albertson, I leave the burning hatred for our high school relationships, and my maturity and growth through the obstacles of life, may it guide you wisely through your magnet times and beyond. To Mikhael Douglass, I leave my position as spirit leader. Bless the bird cage with your energy for me as I was unable to do so. Do me proud. To the Magnet Soccer Team, I leave my ghost of a presence. May you ever be confused over my injuries and disapearance. To those of the magnet population, I leave the hallways to fulfill your temptation to stray from the straight and narrow path, and stop complaining to complain, fr. I leave my appreciation of companionship of just trying to succeed together. I leave my hope for a better experience than I had. To Ms. Pinckney, I leave my chronic tardiness and absences, may you ever forgive me. To Mrs. Benton, I leave you with our conversations and wisdom found in your planning and focus periods, and leather earrings. To Mrs. Colón I leave more enthusiastic Spanish students, moves that do not even touch yours, and an early retirement on the beaches of your choosing. To Academic Magnet High School, I leave the compounding horrors and trauma that occurred to me, that pilled up more each year, behind. Do not follow me into my life.
I impart the beloved guitar hall bathrooms to Taryn Crowly, Mikael Douglas and Maggie Happel. I hope you guys continue to live on in my memory and honor it. Y’all know how to do that 😉 I leave being a baddie to Henry Hugheseven though he already is. I leave Mr. Jents sass and participation points to Mabry Wise! And I leave my heart to Mrs. Vogel who deserves the most love.
I, Jocelyn Massenet, being of brilliant mind and sexy body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Leddy Scheurer, I leave the study habits of mine that were unique to AP Biology, and my second place title in the school talent show (I know I am a tough act to follow but you can do it if you try really hard). To CG and Anna Leigh Tangeman, I leave speciality passes and the responsibility of yelling all of the counts to the point where it loses emphasis. To Pierson Tobin, I leave my hairdresser so that you may finally be rid of the ginger atrocity on your head. To Sammy Cooper, I leave the legacy of wearing crop tops to school. This is a big responsibility. To Robin Adams, I leave literally anything you ask of me. I wish that you have the most incredible next two years, and if there is absolutely anything I can do to help that happen, I am always a phone call away. To my group chat of sophomore friends, please come visit me next year when I am at W&M. You guys are some of the realest people I know and I will miss y’all. (And I leave you with anything college prep related–literally just ask me and I will edit all of your papers and teach you the SAT).
I, Casey Matthews, being of forgetful mind and zooted body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Anna Leigh Tangeman, I leave metaphorical pastel highlighters, the classic Phineas and Ferb hit song Busted, gratitude for keeping me sane through cheer, and a knife to the kneecaps if you don’t hang out with me this summer. To Socks Jones, I leave partial responsibility for my Minecraft Youtube obsession, Goku’s luxurious chest, and a certain photo of a beautifully bedazzled booty. To Zane Hull, I leave leadership of the AMHS Creative Writing Club, ownership of the Discord server, and infinite luck dealing with the current freshmen once they finally stage a coup. To Sunshine Holstead, I leave the stash of old photos of Zach that I will forward you, to keep him in line once I’m not there to embarrass him. To the AMHS Creative Writing Club, I leave my infinite love, full control of the “universe,” and gay purple frogs. All of you are immensely talented, and you’re going to do great things. To Ms. Shifflette, I leave my eternal gratitude for continuing to wave at me in the hallway and encourage me, even though I wasn’t near the best student. I also leave my ability to write a coherent essay, and my sincere apologies for all the times I ate pretzels under my desk during class. And finally, to Zachary Matthews—I leave the music video of All These Things That I’ve Done, the unfortunate nickname “Baby Casey,” the five dollars I owe you from that one time, and infinite luck not invoking Mom’s wrath when you procrastinate on homework. Three more years, dude. You got this.
I, Elias McCall, being of exhausted mind and tiger-ish body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Grayson Goodier, Kevin Fan, Moyu Yamaguchi, Noa Wallen, Spence Cox, and Asher Wallen, I leave the AMHS Academic Team. To Asher Wallen, I leave my position as Co-Captain of the Academic Team. Lead them to glory and victory, and treat them well. To Mrs.Yackey, I leave a bag of dirt for ‘Bunching’ us, you amazing dirtbag. To Mrs.Grayson, I leave an addendum to a regrettable journal entry, and my extreme gratitude for being one of the kindest teachers I’ve ever met. To Emerson Rampsey, I leave Movie Mania Club. Work hard to ensure the Kronsberg legacy endures, and never forget that Publix cookies are better than Harris Teeter cookies. To Brokers Club, I leave the Investment Club. Merge the two and take over the world. To Sarah Metzner-Roop I leave the Good Vibes Club. Good Vibes Club is my pride and joy, take care of it. Never forget how important good vibes are, especially at Magnet. To April Johnson, I leave my orange parking spot in the hopes you can finally paint the tiger paw I never did. To Harry Ding, I leave the role of Student Body Treasurer and the job of being courier between Mr.Garris and Mrs.Phillips. To Mrs.Benton, I leave a Clemson rug my cat scratched. Do whatever you want with it, just please don’t make me take it. I don’t want it. To Oliver Abar, I leave my 50% share of the Presidency of Sneaker Club. To Nathan Crouse and Anna Leigh Tangeman, I leave 10% custody each of Superrat. Take care of him, and don’t forget to feed him. To the next generation of Magnet historians, I leave Rho Kappa History National Honors Society. To Mr.Grimshaw, I leave Bubbles/Grubbles and all of the rhythm and passion I have left. You can have my rhythm and passion, but you can never take my drums. To the one and only Mrs.Vogel, I leave many visits asking for mail and stories of weird monkeys. To Mrs.Metzner-Roop, I leave the corner of your fridge where I always keep my stuff. I’m not sure what you’ll do with the extra space now, but you’re welcome. To Connor Sawall, I leave the title of Magnet’s Biggest Clemson Fan and a trail of paw prints in the hopes that they will help you find your way. To Ms.Orr, I leave movies during lunch on Fridays, three years of weird movies in class, and my immense appreciation for being an amazing teacher and being the best Academic Team coach a squad could hope for. It’s been real. To April Johnson and Mebron Cayabyab, we leave you the Dirty Birds. We leave you delirious practices, fun football games, exciting pep rallies, and pre-game family dinners. To the students of Academic Magnet, I leave my heart and soul. This school has served me well, and it can do the same for you. Take advantage of every opportunity that comes your way and don’t look back. Be kind to each other, this school needs more of it. Make the most of your time here, it’ll be over before you know it.
