With 168 of us leaving the Raptor nest, we have many memories and items we would like to leave to our fellow Raptor underclassmen and they are as follows…

I, Oliver Abar, being of despicable mind and aesthetic body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Harrison Crites, I leave Jordan, that’s all you bro. To Tate Brown and Cooper Mitchell, I leave my spot behind Danny Jones. To Connor Sawall, I leave my best wishes for your future pitching endeavors, another pair of musty slides to wear around school, and a spare groutfit. To Alan Zhang, I request that you aren’t involved in any more accidents in the school parking lot for the sake of us all. To Jack Houseal, I leave my continued interest in your mysterious romance with Emma Helen Inman. To Mac Grubb, I leave the future of the Magnet Boys Lacrosse Team, even though you’ll probably fold and transfer. To Andrew Moise, I leave another wall for you to push Shane Hoffman into, and something to clean the sink of Chase’s house with after that semi party. To Piper Hudgins, I leave Harrison’s iconic “all girls are the same” text after the end of your brief fling, and I leave you little guy. To Jackson Ethredge, I leave the task of raising Coach Kamp’s son. To Ransome Hudson, I leave the One Piece. To Donovan Hamilton and Keveon Ford, I leave a message from Joe Dragich declaring that he “thinks you guys hit different.” To Annie Cagel, I leave that one bench you skip class on every single day. To Sadie Bowlin, I leave my wishes that you find the prada wallet you and your friends lost at my house, if I find it first I’m selling it. To Kristen McLeod, I leave a thank you for your profound willingness to host. To Andrew Nichols, I leave a mission: catch the giant bass we both broke off on that lives in the Oceanside pond. And to all of you, I leave my gratitude. Thanks for an awesome four years. 

I, Christian Anderson being of comical mind and opulent body, do hereby announce my senior wall and leave the following: to Karina Raykova, Emily Pilla, and McCrae Wallace, I leave y’all three tickets to dragon con. To James King, I leave you two more years in the D midi rotation. To Thomas Hershey, I leave you three years in the D midi rotation. To Jack Houseal, I leave a one time pass to do doughnuts in the D4 parking lot. To Boris Pekar, I leave some party etiquette. To Miles Garrigan, I leave you it. To Sean Khamnei, I leave you a reminder to get a fade. To Caleb Anderson, I leave you in charge of the house while I’m gone. 

I, Mary Archambault, being of distracted mind and tired body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Emma Morrison and Maya Thompson, I leave a season of shutouts and fresh smelling gloves. Also to Maya Thompson, I leave a concussion. To Kristen McLeod, I leave the entire back line, and the position of center back. To Hanna Ismail and Mattie Vermette, I leave you both the task of driving future underclassmen. Also to Mattie Vermette, I leave a bottle of Hempz Lotion and Irish jig music. To Sadie Hoertdoefer, I leave the last name that every announcer mispronounces. To the entire Varsity Girls Soccer team, I leave everything that I have not listed and best wishes for the seasons to come 🙂

I, Anna Benson, being of romantic mind and angelic body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following… To Kristen Mcleod I leave Coach Kirk and a lot of patience for that team, but do not go back. I leave you all of my pettiness but also my discernment, may you use it wisely and only when necessary. Lastly, I leave you a spot in my dorm whenever. May you learn to open your snapchats. To Alan Zhang I leave dry shampoo and a butter knife. To Boris Pekar I leave dancing shoes and a good hug. I also leave endless trips to bagel nation, carry on its legacy. To McRae Wallace I leave my ability to respond quickly, or at all. Also my humor, maybe you can improve yours. To Anna Hope Jordan I leave William Russler if he ever comes back from school, let me know when he does please. I also leave with you my long lasting crush on your brother, may it rest in peace. To Lily Hutson I leave a word of advice whenever you need it, and a ride home forever. To Evie Walldorf I leave my pride and joy, food club. May you be an amazing president and actually have meetings. Take good care of it for me. To Jack Houseal I leave a round of crazy 8 and Emma Helen’s heart. Guard it well. To Avery Vokell and Livia Carroll I leave what’s left of my Spanish speaking abilities, good luck next year. To Maddie Vermette I leave my beloved place at left wing for the next 3 years, you have amazing things ahead of you. And finally, to Mr. Cosgrove, I leave sporadic and inspiring chats in the hallway that made magnet all the more special. 

I, Regan Brown, being of anxious mind and awesome body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Anna Hope Jordan, I leave yourself for secret sister, CVS reusable bags, the temperature gun, and Mills Jordan’s classic motivational quotes. To both Anna Hope and Lily Coulter I leave the captainship, may you lead the team to many a play-off games. To Lily I also leave a classic dark chocolate Beach Bum from Tropical Smoothie, the ability to facilitate pit drill, and one half of a Cotton Candy BANG. To Sophia Taber I leave the kennel cough, parking spot 138 (as is, no painting it), an invite to my dorm room, and you may share the volleyball instagram with Lily Coulter (on the contingency that you start beef with another team). And to all seniors on the volleyball team, we leave The Book. To Ava Smoak, I leave you the infamous green pants and very, very long voice memos. To Cliffie Manuel, I leave you some fantastic French crepes and Chase and Thomas Anderson, may you forever have a semi date. To Annice Cagle, I leave you some Stuffed Puff™ goodies, unlimited Rasputin, Puxatawny Phil, Christian Anderson, and The Shelter. To Street Wilson, I leave vengeance against the iron ponies, “Who Says” by Selena Gomez, and Lulu’s permission ;). To Sousa Waggoner, I leave A+ photography skills, pirate-themed comments, and my spot on the bench if you ever need it. To Sophia Locascio, I leave TRIBE. That’s it. Treat it well. To Jack Houseal and Joe Dragich, I leave a winning lacrosse season and Stephen Kamp. And finally, to Mac Grubb and Thomas Hershey, I leave Street Wilson, a burnt Christmas tree, and a spot in the Manuel Wadmalaw house. The end! 

I, Inés Carrillo, being of slaylicious mind and adequately-functioning body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Grace Albertson, forever my Gracie, I carry with me a whole decade and more of our friendship, and leave you: just one more year at Magnet which I have no doubt you’ll survive, an open spot in my dorm next year that is reserved for visits from you and you only, and a required mutual life update every few months. To Dennise Legare, I leave the strength to handle one more year at this place, the knowledge that you have single handedly left this school astronomically better than you found it, and a smile and presence that makes everyone’s day. To Carolina Carrara, I leave Bad Bunny and Anitta on repeat with a side of your 5th grade BTS phase; and of course, the Latinx Club. I know you’ll do so much good with it and I can’t wait to see where you take it. To Radhika Pandey, I leave outfits that slay everyday and someone to randomly hype you up in the hallways. To Natasha Keisler, I leave the Beatles, foreign films, and tickets to go see a movie at the Terrace with me sometime soon. You inspire me and remind me of the fulfilling things in life. To Ellyse Ramos, Sarah Baer, and Leila Tabrizian, I leave you all the slay I have left in me, and Leila’s pants (thank you Leila I love you). You three are single handedly warming my heart and inspiring my fashion sense every time I see you. To Mr. Cosgrove, I leave Wonderwall, my many temporary IDs, and my status as a soon-to-be alumni to you so I can come back and tell people how you were one of the only reasons why I enjoyed Magnet. Please let me read your screenplay one day!! To Ms. Akery, I leave our heartfelt conversations, the strength of poetry, and the official title of my favorite person at Magnet despite never having had a class with you. You have made me feel truly seen during my last years at Magnet and it has meant the world to me. 

I, Mebron Jorvy Cayabyab, being of nonchalant mind and a 5’7 slice of heavenly body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following to the Dirty Birds, consisting of Noah Johnson, Sophia Leclerc, Emerson Rampey, Molly Schweickhardt, Oliver Ball, Erin Baylock, Amara Buelk, Jordy Mclean, Abby Abigail Youmans, Chase Sutcliffe, and Destiny Craft, I hereby leave the legacy of the Dirty Bird’s to y’all. I hope you guys continue doing Dirty Birds next year with the same passion and rhythm that I tried my best to show when I first joined Dirty Birds. I hope you keep the positive and fun energy going when I’m gone.It has been a blessing to play drums with y’all. Love from Blood Hawk. To the Jazz Band, consisting of Maria Cymbalyuk, Jacob Somsky, Samuel Persinger, and Daniel Roberts, I hereby leave the jazzband to y’all. Keep it jazzy and have fun. I am grateful to you guys for you have made my last time playing in jazz a fun and memorable experience. Thank you guys, it’s been great. To the Seaperch Robotics Team consisting of Shahyad Khamnei, Nora Cheng, Boris Pekar, Noa Wallen, and Tina Liu, I hereby leave you guys the Seaperch, that is all. Good luck. You guys will need it. To Noa Wallen, I hereby leave you the Kpop club and my kindness. Especially kindness since we both know you need a lot more than I do. Keep practicing the dance moves we rehearsed and lead the dance club to nationals, 안녕히 가세요. . To Jacob Somsky, I hereby leave you my guitar spirit and soul. Rock on my dude and never stop playing. 