I, Trinity McManus, being of stubborn mind and tall body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Caley Jacobs, I leave the responsibility of Silent Gucci. Also to Caley Jacobs, I leave you endless shanks in the first line of the shooting drill and all of our memories on and off the field. To Kaylin Morris, I leave you the responsibility of setting up the warmups as well as leading the first warm up line all to yourself, lead it with grace. To Kaylin Morris and Caley Jacobs, I leave many more scary bathroom trips before games. To Sophie Mclean, I leave the song Don’t Tell ‘Em, please don’t let pregames go without it. To Lucy Manuel, I leave you my half of the twin towers, stay strong tall girl. To Gracie Mochizuki, I leave the ability to “fulfill all of your positive aspirations in life.” To Bryanna Oliver-Reed, I leave all the confidence I gained over the past four years on this team, go score some more game winners. To Sadie Hoertdoerfer, I leave my title as forever freshman as well as all of our memories from 614. To Sadie Hoertdoerfer and Charlie Zaifert, I leave the power of Nora and I’s friendship, y’all need each other just as much as we did so stick together. To Emma Morrison and Maya Thompson, I leave the responsibility of pumping up the parking lot before games and also each other. To Kristen McLeod, I also leave the power of the pregame parking lot pump up, don’t hold back. To Indigo Steedley, I leave my best wishes for you in Argentina, you’re gonna thrive girl. To Maddie Vitalis, I leave fire fits and all of our memories this school year, so glad to have had a lil junior beside me. To Ms. Novinger, I leave my undying love and a single detention, sorry for never leaving you alone. To Mr. Cosgrove, I leave neverending conversations with my parents and my spirit always wandering the hallways. To Coach Williams, I leave you freshman year basketball tryouts, sorry I never showed up. To Mrs. Colón, I leave my headshots. And to the AMHS Girls soccer team, I leave the ability to win another state championship for me as well as all of my love; thanks for being my best friends.
I, Charles Medlock, being of deranged mind and exhausted body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Cole Wilson, I leave 5 copies of Spy Party and all of my Rust skins. To Augustus Hale, I leave a singular brick. Finally, to all future students of Mr. Garris, I leave you the immense power to poke at all the small mistakes on his maps.
I, Brooks Melton of jocular mind and crippling body, do hereby leave to Oliver Abar “snacks”, to William Russler a cusabo jersey and Mccabe, to Sussler and Oliver I leave captainship of the lacrosse team, to Joe Dragich a sense of humor, to Ashley Windham unlimited free rides in the Ranger, to Camille, India, and Indigo a snapping turtle and a scary car ride, to Marshall Fleming a gheenoe duck boat, to Jackson Etheridge a box of zaxbys and an american idol audition, to Andrew Moise a copy of Monsters Inc, and to Connor Seawall never ending freshman duties.
I, Ruth Middleton, being of overworked mind and sleepy body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Grace Albertson and Marianna Folz, I leave the stress of meeting yearbook deadlines and getting teachers to respond (good luck!). To Caroline Tiller, I leave good chats and listening to Taylor Swift in car rides to track meets and mile repeats at track practice. To Ella Moore and Brinley Clendaniel I leave my amazing ability to get lost on the way to cross country practice, the 4 x 800m, Strava, and the Buist hill run! I leave my best wishes to future AP Physics students (you’ll need it). To Ms. Novinger, I leave my love and therapeutic talks about life and to Ms. Hooffstetter I leave the torturous CFA test for the Academies. And to Academic Magnet High School, I leave my yin and yang parking spot painting that got 200k likes on TikTok.
I, Devon Mulligan, of nonstop mind and red headed body hereby declare my last senior will and testament. To Anna Leigh Tangeman, I leave my sunny disposition and knight thee the honorary mom friend and Disney Princess of your grade. May these skills serve you well in the future, and may you know I am with you when you use them. To Emily Weber I leave my remaining redhead spunk and vivacity, in the hands of someone I know will use it to shine. To Annie Griffin I leave you with a final sentiment from Amy March, who reminds me so much of you “I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.” To the current and future peer mentors I leave my wisdom, experience, and joy from being a guide myself. I hope that they serve you well in the future, and inspire others to take up the torch. Finally, to the class of 2022, I leave my remaining motivation and drive and a simple quote by Chanda Kochar “aim for the sky, but move slowly, it is all those little steps that makes the journey complete.”
I, Shreyas Mytri, being of sleepy mind and seggsy body leave nothing to no one because I’m bitter.
I, Christain Nelson, in physically tired body and academically challenged mind, leave my Magnetly possessions to those who follow. To Randy Reed, I leave the responsibility to being late to every first block class. Get your extra sleep in man. To Austin Gallman, stay on the in-class chess grind. People don’t stop getting better just because you’re in school. To Cal Monier, I give the responsibility of being the Class of 2022 Leprechaun. Come in dressed like the Lucky Charms guy one day. Live it up. To Dr. Cassidy, I leave you with the eternal question of “Can we go outside?” and tinnitus from the Switch being turned up to max volume. Thank you for making Calculus bearable. Finally, to Dr. Altman, I leave you with my many thought-provoking takes on Rhinocéros and various broken French sentences that made little to no sense. Thank you for a fun three years of French in your class!
I, Olivia Niesse, being of persuadable mind and caffeine fueled body, do hereby leave the following: To Annie Cagle, I leave my love for lacrosse and my intense competitiveness. To Camille Molten, I leave gossip seshs all spoken in spanish, poor participation grades, and a place to sleep in my dorm downtown after a night on King Street. To Taryn Crowley, I leave a forever spot on my private story and Money Tree by Kendrick Lamar on repeat. Lastly, to Lilly Praete, I leave screaming the lyrics to every rap song. Keep it cool, Magnet family. I love you guys.
I, Sophie Nguyen, being of deranged mind and injured body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave to the following. To Katherine Nguyen, I leave my superior turning skills and the craziness of our family for which I am finally free. To Pierson Tran, I leave the care of my little brother. The young padawan has much to learn. To Millie Curtis, I leave the job as Katherine’s personal chauffeur. To Kofi Ayuki, I leave the care of Katherine and much of her ranting, a wardrobe consisting of anything other than grey and black hoodies, and all my current events luck and knowledge.
I, Lillian O, being of burnt out mind and probably running late body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Hunter Sutcliffe, I leave the fate of AMHS Student Council, good luck pal, keep up the traditions that covid killed. To Vishwa Veersaswamy, I leave you Hunter Sutcliffe, don’t let him burn himself out. Oh and also, goodbye, I love you. To Taryn Crowley, I leave literally all the blood of raptor nation. To Miles Nguyen, I leave my legacy, make sure all future raptors know the name Lily O… just kidding, you get my internalized rage acquired over the last 4 years because you can release it when you box people. To Mikhael Douglass, I leave a guitar and all my black eyeliner because you look better in it than I do. To Braedin Tabler, I obviously leave the senior lounge and many games of chess. To Morgan Fletcher, I leave my love for student council, keep on going girl. To Kaylin Morris, I leave my bestie Conolly, please make sure he doesn’t die because I won’t be stepping foot in Ohio to check on him. To Jeffrey Song and Cat Clyburn I leave the legacy of the freshmen never returning to stuco and also my disappointment. To Ms. Smith, I leave the Les Mis soundtrack and my college acceptance letters because I don’t think I would have them without you. To Ms. Hurt, I leave froot loop poptarts and a medal for ultimate snooper. To Mrs. Yackey, I leave my apologies for bringing down your class averages <3. To Dr. Altman, I leave my rebellion without a cause, I’ll find that cause one day. To Mrs. Bortz, I leave you Elan and I’s choreography to Sneedville from The Lorax. And finally, to Mr. Garris, I leave all of my appreciation, thank you for being such an amazing advisor and taking on this wild year with us, the council loves you, and I will miss you dearly. Farewell Magnet, we had a good run. Funny enough, I think I might actually miss you. xoxo.
Rey Ortiz Bautista
I, Rey Ortiz Bautista, being of crazy mind and Mexican body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Evan Nash, I leave a magnet at Magnet. To Daman Wegner, I leave a hopeful soccer season. To Jake Myers, I leave a trip to the barbershop. To Miley Phillips, pending… To Joshua Moore, I leave the knowledge and fact that you will never beat Sean, and therefore me. To Callaghan Monnier, I leave the spite of McCormick. To Gracie Mochizuki, I leave one last chance to beat me at 8-ball.To Kaylin Morris, I leave the Lego Star Wars Holiday Special. To Christian Streck and Turner Orvin, I leave the midfield. To Jacob Burke, I leave the Joker Card. To the Soccer Team, I leave many more victories. To TyTy, I leave a blond-colored wig for emergencies and a free trip to Bora Bora (sike). To Dr. Cassidy, I leave an amazing 3A calc class. To Ms. Orr, I leave an ignorance of why we don’t just print more money? To Mr. McGill, I leave a clean fade. To Dr. Altman and Mr. Jent, Je laisse un incroyable 4 ans de Français. To Mr. Garris, I leave a memorable semi conversation and unforgettable class. To Academic Magnet High School, I dip out.
I, Frances O’Shea, being of slow mind and crooked body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Lulu Grubb, I leave all of my gear so that people will still confuse us and those little girls we “coached” last summer (take care of them). To Francesca Venturini, I leave the nickname Fran. To my son Lee Bearsch and my dog Annie Cagle, I leave the God Squad. RIP. To Aditi Das, I leave my math notes (they sorta helped) and the ongoing anticipation of Speak Now (Taylor’s Version). To Phoebe Covode, I leave an infinite supply of Ben & Jerry’s free scoop cards that are only redeemable at the Market Street location and a Phoebe Buffay and Phoebe Bridgers collaboration album (you are still my favorite Phoebe though). To Regan Brown, I leave Charlotte Praete and the hope that you will one day find a Jeremy Johnson to complete your Candace Flynn. Lastly to Lilly Praete, I leave the entire parking lot of Academic Magnet, some BBC posters for next year (get some new members), an assortment of fancams, a minion, and my heart. Bye bye Magnet, it’s been real.