I, Anson Clark, being of disorganized mind and energetic body do hereby bequeath the following items: To Arcade Crouse and Oli Wilson, I (and Anna Leigh Tangeman) leave the Spectrum Club, with hopes that it will continue to grow and flourish, and continue to be the most chaotic club in the school. To whoever receives parking spot 171, I leave you with my galaxy themed parking spot, in which I haphazardly splattered paint around. 

I, Lilly Claypoole, being of indecisive mind and fragile body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following…To Carolyn Selvidge, I leave you ownership of the “injured people lane”, doing abs instead of running, fast times, icy hot, trips to physical therapy, a broken back, and the Parkshore vs. Northbridge rivalry. To Kennedy Mackie, I leave Carolyn Selvidge and the strength to swim for one more year. To Andrew Nichols, I leave rides to LTP with Daniel and Genevieve and the best comeback season yet. To Caleb Anderson, I leave a spot in my car, punishment runs around the track, Jersey Mike’s, and the ability to overcome Coach Cooney by the end of the season. To John Lewis Silveston, I leave full custody of Jesse Claypoole; help him make the basketball team this year, and make sure he doesn’t blow all of his money on protein powder. I also leave you ownership of the cul de sac, take good care of it. To Thomas Hershey and Mac Grubb, I leave a game of pong, the Charleston Day legacy, and a couple of sleeping bags. Use them wisely. To Evie Walldorf, I leave my hot pink prom dress, Lululemon, many more haul stories, and good knees. To Mr. Cosgrove, I leave supervision over our lunch table and a house in Ireland. And last but not least, to Addie Hanna, my birthday twin, I leave the iconic 2018 Honda CRV in your namesake, parking spot 11, carpools to the infamous Danny Jones (speaking of, I also leave you a new practice pool), endless conversations about school drama, a certain someone’s school ID, many almost car wrecks on the Don Holt, my broken ankles, nasty protein bars, “Let’s Groove” on repeat, and a bearable last two years full of dead bugs on the Academic Magnet Swim Team with our favorite, Coach Cooney.

I, Mary Compton, being of caffeine-dependent mind and fidgety body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Eliza Compton, I leave memories of our morning trips to Dunkin and Chicfila and surprise slaps in the hallway. May you learn to love driving Opal Meadow when the time is right. It goes without saying that my dorm futon can be a second home to you. To Lily Hutson and Zoe Hutson, I leave all my love and affection, a continued love for Raptor soccer, and many, many UofSC visits and gamedays. May you continue to be like little sisters to me. To Louisa Mulvey, I leave babysitting duties for Eliza and almost getting pulled over twice. To Abby Brauchle, I leave correct checkmarks, lots of winning sweepstakes, and crappy DECA role plays. To Hammond Unger and Chandler Grace Geghan, I leave the French National Honor Society. I hope you never grow tired of eating crepes and that you become besties with Dr. Altman and Mr. Jent. To Dr. Altman I leave animal noises and a tiny jar of nutella. To Mr. McCormick I leave my love for Pink and ABBA, interrupted lunches in Mrs. Aydlette’s room, and my one-minute late tardies. To Mrs. Yackey, I leave a bag of dirt and a random, but heartfelt “I love you.” To Lulu Massenet and Maria Cymbalyuk I leave a love for Distinguished Young Women and memories of that godforsaken fitness routine. To the freshmen of my Spanish 1 class, thank you for making class interesting. I hope that you find a love for languages like me and that one day you’ll be a senior slumming it in French 1 and still getting mistaken for a freshman. To Mattie Vermette and Hanna Ismail, I leave hemp lotion and my Celsius addiction. To Magnet I leave evidence that you can in fact finish senior year even though it feels like you’ll die trying. I leave the joy of only applying to three colleges and going to a state school after four years of try-harding.

I, Mackay Collins, being of unethical mind and striated body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following: To Cooper Mitchell, I leave a police radar scanner and funfetti cake mix; To Boris Pekar, I leave the wide receiver position; To Tate Brown, I leave an ice pack for after each game next year; To Ransome Husdon, I leave the suspect ripped lacrosse shorts; To McRae Wallace, I leave another year of second line middie 🙁 ; To Joe Dragich, I leave a BIcycle; To Keveon Ford, I leave Marty to stretch your legs after every game; and finally To Donovan Hamilton, I leave Coach White to make up random routes for you to run.

I, Hallie Cole, being of anxious mind and tired body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following: To Kristen McCleod, I leave my spot #007 and the best senior year imaginable. To Finlay Palmer, I leave 100 boats in need of strapping and all of my (now somewhat depleting) Spanish language knowledge. To Laurel Wallace, I leave a sketchbook so you have something to doodle in during class other than yourself and the ability to never be on Joey’s opposite side when carrying the boat. And lastly to Mr. Cosgrove, I leave a never ending box of scones and an extra hour added to the day so that you can work on all of your side projects.

I, Phoebe Covode, being of anxious mind and tired body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Maryn Tombs I leave a swim carpool, drive safely to Park West. To Addie Hannah a pre homecoming game slice in the Moes parking lot. To Sophia Locasio I leave you bloody knees at D4 and my 51 of my goals. To Annie Cagle I leave a pre-practice slice, a celsius, the other 51 of my goals, and the strength to continue to play next year. To Chandler Grace I leave helping out with the lacrosse team and the ball bucket. To Street Wilson I leave the song “Who Says” by Selena Gomez. To Sousa and Holly I leave the defense, keep CC safe. To Carolyn, Caleb Anderson, and Andrew Nichols, I leave the swim team, lots of cheering, some more good luck, and dead bugs. To amhs_lax and Andrew Moise I leave a stuffed puff from the local CVS. To Emma M, Maryn, and Natasha I leave show and tells, rolls of film, and yellow streaky pictures. To Lauren Faust I leave a Dunkin Donuts and beach trip with some weird friends. Last but not least, to the rest of raptorsglax and raptorswim I leave the best of luck and lots of good times.

I, Brett Cox, being of questionable mind and hopefully soon to be tan body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Andrew Moise I leave a lacrosse rule book, so you maybe will finally stop slashing. To Joe Dragich I leave my fandom of the Charlotte Hornets, the website hornet.com to go along with it, and a coffee grindr for your caffeine addiction. To Thomas Clershey and James King I leave the highs and (many) lows of the D- Middie rotation, maybe one of you will make it to the offensive rotation, but I don’t know if anyone has escaped the D-Middie trap before. To Shane Hoffman I leave the nickname East Moriches, you may have thought it was gone, but it will never fully die. To Mac Grubb I leave an unrestricted driver’s license, so you can continue in your chase of the baddies. To Ian Smith I leave some catnip for your kittens. To Jackson Ethredge I leave the sound of your bone crunching hits, the memory of you running over Adam Frye so hard his pants fell down, and I leave girls from other schools. To Tucker Engelke and Armando Reyes I leave the playful spirit of football practices, make sure they never become too serious. To Tate Brown I leave an appointment at 65 Gadsden St, and to Cooper Mitchell I leave an appointment at 9150 Medcom Street. To Ransome Hudson I leave my few memories of Porter Gaud Bantam football, thank god we left that place. To Kristen Mcleod I leave a guy that is not a jerk and not boring, and I leave good decisions; please actually make them. To Emma Morrison I leave many more of John O’Neill’s raps, and maybe a non-shared room in Awendaw, we’ll see. To Connor Sawall I leave useless sports stats that you will somehow manage to memorize and I leave the raptor football blind optimism. To Keveon Ford and Donovan Hamilton I leave the fraction of Raptor Football offense that will be left, and to Sammy Cooper I leave the keys to the raptor defense; may the bulk never stop. To Keaton Murray I leave the future of the entire football team, good luck, it all weighs on your shoulders. Finally to Boris Pekar I leave Emily Pilla(Not really mine to give so ask Wes first). Peace out Magnet. It’s been fun.

I, Aditi Das, being of now-healthy mind and failing body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Abby Brauchle, I leave … “see Lulu Grubb’s will”. To Radhika Pandey, I leave you your own food during lunch and my soul & spirit because what would you do without me. To Ellyse Ramos, I leave you you-know-what trauma and constant chats about you-know-what trauma. To Lilly Skinner, I leave you the struggle of math, the pictures of your math notes and physics notecards, and my love for Olivia Rodrigo (can’t believe you actually went to that concert). To Emma Herrin, I leave you the need to plot against Gracen and all my resources to do so. To the rest of Magnet, I leave you nothing because no. 

I, Augustus Dickinson, being of geek mind and flam body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following…My chin strap to Jack Houseal.

I, Teagan Domm, being of large mind and lanky body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Eliana Collier, I leave an endless supply of romance books, an admission to UMich, and many more Thomas Gipson sightings at Trader Joe’s. I also leave endless luck with coming up with Spanish puns for your Kahoot names, but you have to share it with Millie and Katherine. To Millie and Katherine, I leave impeccable pronunciation of the entire Spanish language, and also Katherine’s grandpa’s name. To Abby Haro, I leave early morning walks downtown instead of 5 mile runs. To Gabby Do, I leave my spot on the AMHS Girls Cross Country team. Consider it, you’d be amazing. To Gabby and Abby, I leave my dual Prom/Homecoming Queen legacy. You can split as you see fit. To Shay Seim, I leave another year at Magnet. You need it. 

I, Mikhael Douglass, of caffeinated mind and shaking body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Kristen McLeod I leave you the title of Thee Party Hostess, a ring doorbell, and a Spirit Leader title. To Madelyn Hall, I leave my 10-punch card to Orange Spot. May many of your senior mornings be blessed with Coffee Cake or Chocolate Chip muffins. Additionally, I would like to grant you and one other of your choosing to be a Spirit Leader. To Emma Morrison, I leave my parking spot. It’s a pain to get to after school, but with enough gas and audacity, you too can leave the parking lot before 3:32. Also to Kristen McLeod, I leave my spot in the senior lounge. I know you have been waiting 3 long years, so the corner seat of the couch by the chargers is hereby yours. To Emily Pilla, I leave you the title of Coolest Member of Student Council. If you don’t end up doing it, that’s okay because you can also have my lunch table. To Robin Adams, I leave you a full bottle of mascara, and only that because I know how much you love it. To JB O’Neal I leave you the title of Best Quidditch Player, and expect that you lead the team next year. To Lulu Massenet, I leave you many wonderful laughs in any math class of your choosing, as well as my replacement as every teacher’s favorite student. To Willa Jones, I leave you the smartest host responsibility. Good luck. To Hadley Shaw I leave endless amounts of infinite physics knowledge. May next year treat you well, and good luck. To Catherine Gill I leave you the title of Baddest Physics B Word. Finally, everything else good and grand about my life will default to Mrs. Yackey, because she deserves it.

I, Francis Drake, being of prodigy mind and D1 athlete body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Maria Cymbalyuk, I leave a tennis success story as well my three unreturned uniforms. To Catie Gill and Dylan Geddis, I leave adventures in the Sequoia as well as the clutchest matches. To Moyu Yamaguchi, I leave whatever brainpower I have left after math madness, not that you need it. To Mary Blake Hand, I leave TropSmooth, permission to always play doubles and/or TTF at practice, and my formal acceptance to join a Somers and Mary Blake Sunday Dock Day (yay!). To Laura Robertson, I leave full authority over THE amhs girls tennis practice playlist, my treasured hair ties, and fun waves in the hallway. To both of you guys, I leave the entirety of Snee Farm Country Club as well as its dust storms– take it or leave it. To Angela Mei, on the behalf of the graduating seniors of Rho Kappa, I leave the entire club. Like you are the only member to remain… carry on our mission (though not entirely sure what that is?) To Chloe Trowman, I leave LTP drama and two partially broken eye-coaches, and to Kaia Reiter I leave my best wishes for a healthy tennis season. And finally, to the SOA kid who always competed with me for first out of the parking lot, I leave you sweet, sweet victory.

I, Bowen Enright, being of rapidly declining mind and sexy body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following…To Gannon Rose, Chase Dillon, and Maysen Ronchetto I leave the mantle of the wrestling team in their tiny baby hands. To Chase Dillon or Gannon Rose (arm wrestle for it) I leave my parking spot 199 should they want it, so they don’t have to mooch rides to Danny Jones after practice. To Gannon Rose I leave my spare singlet, as he mooched it for a match once and Chase will still be too short. To Chase Dillon I leave my sense of humor, because that boy not funny. To Blake Boyd I leave my dance moves that I may or may not have.

I, Kevin Fan, being of questionable mind and difficult body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Irene Liu, I leave a song recommendation for the Princeton application and a request to drive me to school. To Alan Zhang, I leave a great senior year. TAliza Zhang I leave all of the sandwiches from Starbucks. To Conner Li, I leave some Tums. To Noa Wallen, I leave a perfect Chem Lab titration and my professional opinions about prom. To Pierson Tobin, I leave what little Spanish language ability I have, as well as Emilia. To Abram Shuler, I leave a largemouth bass. To Abdu El-Shewy, I leave Boe Jiden, and possibly Boe Jidenn as well. To Kira Hammerick, I leave plenty of sleep. To Nora Cheng, Noa Wallen, Sean Khamnei, Boris Pekar, Tina Liu, and the future SeaPerch team, I leave many many waterlogged motors and the confidence required to present an ROV made functional 20 minutes before competition. To Spence Cox, Moyu Yamaguchi, Vishwa Veeraswamy, and the Academic Team, I leave another first place win. Two in a row?

I, Sophia Fetten, being of ardent mind and lithe body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Courtney Hall, I leave a bag full of tees, endless enthusiasm and sarcasm, the responsibility of hyping up the team, and a golf cart ride around the course. To Maryn Tombs, I leave a huge hug and parking spot 135. To Emily Pilla, I leave a hole in one, and an acceptance at any school your heart desires, may your hard work carry you far (you can visit me at William and Mary any day). To Evie Heath I leave Grace Griffin and to Grace Griffin, I leave Evie Heath. I leave you both singing filled car rides and the best group of freshmen next year. May the two of you stay close and carry the golf team to victory. To Anna Hope Jordan, I leave a united senior class, a mailbox, and a spot in my dorm room anytime. To Sophia Taber, I leave my name, Ms. Desbrow’s full ride to Duke and any ivy she was accepted to, and title as the kindest soul to ever attend Magnet, you are truly perfect. 

I, Marshall Fleming, being of unstable mind and stable body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Vishwa Veeraswamy, I leave a baseball bat with fresh grip tape. God knows you need it, also a new pair of cleats while I’m thinking about it. To Jason Ward I leave a new job, where you get better employee benefits. You’re also going to need a bucket of pitching balls as commander of the bullpen next year. Lastly, I leave you a double-digit strikeout performance against every region team. To the both of you I leave captainship of the baseball team; keep the traditions going, and keep putting the boys in shape. To Garrett Griffin, I leave a GPS running watch, you need one so bad. To Noah Budolf, Ronan Kotz, and Justin Womble, I leave a good summer of running and a state championship in November. To all five of you, I leave the best cross country team in the state; trust the process, good things are coming. I also leave y’all the PR CHAIN (if I ever remember to give it to you). To McRae Wallace, I leave a new truck, not bought on facebook marketplace, that can tow your boat. I also leave you the ability to spit game and the wide receiver spot on the football team. To Griffin Stiegman, I leave the comedy captainship of the baseball and cross country team. To Lucas Reed, I leave a big bottle of glove conditioner and a glove mallet to get right before games. To Joey Benich, I leave the left field of Deer Park as you now command the outfield. To Emily Pilla, I leave a lifetime supply of taco bell, Boris Pekar, your mom’s snapchat, and all of the homework answers you could ever need. To Karina Raykova, I leave a big box of Liquid IV’s, an injury free rugby season, and hella gains in the gym. To Kristen McLeod, I leave a fresh outdoor candle, a less complicated toilet, and a new set of reclining furniture. This time you need to get the ones with massaging seats and the USB ports. To Alan Zhang, I leave those weird glasses we had in Francesca’s backyard that one time. I also leave you a limit this duck season and a tag-out on turkeys next April. To Micheal Donoho, I leave parking spot 123. To Chase Roberts and Ransome Hudson, I leave Daniel Island. To Thomas Martin, I leave a batting average above .400 as well as a cast and blast boat with a gator tail, and a fresh tube of eye black. To Beatty Cummings, I leave an outfielder’s glove, the ability to secure the bag, and a .400 plus batting average. To Connor Sawall, I leave an arm-care program, a lifetime of black undershirts, and a freshly sharpened pencil and scorebook. To the Cross Country Team Freshman I leave four years of dominating the Charleston Area in races, good luck fellas. To the Baseball Team Freshman I leave a new set of rakes and field working tools so that Deer Park is looking good next season. To Sam Solari, I leave a big container of smelling salts so you can go yard. To Mateo Guerrero, I leave a new pair of baseball cleats. To Max Peters, I leave another season as DH, absolutely raking. To the Bird Cage I leave you Alan Zhang, Chase Roberts, and Vishwa Veeraswamy as spirit leaders, they will keep the traditions going. To Academic Magnet Athletics, I leave a win against Bishop England in every sport. To The Academic Magnet High School, I leave my fighting spirit and unconditional love for the school. I also leave all of my temporary ID’s on the ceilings of the bathrooms.