I, Maya Pai, being of hyper mind and dancy body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Aditi Das, I leave warm snuggly hugs to remind her that she is gorgeous and always supported. Even though she won’t see me as much, I hope she remembers how much I love her (don’t cry reading this, silly!!!). To Radhika Pandey, I leave acknowledgement of her beautiful personality and stupendous fashion sense (because honestly, they’re both amazing). To Caroline Horton, I leave memories of our rushed anatomy dissections and of our shared love for reading. To Louisa Grubb, I leave her amazing ability in Spanish and her immense maturity. To Maya Khaskhely (“Hi, Maya!”), I leave her kindness and stupendous smile and the message that everytime she said hi to me in the hallways it always brightened my day. To Mrs. Smith, I leave my oddly energized morning dancey-dances. To Dr. Altman, Mr. Percy, Mr. Garris, and Mrs. Yackey, I leave the cutest little triangle-lady, Susie. Also to Mrs. Yackey, I leave MANY thanks for how loved she made me and countless others feel. To the Mental Health and Wellness Club, I leave my unending support and confidence in every member’s strength and resilience. I have never felt so uplifted by a group of teenagers, and I offer my total gratitude for all you have taught me. To Kira Hamrick, I leave her admiration for yoga and community. To Aria McDonald, I leave her wonderfully cute GIFs and her dedication to attending MHWC meetings. To the lucky (or unlucky?) Magnet student, I leave spot 24, that will always delay their ability to leave the parking lot but is also so large it is impossible to park badly in (trust me, I would know). And lastly, to the general Magnet population, I leave my awareness of the complex high school experience Magnet provides, reminding you all to take care of yourself physically AND mentally and offering the advice that school does not have to define your entire life. Leaving you all lots of love and coronavirus-free snuggles, xoxo!
I, Janice Park, being of scattered mind and midget body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Dana Zavinon Zamudio, I leave quicker trips home after school, an extra slice of birthday cake, the remainder of my motivation to power through the rest of magnet, and a smooth transition to sophomore year. To Aditi Das, I leave comfort and healing, an infinite amount of dance choreographies, Dora the explorer, unremovable pillows and blankets, the return of Aditi, and all my love. To Karina Raykova, I leave many car karaoke sessions, striking vocal performances, and an extra boost of confidence. To Madeline Vitalis, I leave an abundance of hot greek boys and sunsets. To Finlay Palmer, I leave the perfectly scratched and stationed boat and the responsibility of recruiting new coxswains and rowers- keep the team alive! To the magnet staff and community, I leave my endless gratitude.
I, Nick Patterson, being of low-functioning mind and uncoordinated body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following: To John O’Neil, I leave the title of senior with the most cake. To William Hyatt, I leave a seat at the lounge in the lobby of the Crowne Plaza for the football boys. To McClain Stoklosa, I leave a poorly-received joke about your sister. To Brett Cox, I leave a trip to 2610 E 7th St, Charlotte, NC 28204. To Jacob Daniel, I leave a nametag with the name “Jonathan” written upon it. To Jackson Ethridge, I leave a harmonized rendition of “when it rains it pours” as well as “hips don’t lie.” To Ashley Windham I leave a shotgun seat in the Ford Ranger. To Oliver Abar, I leave 7 different pre workouts and a solid leg day routine. To William Russler, I leave Sydney Isaacks and a 1v1 on crease. To Kate Walldorf and Lily Claypoole, I leave a picture at an Ashley Hall Dance. What was that about? To Joe Dragich I leave “Life Goes On” By Lil Baby featuring Gunna and Lil Uzi Vert. To Ransome Hudson, I leave 45 boxes of assorted cereal. To Jay Bearden, I leave the clown of the lacrosse team, may you continue to pass down the torch. Bye Magnet, I’ll see y’all soon.
I, Nora Powell, leave both mine and the girls soccer team most prized possession, Pollo Loco, to Kaylin Morris. Also to Kaylin Morris, I leave you those weird orange things in the Chex Mix. To Kristen McLeod, I leave you with a fully healed hamstring, you are going to need it when you tear it up at left back. I am also leaving you those nasty brown things in the Chex Mix, you and Kaylin will be able to happily share it at all of the boy’s games you go to next year. Kristen, I am also leaving you the ability to somehow bring up your brother in every conversation we have had/will have, sincerely your “future sister-in-law”. To Charlie Zaifert and Sadie Hoertdoerfer, I leave you guys the responsibility of not letting Kristen get into a car wreck, no matter how many times she races Emma on the way to practice. To Gracie Mochizuki, I am leaving you the spirit of Travis Demarcus Tallulah, and many other stupid toys I have found at soccer, may they always be with you. To Kate Walldorf, I leave you an infinite amount of ACL’s and the official title of the soccer team hype (wo)man. To the Academic Magnet Girls Soccer Team, I am leaving you so many state championships to win, thank you for being my best friends.