I, Julian Ford, being of tired mind and sleep deprived body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following…To Sammy Cooper, I leave the memory of Schnell’s car during football season, may the bass ever melt your brain. To Ashleigh Smith, I lost the game. To Nate Markin, I leave the face off x. To Jack Houseal, I leave the memory of your plane identification, may one day I send you a picture of a plane I fly and you ID it. To Kevon Ford, I leave the power of the Ford last name, may it serve you well on the football field. To Donovan Hamilton, I thank you for introducing me to taki sunflower seeds. To Henson Norvell, good luck cuz. To Luke Vazquez, I leave my football D Line spot, may two A linemen be slower and smaller than three A linemen. To Jay Bearden, I wish you luck on your Academy endeavors. To Andrew Nichols, god’s speed in the cage. And lastly also to Sammy Cooper I leave your Eminem hair cut, may it never see the light of day again.

I, Jake Freudenheim, being of optimistic mind and lanky body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Tate Brown, I leave a subway sandwich with extra extra mayo and some “subs” if you know what I mean. To Michael Donoho, I leave junior year car rides and all the bangers on go0d, as well as aux in the weightroom. To Aj Silber, I leave Spanish grade comparisons and fantasy football studying. To Baze Duckworth, I leave a promised golf round and some padding for your bedroom floor. To Walker Bauknight, I leave the responsibility of the basketball team and dad sits. To Pierson Tobin, I leave the “do not come” meme and c bum’s program. To Jack Quinn, I leave a copy of The Great Gatsby to read before games and an APES study guide. To Lucas Reed, I leave an “and 1” scream during a clean play with an airball. To Will McCullough, I leave a rubbing cream for your upper back after squatting. To McRae Wallace, I leave an eraser so you can get off Mrs. Hooffstetter’s whiteboard. To Chase Roberts, I leave a fire semi party. To Ransome Hudson, I leave a drink so you don’t have to steal McClains. To Cole Davis, I leave a lyrics sheet to “Blueberry Faygo” and a barbell. To Lucas Browder, I leave a speedy recovery and a few pickup games. To James Pruting, I leave the Mamba Mentality. To Logan Burns, I leave a transportation method to get to crunch and a spot. To Mac Grubb, I leave the far future of magnet sports and a tutorial on how to fail a squat. To Academic Magnet, I leave four great years. 

I, Maggie Garrigan, being of mysterious mind and profoundly tired body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following…To Emma Benton and Aislynn Piihl, I leave the captain and assistant captainship of the AMHS Softball Team. I also designate Abby Brauchle and Izzy Bogstad as Spirit Captains for the 2023 season. I know all of your unfaltering abilities to make us laugh and cheer will serve you and the team well. Also, one of you has to be the bad cop. Trust me. To Embre Slack and Elaina Seymour, I leave taking one for the team. I know sometimes it’s hard, but you’ve both done it beautifully and I can’t thank you enough. To Miss Riley Beasenburg, also known as BEEZY, I leave always being the tallest one on the field and RELAXING. To the sweet Miss Ella Chapman and Miss Sadie Bowlin, I leave screenshotting everything without shame, sneaky pregame lunches, and the password to the softball Instagram. I love you both and am proud of you two staying true to yourselves this season. To Spence Cox and Ava Peterson, I leave the AMHS Peer Mentoring Program. I hope that Mikhael, Anna Leigh and I did a good enough job showing you that it is and always will be a team effort. Delegate, compromise, and most importantly, be understanding and patient. To Caleb Anderson and Oliver Biddle, I leave my boyfriend’s hair care routine: it’s literally Dial soap. Caleb: your hair is already at the point of no return. Might as well try anything now. To my mentees (you know who you are), I leave Halloween candy and wayyyy too many Google Forms Surveys. I hope I imparted enough wisdom onto you all this year, and if you need anything else, you have my number. To Mr. Cosgrove, I leave bald jokes, Dave’s Killer Bagels, and a short anecdote. Thank you for being a huge part of my Magnet support system and for constantly doing the absolute most you can for every Magnet student you meet. To Mrs. Yackey and Mrs. Calabrese, I leave my thanks. I could not have gotten through the responsibilities of Head Coordinator without your guidance, input, and constant grace. Most importantly, to my brother Miles Garrigan, I leave making it your day. I hope it’s not too weird at school next year without me, but you know where to find me if you need me, and I know you’ll be just fine on your own because of the independent, forward-thinker you’ve become. Finally, to all future magnet students, I leave one piece of advice: you are you and no one else. Make choices not because of how they may seem to your peers, but because of how they make you feel and how they affect your future, because you’re the one who has to live in it. 

I, Genevieve Geils, of stubborn mind and clumsy body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Addie Hanna, I leave the courage to stay on the swim team, a spot with me in the back of the lane for warm down, and my one broken nail still somewhere outside of LTP. I also leave some hope that you can find someone better to complain with. To Andrew Nichols, I leave a peculiar bang energy mixture and four rained-on bookbags in the back of Daniel’s truck. To Warren Cohn, I leave some luck in your chess games and the strength to save someone at the pool if you ever have to. To Jillian Vollmer, Josie Vollmer, Cate Arrants, and Lindsay Gunn, I leave some rides to practice, Tropical Smoothie, and many laughs. Thanks for being the best carpool and I wish you luck in your remaining years of high school 🙂 To Carolyn Selvidge, Lily Burnette, and Warren Cohn, I leave the Northbridge Terrace Pool and David Rieder. To Caleb Anderson, I leave 20 minutes of deadbugs and some yelling from Coach Cooney. To Cole Davis, I leave another video of Jake Freudenheim telling you he loves you. To Lucas Browder, I leave Cole Davis. Please take care of him. To James Prutting, I leave a seat at our lunch table always. Lucas and Cole still need to earn their spot. Finally, to all juniors on the AMHS Swim Team, I leave the swimming Instagram page. Andrew and Caleb have the password somewhere. Make sure to keep up the good pics. Carolyn, I am counting on you to keep it active. I love you all and good luck <3

I, Grant Goldsmith, being of Christian mind and built-by-frisbee body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following: To Izzy Wilson and Ava Peterson, I leave ownership of the Grant’s Yelling Support Group and year-long attendance to frisbee practice, unlike those who betray us in the spring. To Grace Gast, Abby Youmans, and Campbell Lesher, I leave copious amounts of hair ties. To Sean O’Brien, I leave a love-hate relationship with Chick-Fil-A. To Noah Johnson, I leave the title of “Superior” and the position of resident FCA representative to the frisbee team. To Katie Jones, Rutledge Sander, Noah Boudolf, Justin Womble, Garrett Griffin, Joey Benich, Brinley Clendaniel, Ella Moore, Emerson Medlin, Li Li Thornley, Nora Cheng, Ella Sanders, and Julia Gulledge, I leave the task of panicking to come up with a game during 3rd block on Wednesdays. To Carter Dryden, I leave Tom Meara.

I, Lulu Grubb, being of confused mind and sleep-deprived body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following: To Grace Reuben I leave all the Computer Science talent and 20/20 vision that we lacked in CSA this year. To you and Emma Herrin I leave Rold Gold Honey Wheat pretzels. May they make you Johns Hopkins lacrosse commits. To Street Wilson I leave waiting outside Danny Jones and picking the playlist on the way home. May it always include lots of Taylor Swift. To Evie Walldorf I leave the last stop in the 7-person carpool. To Sean Khamnei, I leave doing Physics labs an hour before they’re due. Good luck. To Thomas Hershey, I leave a taste in music. Hopefully over the next 3 years you will find at least one song to request. To Holly Manning, I leave finding the beach sweep supplies for Key Club. I also leave getting a ride from every basketball game. May you never be stuck in Colleton County. To Abby Brauchle, see Claudia Rose’s will. To Chandler Grace Ghegan, I leave transporting the ball bucket to all the games. To Sophia Locasio, I leave the lacrosse Spotify playlist. May you add and remove all the songs you want. To Annie Cagle, I leave you many more Olive Garden visits and lacrosse tournaments. May you always score lots of goals and win all the competitions. To the lacrosse team, I leave a win against Phillip Simmons. May you continue the rivalry and seek vengeance. To the basketball team, I leave the bench. To Mac, I leave the “Grubb” name. You are now officially the coolest Grubb at Magnet, even though you probably always were. I also leave you the two Pilots. If I’ve left anyone out of the will, I’m sorry, and I leave you whatever you want. I won’t need any of it. Thanks for a good two years!

I, Jack Hill being of slow mind and idle body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Jacob Burke I leave all my amazing spanish skills and friendship with Mrs. Colon. And to Carter Griffin I leave the honorary freshman position on the team, as well as a spot right next to Tate on the bench. Also, to Mr. DeVenio I leave my Clemson periodic table to add to your collection. To Kristen Mcleod I leave my sweatshirts that you seem to enjoy so much. To Kofi Ayiku I leave the ability to miss every shot taken during a big game. 

I, Caroline Horton, being of tired mind and farmers-tanned body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following…To Caroline Tiller and Brinley, I leave a forest green Subaru Outback. To Graycen Lankford, I leave a big ‘thank you’ for being my running buddy and your dream PR next season. To Marty and the AMHS elevator, my knee and I leave many thanks. To the AMHS Girls Cross Country team, I leave the best 2023 season, good weather, and no injuries. To the future occupant of parking spot 17, I leave speed, good LTE service, and the knowledge that yes, it does take two gallons of paint to cover a parking spot. To Jack Quinn and Li-Li Thornley, I leave rolling chairs from the art classroom. 

I, Zane Hull, of excited mind and tired body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Aiden Hanna and Sunshine Holstead, I leave the beloved Creative Writing Club in your capable hands. I look forward to seeing it bloom even further next year. To Lizzie Matthews, I leave the Creative Writing Discord server. Just don’t let the power go to your head; last thing we need is another attempted coup. To Ivy Spell, I send you my condolences for murdering your sleep schedule several times over. Here’s to all our cursed moments on call at 3am. To Kelly Sutcliffe, I leave you with a simple instruction: Keep Writing. I expect amazing things from you. To Emma Fang and Lillian Osborn, our wonderful freshies, I wish you all the luck in the world for your upcoming years. Stick together and I think the two of you could probably make it in one piece. To Jordy McClean, I send you toads and my regards. To Mrs. Shifflette, I send lots of love. You were a wonderful club supervisor, and I’m going to be crushed when I won’t get to see you every week anymore. However, it will probably be for the best; you’ll probably have your hands full with the new wave of chaotic future authors. To all of my teachers over the past four years, I give you all of my respect. Without your help, I would never have gotten as far as I have. To all of the Creative Writing Club, I leave with you with all of my love. You truly made these last two years special for an old pigeon like me, and you deserve the world. I love you all and I’ll miss you all deeply. XOXO, Zane.

I, William Hyatt, being of robust mind and steez body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. First, for my rising sophomores. To Noah Orza, I leave your old haircut. Seriously, don’t ever do that to us again bro. To Donovan Hamilton, I leave endless saved chats in every group chat. To Mac Grubb, I leave a sigma persona and the entire success of the lacrosse team in future years. To Keveon Ford, I leave an offensive line, but you can take that for what it’s worth. And to Ian Smith, I leave a fresh litter of kittens. Next, for my upcoming juniors. To Connor Sawall, I leave all things Boston sports. To Harrison Crites, I leave Connor Sawall. To Jackson Ethredge (and Sammy Cooper though you’re not a junior), I leave all remaining physicality on the football team. And lastly, for my new seniors; I can’t believe you’re all grown up. To Tate Brown, I leave quarterback, jersey #17, and good health. To Cooper Mitchell and Andrew Moise, I leave Tate. Please protect him next year. To Emma Morrison and Robin Adams, I leave Boba tea. I am forever indebted to you both for changing my life. To Mary Blake Hand, I leave our long snapchat streaks with absolutely no dialogue. To Emily Pilla and McRae Wallace, I leave the struggle of Señora Colon’s Spanish class. To Kristen McLeod, I leave endless cases of fancy water and the party scene next year which you must now carry. And lastly, to Walker Bauknight, Chase Roberts, and Ransome Hudson, I leave the Daniel Island lineage. Our species at Magnet is fleeting, and you guys are among the last ones left. Hold up our name and our history brothers. Go Ospreys!

I, Emma Helen Inman, being of spontaneous mind and short body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Anna Hope Jordan, I leave you broken mailboxes and crying in front of your dad. I am still traumatized from that night.To Evie Inman, I leave you my parking spot, protect it at all costs, the painting is my prized possession. If you ever paint over it, you will have to face my wrath. To Evie Walldorf, I leave you sunset pics and goodwill adventures. I also leave you your mom’s yummy vitamins! To Andrew Moise, I leave you a hug for Annie, my t-shirt, and cantaloupe. I also leave you sunscreen, use generously. To Carolina Carrara: I leave you our soon-to-be coffee date. To Marina Barnes: I leave you a rotten apple near my lunch table and $5! To Maya Thompson, Sophia Taber and Robin Adams, I leave you French class, watch over Dr. Altman in her final years at Magnet. To Catherine Clyburn, I leave you yearbook and the endless pursuit to finish spirit week spreads. Hopefully next year, it doesn’t take a whole 9 weeks. To Sacha Skaff, I leave you FCA meetings, or your lack thereof. To Lawton Harper, I leave you elf shoes. To Alden Evans, I leave you hot junior boy. To Kristen McLeod, I leave you Bridgerton. To Emily Pilla, I leave you a hug whenever you need it. To Dakota Hasty, I leave you a smile and a kiss for your head. Never stop being encouraging to others and building them up for whenever they just need a hug. You are truly the best ever. Slay the day! To Mr. Jent, I leave you Betty Davis. And finally, to Jack Houseal, I leave you country music, crazy 8’s, curb rash, a metto mocha latte, and Bob’s boat. Make sure you come and visit me in Auburn next year, I’ll be waiting for you… <3

I, Caley Jacobs, being of stout mind and oafish body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following…To Coach Alister, I leave a pot of gold and many numbers to chase. RAH RAH. To Charlie Zaifert, I leave a new pair of sweatpants. Sorry. Also a pillow, blanket, and spot on my couch at college. To Sadie Hoertdoerfer, I leave a spot on my dorm floor and su madre…. Just kidding, much love, and I’ll give you a pillow. To Charlie and Sadie, I leave my exceptional decision-making skills and my phone number to call if you ever get into trouble (or just want to hear one of my many stories). To Alan Zhang, I leave a strap and two reds. To Tate Brown, I leave the rights to Beck Dean. To Emma Morrison, I leave every bandaid in my possession because Jesus Christ. Please come visit me but leave your bad luck at home. Love you. To Maya Thompson, I leave my finest gems (uncut)… and Boris. Muahahaaha. To Kristen McLeod, I leave many more flower bouquets and garage chats. My dorm is always open to you. Also to Kristen McLeod, I leave the Academic Magnet Girls Varsity Soccer Team’s worst tradition, the silent gucci. This gives you rights to be the coolest. Use it well. To Boris Pekar, I leave you some henny. Remain a menace. To Ms. Snelgrove, I leave so many thanks. I owe my future pursuits entirely to you. To Mattie Vermette and Hanna Ismail, I leave every ounce of confidence. You guys will do so great in life and I am excited to watch you grow. Lastly, to Charlie Zaifert and Emma Morrison jointly, I leave our bible study tradition and the responsibility to recruit the next generation. 

I, Socks Jones, of derelict mind and incorporeal body, do hereby leave behind the following: 

To Nyx Reese and Izzy Wilson, I leave you both my seat on the bus. Do I know you won’t sit together? Yes, and let the fight for who gets the most superior place on the whole bus be one to remember through the ages. To my Creative Writing Gremlins, I leave you lot a bag of Doritos split down the middle and strewn across the floor of Mrs. Shifflette’s room, several of Verne’s horrendous dad jokes, and a particularly sweaty dog man. To Arcade, I bequeath unto you the authority required of you to shout out into the lecture hall so as to garner the attention of your peers so they may shut up. To Abdu and Kira, I give to you the best of luck in crafting the best adventures you can in the coming year, DnD Club is lucky to have you both. To the senior lounge I leave several games of Cards Against Humanity, more popcorn than is probably healthy, at least 10 of my pens which will never be found again, and all of the “I will do this later”s to be said through study hall in years to come. To Mrs. Shifflette, I leave you infinite patience for the Creative Writing Club in the years to come and the lofty honor of still being the only teacher to ever give me lunch detention. To Ms. Orr, I leave you the hope that the next batch of seniors you get in your study hall will be as interesting as the one this year (though I doubt it!) To all my teachers of the past 4 years, I leave to you my thanks for all the support offered, all the personal growth which I have made, and a general feeling of admiration I have regarding your wherewithal shown no matter the circumstances put in your path. Your work has enabled me to be successful and come to grow not only academically but personally, and for that I am forever grateful. I wish you all the best in the years to come. 