I, Disha Qanungo, being of insane mind and smol body do hereby leave the cheer team and the role of team mother to my daughter, Emily “Little Bean” Weber. I leave all of the happiness that Magnet can offer, my legacy, and everything I can to Bean. To Peighton White, I leave any minute ability I have to dance but it’s not like she needs it because she knows how to shake what her mother (moi) gave her. To Anna Leigh Tangeman, I leave all of the special “sparkle” to speak out against those with questionable thoughts and to ensure that everyone is colorfully accepted. To Chandler Grace Ghegan, I leave my ambition and connections to somehow know all events and happenings at school. To Vishwa Veeraswamy, I leave the position of Student Body Vice President and the hope for you to become Student Body President for 2022-2023. To Radhika Pandey, I leave the idea of our South Asian Club in order to expose more students to our cultures and traditions. To Elin Herndon, my sweet baby child Elin, I leave you my cheer man voice. To Anne Young and Lucy Manuel, I leave Key Club and hope that you will be able to reignite the spark of service that has slightly died at Magnet. To Annie Griffin, I leave all the seltzers in the world for her to sip on the beach and hide from me. To Ella Sanders, I leave a microphone so that everyone can hear her beautiful singing. To Charlotte Adragna, I leave the Communist Manifesto. To Summer DeSouza, I leave what little ability I have to fly because she has come so far and done absolutely amazing in such little time with so much pressure. To Katie Jones, I leave my weird and wiggly dancing. To Harry Ding who I do not think I have physically said words to since his entrance into this school, I leave the hope for you to do amazing things as Student Body Treasurer and the hope for you to become Student Body President for 2023-2024. To Tyson McCormick, I leave Pedro and endless Key Club road trips with stops at South of the Border. To Joy Altman, I leave my gossip and my daughterly love to the best mom anyone could ask for. To Haley Weber, I leave ice to cool your fiery red head spirit. And last but not least, I leave to Sawyer Quertermous, one of the newest additions to the Raptor family who won’t even see this until next year, I leave my love, support, and super awesome full out costumes for Spirit Week that you will be dressing up in because Spirit Week is cool at Magnet and one must participate.
I, Porter Quantz, being of elite mind and lanky body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Henry “Hudson” Hughes, I leave a crown from a well known fast food establishment. To Charlie Habakus, I leave the copious amount of money we won on the links. To Aaron Causey, I leave a razor in hopes that you consider a clean shave. To Augie Hale, I leave an adventure and a “cultural” experience at the Seewee Restaurant. To Ben Cuff, I leave enough melatonin for a long nap. To Baze Duckworth and Pierson Tobin, I leave a couple of sneaky links. And lastly, to Alex Levin, I leave the golf team and the legendary Jason Stackhouse. Look after them in my absence.
I, Mary Routh, being of anxiety-ridden mind and over-stimulated body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Grace Albertson I leave unrestricted access to the senior lounge, empathetic hand holding, and people that treat you the way your smiley soul deserves to be treated. To Dakota Hasty I leave style, confidence, and boldness so that you never become out of touch with your incredible self. To Cat Clyburn I leave the prettiest hair in the school- wait no, the world. To Nola Webb I leave graNola bars, blue-haired Brandoss, speedy legs, an elite sense of humor, and the resilience to ignore those not worthy of your time. To Morgan Fletcher I leave the school’s aux cord (aka DJ duty), stuco leadership, unlimited visits to nyc, and all of my undying love and affection. To Mikhael Douglass I leave a fulfilling senior year and the absolute best style in the game. To Emma Helen Inman I leave Grace, French class (please take care of Doc for me), and the perseverance to follow each and every one of your dreams. To Sophia Fetten, Grace Ray, and Anna Benson I leave independence, style, and smiles. To Campbell Lesher I leave Nick and Caleb, an angelic singing voice, and a positive and plentiful experience at Magnet. To Anna Hope Jordan I leave all the love in my heart, a happy high school experience, queen bee energy, and your incredible knack for always rising above. To Taryn Crowley and Ines Carrillo I leave full authority over the Talon, making Mrs. Hurt question her sanity, and the power of a top notch playlist. To Maggie Garrigan I leave the care of Mr. Cosgrove and the power to run the school accordingly. To Will Brown I leave my jacket, literally. To Robin Adams I leave the title of the prettiest girl in the world, a bomb junior year, and an open-ended/never expiring invitation to hangout. To Vishwa Veeraswamy and Hunter Sutcliff, I leave The academic magnet, Mrs. Pinckney, forcing Vishwa to host dinner (make him), and the best and most spirited school year possible. Also, protect Mr. Garris at all costs and never take him for granted. To Magnet I leave the crushing of my mental health, some really great teachers, and more balanced priorities.
I, John Rowe, being of absent mind and Hawaiian body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Vishwa Veerswamy and Hunter Sutcliffe, I leave my many student council responsibilities that I did so well keeping up with. Ask Lily O. Best of luck. To Jack Quinn and Mary Blake Hand, I leave the classic quiet car rides to school. To Sammy Cooper, I leave a nice pair of jeans along with a large white shirt to match your bleached hair. I expect the Slim Shady look to make a reappearance. To William Hyatt, I leave a fresh bag of Chex Mix and the classic JV Basketball memories along with a better dog name. Throw Apple in the trash. To Charlie Kuyper, I leave the memory of our one and only geek sesh outside of Williams. May that memory live with you forever. To Cole Wilson, I leave the salad that Kark was never able to give to you. Well deserved. To Jake Freudenheim, I leave the image of slenderman. Hope your arms stop growing big man. To Brett Cox, I leave the keys to the Gold’s MTP location. Don’t let Abar get them. To Christian Anderson, I leave the geek AP Bio moments along with India Weimann. To Connor Sawall, I also leave India Weimann. To India Weimann, I leave the winner of the duel between Connor and Christian. I hope you’re happy. To Indigo Steedley, I leave blessed times in Argentina as well as a smooth, clean car ride home from any sporting event in the future. Just have to promise you won’t spill on me anymore. To Camille Molten, I leave the freshman carpool vibes along with my Max and Mason submission from sophomore year. I sincerely apologize for that. To Caley Jacobs, I leave our awkward encounter in that random Food Lion as well as the key to McClain’s heart. To Sam Whelan, I leave the psyched up saturday that we had to deal with. Quite the geek experience. To Gray Willits, I leave nothing. To McClain Stoklosa, I leave the trip to the abandoned casino that wasn’t actually abandoned because it wasn’t real. To John O’Neil, I leave the legacy and responsibilities that come with the name John. Best of luck. To Marshall Flemming, I leave the “room temperature IQ” joke that was not only correct but will stick with me for my entire life. Well played. To Cameron Thelan, I leave ownership of George’s Corvette. Use it wisely. To Ransome Hudson Nissan, I leave a full functioning leg along with endless amounts of sugar cereal. To Andrew Nichols, I leave the final Magnet student to come out of Seewee Circle. To Football Team Jacob, I leave the Super Bowl ring that your dad never won but actually did. To Mr. Cosgrove and Mrs. Dover, I leave nothing but love and appreciation for your hardwork and kindness shown towards the student body. Last but not least, to the person I have forgotten to mention, I leave my forgetfulness. @willschnell. Deuces Magnet. It has been a wild ride.