I, Amelia Kitchens, being of sarcastic mind and impatient body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following…To Maysen Ronchetto, I leave the ability to be absolutely insane and not care what people think. I developed this skill much too late in life, but I know that you have always had it. So don’t lose it. I also leave you a procrastination coupon. May your essays always be written the night before and may the due date truly be the DO date. To Brinley Clendaniel, I leave all my tardies from this year. May you never get another one. I know we are supposed to only leave stuff in our wills, but I’ve decided to take something from you, Brinley. I am taking your worry. You have absolutely no reason to stress, you are amazing, talented, and smart, so stand up tall, (or as tall as you can) and own it! To JB O’Neal, I leave random spanish conversations, our “sci fi story about the christmas log who took revenge on those spoiled kids”, and that look I gave you when I didn’t understand a word on the spanish news. To Griffin Stiegman, I leave your final year at magnet (I hope). Please fill it with all the insanity you can muster. To Jack Quinn, I leave you the Javelin Team, Wednesdays in General, and the knowledge that my family calls your dad Dr Harrison Ford. To Ava Irwin, I leave our stats class. As the only sophomore, you were more motivated than all of us. Don’t lose that, and you’ll definitely succeed at life. I’m rooting for you! To Ella Moore, I leave you your brother. Good Luck! To Elliot Romero, I leave you the Junior Class, the title of “number 1 school hater”, and your satchel. If I come back to magnet, and y’all are not selling Orange Juice in the hallways I will be thoroughly disappointed. To Noa Wallen, I leave you our Guitar 2 class. Though younger than us, you crushed it. I also leave you Confidence, never stop playing and singing! As for the teachers, you were all Amazing. To Dr, Cassidy, I leave the knowledge that you are superior. No one else could master zoom teaching like you did. To Mrs. Shifflette, I leave a Giant thank you: Thank you for teaching me how to write. Please pay no attention to the grammar of this will though. To Mrs Lankford, I leave random Shakespearean sonnets, the fact that I now love poetry (thanks to you), and future wins for the door decorating contests. To Mr. Cosgrove, I leave the ability to somehow be everywhere at once and yet nowhere at the same time. Thank you for always being there. To Ms. Pinckney, I leave you all the thanks in the world. You truly do everything for us. To Mrs. Zerbst, I leave you silence. No more playing guitar in the halls, enjoy the peace and quiet. To Mr. Perlmutter, I leave you MY MAGNET. Take care of her, cause I love her!

I, Alden Klemm, being of deteriorating mind and wiggly body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Andew Moise, I leave a chromebook that shall only malfunction on the day of a test. I do hope you use this to your advantage. To Jason Ward and Shane Hoffman I leave not only my encouragement that your future science courses shall be much more manageable, but also an endless supply of quizizz answers whenever you are in need. 

I, Charlie Kuyper, of spacey mind and fraternal body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following…To Ransome Hudson, I leave the enforcer x-factor ability and strong bones. The Raptor secondary is in your hands. To Mac Grubb, I leave all of magnet athletics and a date with MaryLide Wallace. To Alan Zhang, I leave something in the cabinet at Francesca’s house. Don’t forget. To McRae Wallace, I leave top chedda. To Kristen McCleod, I leave a clean second floor of your house after a chaotic night. To Tate Brown, I leave you good receivers and the brick wall x-factor ability. You will need it next year. To Donavan Hamilton, I leave a pair of green and orange Adidas cleats. May you carry their legacy. To Elliott Yarborough, I leave the subjunctive conjugation of ‘dire’. To Cooper Mitchell, I leave a real muddy dunk lows and a long pole. Your defensive potential is unmatched. To Keveon Ford, I leave a 2000 yd rushing season and the best kicks senior superlative. To Conner Sawall, I leave the future of the raptor offensive line. With great power comes great responsibility. To Boris Pekar, I leave the Oklahoma drill in the backyard. May we meet again. To Harrison Crites, I leave a picture with Parker White. May you exceed his ability. To Joe Dragich, I leave a song request for ‘Get Lost’ by IceJJFish. To Andrew Moise, I leave the LSM position and a ride from football practice.To Jackson Etheridge, I leave the souls of Bishop England football players. To Emma Morrison, I leave John O’Neill’s butt. To the Academic Magnet Raptors, I leave weekends without homework, a good night’s sleep, and excused tardies. 

I, Reese Laird, being of positive mind and usually sore body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following: To Emma Benton, I leave the softball team. Even though you’ve only been on the team a year, your positive attitude and work ethic amaze me and I have no doubt you will be a great captain. To Aislynn Pihl, I leave the position of junior captain to help recruit new girls and plan preseason workouts next year because that’s a lot of work for one person and Emma will need help. It is up to you all to keep the team going! To Embre Slack, I leave great respect and appreciation for stepping up to being the catcher. I don’t think I heard you complain once! To Riley Beasenburg (Beazy), I leave the best nickname out there. To Abby Braucle, I leave the task of hosting a team sleepover next year (where the team actually sleeps over lol). To Izzy Bogstad I leave lenient umps/pliers if need be. To Izzy Bogstad and AbbyBraucle, I leave the title of spirit captain and the responsibility to keep the “raptor call” going. To Elaina Seymour, I leave many years of softball together and appreciation for giving the best secret sister gifts ever. To Elliott Brady, Issac Cherry, Armando Reyes, and Ben Brock I leave newfound maturity and hopefully the ability to be slightly less annoying. Finally, to all future Magnet students, I leave lots of rest and the motivation to study, you’ll need it.

I, Lexi LeGendre, being of creative mind and I-picked-this-outfit-a-week-in-advance body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Joy Dewhirst, I leave all the art supplies I bought but have no clue how to use, and a pink picture frame for every amazing drawing you have made of me during 4A Spanish class. To Kira Hamrick, I leave all of the “you look fabulous”es in the world. You look fabulous! To Tina Liu, I leave every Daria episode and my platform shoe collection. Never stop being funny! To Izzy Justice, I leave the warmest mornings before school and all the outfits you have complimented me on, you are SO SWEET! To Ang Paredes, I leave Lana Del Rey’s entire discography, and my only copy of Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass. To Grace Albertson, I leave the biggggggggest hug in the world. To Lani Kynard, I leave all of my fairy-godmother hugs n’ kisses, and Sunday nights watching Euphoria. To my mentees, I leave support and luck for your next years of high school. To Ms. Hoofstetter, I leave celestial-print objects, a handmade pair of earrings, and afternoons spent talking about our favorite movies. Watch The Love Witch when you can! To Mrs. Yackey, I leave a big hug for you and Maddox, another frisbee, and a tie dye onesie for your baby! For Mrs. Bortz, I leave extreme gratitude for all you’ve done for me these last two years. Here’s to a lifetime. To Mrs. Akery, I leave a smile and a wave in the hallway, and the comfort of knowing you’re always available to listen. To the hallways of Academic Magnet, I leave the excitement of getting ready in the morning to wear a new outfit. I miss treating you like a runway. Sometimes, it’s worth being late!

I, Siddhartha ‘Sidd’ Malik, being of wrecked mind and back-aching body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Ty Osmond, I dedicate the title of the “Gatekeeper of the Senior Lounge” for spending so many memorable moments with us in the senior lounge, most of which consisted of losing badly in poker. To Noa Cheng and Nora Wallen, I will always end up messing yall’s names but know that you both are some of the most awesome and hardworking people I have worked with. I know seaperch is in good hands with the two of you in charge. To Shayad Khamnei and the rest of the tennis team, I leave my blessings and can only wonder how strong the tennis team will be without me. Not gonna lie, my greatest tennis moments have been losing to John McQueen. To Ms. Liang and Mr. Phillips, I give you my thanks for making our freshman year special. Finally, to Ms. Pinckney, thanks for not changing one bit since I set foot in this school as a freshman that had no clue what was going to unfold. To Magnet, this school wouldn’t be the same without you guys, with all the different twists you bring and the wonderful talent that you just need a chance to show to the world. And try to have fun while you’re at it cause you got this. Thanks for having me.

I, Lucy Manuel, being of indecisive mind and tall body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Holly Manning, dribbling drills, to Kate Gieg, a great eye roll and PGC. To Livia Carroll, the fuel to Coach Jones’ fire, Boo yah, and BG. Keep your teammates humble! To Abby Brauchle, “not being serious enough.” To Evie Walldorf, taking THE shot and making it. To Mary Blake Hand, the Group Me meme function, and to Laura Robertson, the Instagram account and an Anne themed senior night. To Maria Cymbaluk, being the only one to pull off such an awesome hair style, and to Dylan Geddis, the ability to protect Chloe from the football team and the Pisgah National Forest. To Moyu Yamaguchi and Catie Gill, keeping everyone in line during TTF. To Elliot Romero, a candy gram. To Emily Pilla and Lilly Murphy, Key Club. Have fun! To Maya Thompson and Betsy Bailey, having to listen to Cliffie and I fight on the way to school. To Emma Morrison, “energy green!” To Jack Quinn, the continuation of Señor Catlett’s legacy. To Thomas Hershey, European vending machines, to Sadie Hoertdoerfer and Charlie Zaifert, being the best duo, and to Chloe and Suzanna Carlston, the most responsible (?) of her friends, the caretaking of Cliffie. To Cliffie Manuel, slamming your foot in the car door and FC status.

I, Rebecca O’Malley Marhefka, being of tired mind and equally tired body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Livia Carroll, Ella Chapman, and Sophia Taber, I leave sweet sixteen nausea, gym dj privileges, propped open locker room doors, west ashley curbs, baskin robbins ice cream, and hallway glares. To Charlotte Halford, I leave many more years of Magnet frustration and Duolingo addictions – good luck! To Dr. Altman, I leave lots more children with the gift of gab (as Ms. Pinckney says of Clay and I), who will hopefully also get a four on the AP French Exam. To Mr. Cosgrove, I leave many fond memories of hurling and Ireland chats, with a few kickback recaps. To Ms. Pinckney, I leave the album cover worthy pics of you that I took for Mrs. Callicotts photography class – thanks for taking us outside! And to whoever sits at our sacred table (in the future-after we leave!) in the lunch courtyard, under the awning, the farthest table from anyone else eating lunch, I leave the memories of the Collin Brientenall/Lilly^2 standoff that led to a Pinckney intervention, the Nicky P carving, 3 to a seat, and the bird poop murder scene under the security camera – enjoy the best lunch table on all of the Bonds Wilson Campus. Goodbye Magnet, goodbye South Carolina, goodbye America! Good luck to all!

I, Molly Marino, being of sporadic mind and ripped body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following…To Ava Peterson, I leave the AMHS Archery Club. May your arrows always fly straight. To Fia Puckett-Rinella (This year’s Co-leader) and Jeffrey Song (Congrats on perfect sweep attendance), I leave the NHS Litter Sweep Committee. May you continue to keep our environment clean and healthy.To Graycen Lankford, I leave military academy application success. Good luck and fly high! I know you can do it.

I, Mia Matthews, being of frazzled mind and slow-moving body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Harry Ding, Jason Gould, Daniel Kagan, and Sawyer Quertermous, I leave Blue Car and the legacy that it was. To Daniel Kagan, I leave being able to order at Chick-Fil-A by yourself. To Jason Gould, I leave the shotgun spot in my car. To Andrew Nichols, I leave a functioning leg. To Caleb Anderson, I leave infinite bang energy and the ability to hype up the entire swim team. To Addie Hanna, I leave a spot on the swim team (you must stay on the team). To Maryn Tombs and Paisley Hodges, I leave SCSC (I salute you both for sticking with it). To Lilly Burnette and Julia Reed, I leave placing at State Meet (you guys are the future of the girls team). To Kyle Hertwig and Jack Troy, I leave the stroke of freestyle and destroying the competition. To everyone on the Magnet Swim Team, I leave my love and support <3! With that I am out, bye friends and good luck during the rest of your high school experience!

I, Sophie McLean, being of sarcastic mind and asthmatic body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. First, to my best friend, Evelyn Anson Walldorf, I leave saying hi to you when I am at your house. To Mattie Vermette and Hanna Ismail, I leave our randomly scheduled carpools to soccer, keep eating those cheese quesadillas for me. To Maya Thompson, I leave our beautiful dance move, the snap and foot stomp, spread the art that is the Lorax. I also leave my prized possession, Raptors on 3, do not let me down. As the previous owner once told me, “If you don’t pee when you yell, you are not doing it hard enough”. To Emma Morrison, I leave a working thumb and endless spray tans. To Kristen McLeod, I leave spell check for all the future quizlets you make. To Lily Hutson, I leave a call back from Playa Bowls for a job offer, good luck! To Sadie Hoertdoerfer, I leave a perfect soccer bun that never falls out. To Charlie Zaifert, I leave my other prized possession, the coveted role of Raptor Girls Soccer’s official team DJ. I am expecting greatness based on how loud the Jeep is before games. To the entire AMHS Girls Soccer team I leave weird sound effects when passing a ball and my hatred of heading a soccer ball. Finally, to Mr. Stackhouse, I leave an undying love for Jeff McLean and infinite uses of the word “dude”. 

I, Gabriel Medlin, being of questionable mind and Hawaiian-shirt-covered body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Lawton Harper, I leave beating Jack Houseal to sailing practice, the Pirates of the Caribbean theme song, carpool duty, and my limited knowledge of the Racing Rules of Sailing. To Ty “Ozzie” Osmond, I leave my lack of sunscreen use. To Jack Houseal, I leave ‘shorts gang’ and my car obsession. To Shane Hoffman, I leave overdone engineering projects and being the only senior in classes. To Blake Boyd, I leave awkward stares in the hallway. To Elizabeth Hample and Ada Comer, I leave the legacy of Cobb Dill. To Grace Gast I leave Cobb Dill’s golden retriever. To Thomas Hamilton, I leave pulling up boats by yourself. To Emerson Medlin, I leave being consistently 1 minute late to 1st block, fast parking lot exits, early onset senioritis, and the best of luck Junior year. Lastly, I leave my beautiful parking spot mural to be preserved by the new owners of Spot 198 and 199. 

I Gracie Mochizuki of delayed thought and tired body do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Kristen McLeod, I leave a sweet nickname and the admiration of forty year old women. To Hanna Ismail and Mattie Vermette, I leave you one dum dum each. To Sadie Hoertdoerfer and Charlie Zaifert I leave last names no one can pronounce. To Elliott Yarborough, I leave an underwater scooter. And to Mr. DeVenio, I leave Mia’s work.

I, Camille Molten, being of tired mind and sun damaged body do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following- To Mcrae Wallace, I leave you my passenger seat, Lil Loaded, and a book on anger management and one on how to interact with girls. To Emma Morrison, Sissy Hall, Robin Adams, Kristen Mcleod, Kiki Raykova, Nayna Ayaz, and Emily Pilla, I leave you table time(and the expectation that you break a few next year), a piece of carpet for you to sleep on when you come to USC, the job of keeping Mcrae Wallace and Boris Pekar safe, and the Fellowship. To Kiki, I leave you forgotten memories of sharing a toilet and an apology for our first interaction. To Emma, I leave you cookout hot dogs and La Llorona. To Emily, I leave you a plane ticket to San Diego. To Robin, I leave you William Hyatt. To Sissy, I leave naps on top of a refrigerator. To Kristen Mcleod, I leave you the hope that people will actually stop parking away from your house, the promise of never overextending an invitation ;), and a mattress for Boris Pekar. To Boris Pekar, I leave you a copyright to the phrase “This that Henny Alert” , a driver’s license, drip shoe game,, lots of knowledge of the Spanish laguage, and Youngboy interpretive dances. To Micheal Donoho, I leave you an eternal apology and a crystal collection. To Street Wilson, I leave you the job to be a spirit leader when you are a senior because I have a lot of hope in your leadership abilities. To Mr. Cosgrove, I leave OBEY merch, lots of excuses for being late to class because of our extensive conversations and the promise I will try out hurling. To Andrew Moise, I leave your chair in AP CSP and a kitchen sink for emergencies. To Alan Zhang, I leave lots of love! To Tate Brown, I leave a pong partner. To Cole Davis I leave the job of making speeches at football games. To Lukey Sutherland, I leave you lots of success at this school, even though you already have it in the bag. To Logan Burns, I leave you number 14 on the girls basketball team (her snap is ashwindham).To Ms. Dover (even though she does not work here anymore) and Ms. Fisher, a huge thank you for helping me not be truant. To Mrs. Yackey, I leave you the title of the best teacher I have ever had- you are the only one that made me almost like math for a year. To Mrs. Smith, I leave you spare forks for next time a student disrupts your entire class to use a pencil to eat an entire can of Dole peaches. To the rest of Academic Magnet, I leave a reminder to always have fun even when school is stressful and to know that even if you don’t have a perfect GPA, you are probably still swag.