To Destiny Vinson, Madeline Vitalis, Priceless Johnson, and Kyla Freeman, I leave you the legacy of being “one of those black girls”. You’re welcome (insert heart emoji).
I, Valerie Salvatierra, of overactive mind and exhausted body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Ella Jones I leave good luck and my parking spot shark, Gregory. To Sydney Heller I leave hallway hugs and the memory of us being green-haired buddies. To Mary Compton I leave French knowledge so that she may make Dr. Altman proud. To Dr. Altman I leave drawings of feet and some upside-down posters. To Mrs. Aydlette I leave the memory of my “condom” slingshot from freshman year (for the record, it was a balloon, not a condom). To all not-yet-graduating Magnet students I leave the hope that your senior year is Covid-free and fun.
I, Hayden Southworth, being of questionable mind and lanky body, announce my senior will and leave my possessions to the following. To Andrew Moise and Jack Houseal, I leave my absolute gratitude and the title of my saving angels for rescuing me when I was devoid of gas money and all hope. To Regan Brown and Lilly Praete, I leave fond memories of joyful, stressful, and always geek morning car rides, and a formal request that you have a morning Chick-fil-a trip together in my honor. To Julian Ford, I leave the hope and will that you continue to work as a fogo, and eventually have every ball come up black (or grey if that’s the way we swingin). To Andrew Nichols, I leave the honorary title of Big Nips (or Nips for short), and plenty of Nichols Pickles for your future nutrition in order to aid your fantastic skills as a goalie. To Aidan McCitrick, I leave our mutual appreciation of boxing and anime, and many good memories of conversation during practices and car rides home. To Will Muirhead, I leave our mutual love of racing to get to and from school, our many humorous conversations, and my middle finger (with love and respect of course). To Shane Hoffman, I leave you my respect from being able to survive Moor Reaches, and my faith in your ability to continue to optimize the levels of geekerage on the field and in the locker room. To Joseph “The Dragon” Dragich, I leave you my best wishes in continuing to be a dominating force on the lacrosse field, a wave to you on the highway, and my thanks for being a fantastic feeder for me and scorer for our team. To Harmanpreet Pelia, I leave my support and faith in you joining me next year at the Academy. To Pedro Aruajo, I give the best of my luck in finally having a team that will win a game for extra points in Spanish. To Pedro and Harman, I leave our mutual nostalgia of Skylanders, love of Pokemon, and anticipation for the next season of Demon Slayer. To Christian Anderson, I leave my thanks for always being someone who could brighten my day, our mutual hypeness for the next season of AOT, and my hopes that in the future you do not speak English during a game which is meant to be entirely spoken in Spanish. To Maggie Garrigan, I leave my official nomination for you to take the place of the departing Felix Von Asten as supervisor to the mentorship program at Academic Magnet. To Boris Pekar, I leave the title of best Russian chess player at Magnet, and a bottle of authentic Russian vodka to remind you of home (Disclaimer: I am not actually leaving this underage man a bottle of alcohol, nor did he ask for or want it. Please do not send the feds to come arrest me). To Academic Magnet, I leave my love and appreciation for giving me the best high school experience I could have asked for, and helping to bring me from a place where I felt dejected, self conscious and lonely, to a place where I found a fantastic community and confidence in my true self. Finally, to all of my past mentees and present/future mentors, I leave the mission of continuing to make THE Academic Magnet a place where everyone can be accepted and feel appreciated for who they are, and to continue to strive for excellence in whatever way that might be.
I, Allie Streck, being of neurotic mind and restless body, do hereby announce my senior will and will leave the following. To Christian Streck, I leave the jeep patriot, the ability to navigate the back roads when a train comes, and waking up to your alarm on time. To Rebecca Marhefka, I leave old Shawn Mendes music, morning dance parties (if not on a bus, then in a car), the motivation to get through senior year, and free visits to Wake Forest whenever you please. To Caroline Tiller, Leddy Scheurer, Burton McCulley, Anna Hollister, Ella Moore, and Brinley Clendaniel, I leave Coach Josh and the girls XC/Distance Track team. To Tilla Vanilla, I leave captain of the girls AMHS XC/Distance Track team, PRs in the 3200, and viral TikToks. To Leddy Scheurer, I leave a fun final XC and Track season. To Burton McCulley, I leave permission to put other XC/Track team members in their place whenever it seems appropriate. To Anna Hollister, I leave good sportsmanship and the best summer training runs with B.E. boy. To Ella Moore and Brinley Clendaniel, I leave never ending positivity, and to Ella, I leave healed shins. To parking spot 2, I leave the remnants of my beautiful painting job, even if it’s washed away. And to all future and current students of AMHS, I leave a normal, COVID free year.
I, Karoline Surdyk, being of silly mind and tired body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Robin Adams, I leave the harassment of people at Five Loaves Cafe. To Anna Skinner, I leave an unlimited supply of Celcius and many, many rides in my car. To Ashleigh Smith, I leave the power to create an endless private story. Literally, endless. To Grace Albertson, I leave permission to enter the Senior Lounge. To John Blanton O’Neal The Fifth (JB05), I leave nothing. I just felt like you should be included. To Dakota Hastey, I leave ominously sitting on the bathroom floor under the dryers. To Oliver Abar, I leave the left chair in the back of Ms. Hoofstetter’s room. To Chandler Grace Ghegan, I leave the ability to deem people “clean”. To Grant Goldsmith, I leave the glory of pictionary games at FCA. To Sophia LoCasio, Louisa Mulvey, Holly Manning, and Caroline Foreman, I leave the honor of scaring freshmen on the lacrosse team for years to come.
I, Eliza Taylor, being of scattered mind and tired body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Annie Cagle, I leave a mediocre Spotify playlist, gas station snacks, lacrosse pumpkins, laughs, and a forever spot in the passenger seat of my car. To Burton McCulley I leave golden gooses, drama, a kind reminder not to be a bully, and endless fun over your next 3 years at Magnet. You are so much cooler than me. To Abby Poole, Campbell Lescher, and Colin George, I leave Burton McCulley. Keep her out of trouble. To Campbell Lescher, I leave a calendar, an agenda, and a reminder not to get on the bus because you have Mock Trial after school. To Noa Wallen, I leave Campbell Lescher and also the AMHS Mock Trial Team. To the rest of the AMHS Mock Trial Team, I leave you a winning season, a judgemental viewing room, and a crushing defeat of Strom Thurmond. To Regan Brown, I leave fond memories from Ms. Desbrow’s class, and my endless gratitude to you for always knowing if we have a quiz. To Lilly Praete, I leave the “raptors on 3” chant. Scream loud. To the entire AMHS Girls Lacrosse Team, I leave the hope for a winning season (with no coaching drama). To Dr. Altman I leave all of my love and affection, as well as a haunting memory of me complaining about your tests. To Mrs. Zerbst I leave a small army of freshmen (almost sophomores) to entertain you in my absence, as well as my infinite appreciation and admiration. Finally to all current and future raptors, I leave you Friday nights in the birdcage, wall day, pep rallies, and a normal school year. May you never take it for granted. I love you all. Peace out Magnet. Go Dawgs.
I, McCabe Templeton, being of distracted mind and confused body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Miss Regan Brown, I leave a Square Onion sandwich, lots of gossip, beach trips, my hidden anger, Celsius, endless sassy moods, the promise of a lunch date I won’t cancel, and a singular visit to my dorm next year. Or maybe two. Use it wisely. To Emma Helen Inman and Anna Benson, I leave a ride home and the ability to keep track of your keys. You can call Cacky next year when I’m gone. To Chandler Grace Ghegan, I leave after practice drives home, the Charleston Day legacy, golf cart drives with teachers, and low attack. To Lilly Praete, I leave warm up aux responsibilities and “Best Friend (feat. Doja Cat).” To Phoebe Covode, I leave Baskin Robbins and pre-game carpools. To Annie Cagle I leave a grape Celsius, Cusabo lacrosse, a good nap on the bus, and Coach Kamp. To Ashley Windham, I leave Oliver Abar. Check Christina’s will for further instruction. To the rest of you, I leave the legacy of Magnet in its prime. May you enjoy many football games in the Birdcage and Wall Days with whistles.
I, John Thomas, of geek mind and cringe body do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To William Russler I leave the modification of your forename to Crilliam and the duty to pass this on the “cr” nickname. I also leave you infinite corner snipes without hesitation. To William Hyatt, I leave Alex Fishback and record-breaking touchdown passes. Joe Dragich, I leave you Pens wins every night. To Oliver Abar, I leave the vaccine for repetitive drip syndrome and massive delts, rodger rodger. To Ashley Windhaham I leave you Oliver Abar, take care of him. To Charlie Kuyper, I leave DN. To Cameron Thelan, I leave what was lost in Lucia Pavoc’s yard. Finally, to the junior class, I leave the responsibility to bring the Magnet spirit back into full effect when spirit week goes back to normal. Y’all have experienced it the most and should know what to do.
I, Molly Tippey, being of surprising mind and cold body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Anna Leigh Tangeman, I leave my parental duties, the perfect font, the ability to make the vending machines accept quarters, and the best hugs found on campus. To Bailey Phelan, I leave messy peppering, bad directions, and ankle injuries. To Josh Moore, I leave my premature gray hair and some of my brain cells. Please use them well. To Zach Matthews, I leave perpetual embarrassment. To McKenna Ronchetto and Amelia Kitchens, I leave mild confusion and endless entertainment. To Claudia Rose: HI CLAUDIA ROSE! To the little freshman gang, I leave fruit sidewalk art and a plea to clean up after yourselves. To Ms. Yackey, I leave my entire heart, my love for frisbee, horrible math jokes, and a bag of dirt. To Ms. Novinger, I leave the bat I hung from her ceiling, standing on top of desks, Spider-man’s left hand, and a very intriguing lava lamp. To Sra. Colon, I leave all the anger of the coquí. To Mr. Cosgrove, I leave my excuses to get out of class, knowledge of Spikeball, and, hopefully, a few days of supreme relaxation. To the volleyball team, thank you. To the field team, I leave my poor skills but great enjoyment. To the frisbee team, I leave 10 pushups. To the academic team, I leave lots of pizza and the 4 questions I contributed to the team. To the winds of fate, I leave American Sign Language Club. May it go where it is needed. To the Bird Cage, I leave my personal space. R.I.P. To the senior lounge, I leave parking lot clearance, cookie monster’s skydiving adventures, naps, wrestling, pencils in the ceiling, history class, snacks, and stuffed monkey basketball. Also, I leave my apologies. To Academic Magnet, I leave! See ya! (And thanks for everything <3)
I, Hank Tschantz, of mindless mind and brash body, do hereby leave to Marshall Fleming a clean floor and a designated hitter. To Cameron Thelan, I leave leg hair. To both Marshall and Cameron, I leave captainship of the baseball team. To Wesley Hawes, I leave third base and a new eye. To Mcclain Stoklosa, I leave the senior stairwell and a copy of The Bible. To William Hyatt, I leave a functioning offensive line and the responsibility of the Crowne Plaza VL. To John O’Neill, I leave a squat rack to help develop your best talent. To Camille Molten, I leave Mcrae. Keep his ego in check as he becomes a big boy. To Vishwa Veeraswamy, I leave leadership of the carpool, soundcloud mashups, and complete ownership of College Football Club. To Lily Coulter, I leave Vishwa’s young and easily broken heart. To Jason Ward, I leave a spot next to Marshall on the bench as PO. To Lucas Reed and Beatty Cummings, I leave the middle infield. In addition, to Beatty Cummings I leave an ID, as well as a pocket for your phone. To Thomas Martin, I leave a squatted truck and the number 16 jersey. I hope you find the green one. And finally, to Connor Sewall, I leave a starting spot on the baseball and football teams. Peace out Magnet.
I, Nicole Tufts, being of Irish body and musical mind, hereby announce my will and leave the following: To Kate Walldorf, a 5k on the IOP connector and a post run latte. To Mr. McCormick and Mr. Jent, I leave a late pass. To Leddy Scheurer, Ella Jones, and Maddie Anderson, I leave a five part harmony of My Girl. To DJ Ravanell, Miley Phillips, Randy Reed, and Austin Gallman, I leave the rights to all track strength workouts. Keep doing Pru’s insane ab circuit. To Miley Phillips, I leave a ride home from track and McDonald’s sprite. To DJ Ravanell, Maysen Ronchetto, and Shay Seim, I leave a singular hurdle. To all of magnet, I give you the best of luck with the rest of high school. Go raptors and see you all later.
I, Manning Unger, being of absent mind and uncoordinated body, hereby leave the following:
To Will Muirhead, I leave the sailing team – lead us to victory, or at least to districts for once, and maybe while you’re at it end our chronic problems with skying halyards. To Ty Osmond, I leave the knowledge of how to tie a bowline knot – make good use of it. To Jake Houseal, I leave you the ability to give the most intimidating stares known to man, just like the ones I gave you in the hallways. To Christian Anderson, I leave the sole presidency of the Sag Nation – wear this badge of honor with pride. And, last but not least, to Hammond Unger, I leave a legacy of stupidity, memes, and sheer hype that only you can live up to.
Felix von Asten
I, Felix von Asten, being of a lack of a mind and a tired body, do hereby announce that my senior will and leave the following. To Maggie Garrigan, Mikhael Douglass, and Anna Leigh Tangeman, I leave my well nurtured mentoring program. To Mikhael Douglass, I leave the sole Ambassadorship of the Academic Magnet High School (#2 in the Nation).
I,Timothy Wilson, being of questionable mind and tall body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Dominik Dimicco I leave my share of captainship of the tennis team. To Asher Wallen I and the other “co-presidents” leave the chess club. To my sister, Bea Wilson, I leave two more years of fun. To whoever parks in my spot next year I leave a somewhat shrek-like parking spot design.To Kevin Fan I leave the role of senior class treasurer, may you manage to keep count of the money. To Charlie Jajuga I leave my previous carpool group in hopes that they somehow make it to school next year. To Bea Wilson and Lawton Harper, I leave a way for you to get to school next year should you need it. To the rest of the school, I leave you nothing but wish you luck.
I, Lily Wolf, being of feeble mind and decrepit body, do hereby leave Taryn Crowley the protection of the Guitar Hall Bathroom, a lifetime supply of coconut Redbull, and a single (1) Myers lavender air freshener. To Maggie Garrigan, I leave Lenevar Park and a bottle of antibiotics. Stay tried and true my friends.
I, Liam Wood, being of decrepit body and vacant mind, leave this as my final will and testament.
To Josh Moore, I leave my ownership share of the Wood-Hodges Cutoff Enterprise, best of luck taking Gold at states buddy. To Hunter Sutcliffe, I leave full ownership of the official AMHS Politics Club. Take care of it for me. To Jacob Daniel and Charlie Habakus, I leave a map with the city of Aleppo, Syria. To John O’Neill, Brett Cox, McClain Stoklosa and William Hyatt, I leave success of next years football team. To Connor Sawall and Jackson ethridge I leave the responsibility of recruiting new players for the line. To Ransome Hudson and Julian Ford, I pray strong legs for your future endeavors. Finally, to Sammy Cooper, I leave the legend of our surfing exploits, carry on our legacy for ages to come, and keep shutting down touchdowns, compadre.
I, Mason Yost, being of indecisive mind and clumsy body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following: To Sydney Heller, I leave long FaceTime calls and many hours to spend watching criminal minds and reading books. To Bryanna Oliver-Reed, I leave long rants and our club soccer team. To Chloe Wren, Nola Webb, Blair Henry, Mary Compton, and Lucy Manuel, I leave my determination and aggression on the soccer field.