I, Josh Moore, being of degrading spirit and dumptruck proportions do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following…To Chase Dillon, I leave a forged birth certificate for King Von certifying you as his father. To Gannon Rose I leave my coach Bayer message translator. You’re gonna need this one next year, take care of it. To Lawton Harper I leave gas money to drive 45 minutes to crumble to get cookies for a girl. To Blake Boyd I leave locker 197.To Troy Rachet I leave my bottle. Prove to Coach Bayer that you aren’t a shrimp.To Cy Benich I leave the strategy we developed to keep you from saying anything stupid. “Think about it, count to 5 and if I wouldn’t say it, don’t say it.” To Armando, I leave the knowledge that the key to rolling up mats is to roll Cy up in them. Please teach the team this technique.To Connor Sawall I leave two things. First a belt, because watching your squat, even on smith machine, made my back hurt. Secondly, I leave the knowledge that you were always my favorite heavyweight, even though I didn’t have any other choices.To the AMHS wrestling team, I leave the pictures of me and Chase’s mom, Kelly Franklin. Make sure to continue the tradition. To Harrison Crites I leave the footage of bus loop. May it haunt you no longer. To Jackson Ethridge and James King I leave the ability to play special Spikeball with Harrison. Enjoy this one. To Harrison Shaw, I leave respecting women. Try it a few times and you’ll get used to it. To Talia Barnes I leave a check for all the food you have given over the past year. To Joe Gaddy and Noah Orza, I leave relationship counseling. Feel free to reach out.To Noa Wallen, I leave a bts concert ticket (date to be determined) and the knowledge that you will never be as good as me at history. To Brindog Clendaniel I leave the ability to intimidate people while walking down the halls. The mantle now passes to you. May you never be scared of me again.To Mr. Cosgrove I leave the login information to a certain AMHS protest Instagram account. May the rebellion forever live on. To Mrs. Pinckney I leave a fly new pantsuit and the knowledge that you were always the best Magnet Admin #pinckneyforpresident. And finally, to my sisters Ella Moore, Maysen Ronchetto and Emerson Medlin, I leave the knowledge that in the end, a 100 and a 85 are pretty much the same thing. I’m here for moral support when you find out. 

I, Kaylin Morris, of indecisive mind and soccer-tanned body hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To the girls soccer team, my forever love and bagels. You girls are genuinely my favorite people and I wish you the best of luck in the next few years. To Coach Alister DeLong my appreciation for an amazing four years and the promise of my return at the Alumni Game. To Kristen McLeod, I leave the second bedroom on the left upstairs, the role of getting bagels for the team, a boy that actually treats you well because come on you deserve it, a night walk on King Street, evening workouts, the holy trinity, H.G., cookout, the dark parts of bold chex mix, and a place to crash at Carolina. To Emma Morrison, a functioning thumb, a new pair of white jeans, Daman’s bathroom, a staircase with no spillage, soccer clogs, and chex mix – but only the good kind. To Maya Thompson, the Lorax, Peter Holtzhuasen, and the girl’s soccer team’s most prized possession, Po. Please take care of him. To Sadie Hoertdoerfer, the ability to stay on your feet, a head (and nose) of steel, buns, “Dan”, a jar of laughter, and a new pair of sweatpants. To Charlie Zaifert, daddy, carrots, chachaznyc, an unfinished handshake, and a carton of eggs. And to Charlie and Sadie, I leave you the friendship that Caley and I have, don’t give it up. To JB O’Neal, I leave shutouts and tights without holes in them. To Christian Streck, I leave precalculus and PKs. To Kofi Ayiku, I leave the title “kele”, Chelsea soccer, and a hatrick. To Alan Zhang, I leave AP Calculus and Beck Dean. To Jack Quinn, I leave Whidbey and Parkwood Pediatrics. To Emma, Kristen, and Madelyn Hall, I leave THE group chat name. To Will Siegling I leave another scene with my sister. To Boris Pekar, I leave a key to Kristen’s house. To Addie Hanna, I leave Carolina Bay, a functioning car, and babysitting jobs. To Betsy Bailey, I leave family functions while I’m in college and the task of carrying on the family name at Magnet. To Thomas Hershey, I leave Marin Morris. To Ms. Hurt, a new stuffed animal and a newspaper class that does not argue about Tom Brady. To Mrs. Yackey, a garlic bagel and some frazzel dust. To Mrs. Calabrese, a new mug and some tea. And to the three of you, my endless gratitude. And finally, to the rest of Academic Magnet, I leave you the motivation you need to get through these next few years, a spare hour of sleep, and the hope that you will enjoy the rest of your time here. 

I, Evan Nash, being of savage mind and tired body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following…To Ben Brock, I’m leaving you with the infinite amount of passes I have given you across the box and you still missed. To Kofi Ayiku, I’m leaving you the ability to actually run and score. To Mr. Jent, I am leaving you my wonderful research paper and hope you change your disposal habits. To Mr. DeVenio, I’m leaving you Gracie’s non-existent work. 

I, Mitchell O’Dell, being of empty mind and pathetic body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following… To Ty Osmond, my crippling, incurable, constant and painful, senioritis. Also to Ty Osmond, I leave the continuous loss of pencils and lack of paper. Oh also to Ty Osmond, the wallet draining problem of gasoline. And uhhh… also to Ty Osmond, the pain and torture that is the parking lot.Once more to Ty Osmond, the 40 sources AP Research assignment that you will not try on and therefore be screwed for the ROL. And finally to Ty Osmond, GATT, my precious club that I started with one of my closest friends. Good luck kid.

I, Sam, being of questionable mind and an endlessly tired body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Abdu, I leave the presidency of Tabletop Gaming Club and with it the chaos and humor perpetually attached to each and every session. To Kira, I leave the task of holding the club together as a Co-Vice president. There is no cohesion; the goal is organized chaos. And to Joey, I leave my love and passion for Dungeons and Dragons handing him the other Vice president position and with it the responsibility of teaching new members the basics of the game.

I, John O’Neill, being of distraught mind and magnificent body, do here by announce my senior will and leave the following: To Emma Morrison, I leave you my Adam Sandler outfit that you loved so very much. To Alan Zang, I leave you driving lessons and an OnStar membership. To McRae, I thank you for comparing my personality to that of an advanced intelligence program and I leave you a gym membership. To Michael Donoho, click this link. To Vulgarity, I give y’all Starbucks gift cards and white airforces. To Harrison Crites, I leave you the sole responsibility of putting an oval-shaped brown ball between two huge yellow posts while a crowd of hundreds of screaming raptors watches your every move. To Chase Roberts, I leave you ownership of the DI Club gym. To Tate Brown, I leave absolutely nothing. To Walker Bauknight, I leave you many more number one victory royals and an awesome senior year. To Boris Pekar, I leave you all my wisdom and knowledge and pray that you can continue my legacy. To Vishwa, I request an autograph for when you’re president of the United States (This is a binding agreement that you are legally bound to). To Mac Grubb, I leave you two words of advice: be humble. To James King, congratulations, you will have the honor of wearing #50 next year on the football field. To Connor Sawall, call me anytime you need lifting advice or motivation. To Luke Vazquez, I leave the title of senior with the most cake (previously given to me by Nick Patterson in the 2021 senior wills). To John O’Neal, you are now the best ‘John O’Neill’. To Dean, I leave you a squat rack to develop your already impressive lifting talents. To Keveon Ford, I leave you the best of luck with football next year and pray you can thrive to your full potential as a Raptor. To Donovan Hamilton, I leave you the thrill of making game-changing catches and touchdowns. To Joe Dragich, Shane Hoffman, and Jackson Ethredge, my dorm room door is always open for y’all. To Andrew Moist and Ransome Hudson, Toyota gang for life. To anyone I did not include, make the best of your time at magnet. I have enjoyed every moment will y’all and will remember you with fondness for the rest of my life. 

I, Mark Owens, being of mega mind and very extremely strong body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following…To Noah Boudolf, my Thanos shirt. I expect it to be at every cross country meet and passed down for generations to come.To Justin Womble, the sanctity and responsibility of the pre-state cross country ritual.To Ronan Kotz, the responsibility of the post-state smash bros party. To Garrett Griffin, my willingness to stay on the cross country team my senior year. To Adam Kremer, the responsibility of hosting the Minecraft realm. To Colin George, eternal haunting from the rubber chickens. To Ty Osmond, the forever continuation of GATT. To all XC freshmen, my expectation that the team remain spirited and goofy. Also figure out who gets the tik tok…

I, Lauren Peagler, being of anxious mind and tired body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Lilly Skinner, I leave our walks around the Old Village, random trips to Target, rants about everything from a to z, and the mystery of which dog ate the gingerbread house. May bestie never break down again and may you always be blessed with getting out of the parking lot by 3:35pm. To Flora Majkrzak, I leave baking brownies in my kitchen, trying to get each other to like different shows (eventually I’ll watch more of The Vampire Diaries, I promise), and listening to Olivia Rodrigo, Taylor Swift, and the Pitch Perfect soundtrack on the car ride to school. I hope you get an amazing parking spot next year. To Lilly Skinner and Flora Majkrzak, I leave an everlasting friendship that I am proud to have helped create. I would like to thank bus 509 for bringing the three of us together. Please come visit me in college. To Ava Peterson and Rohan Sarkar, I leave the memory of volunteering at Summer Scholars and getting a chaotic, yet fun, group of freshmen. I’m pretty sure we played the first successful game of Mafia in Summer Scholars history. To Alden Evans, Rainn Dyce, Rose Di Mambro-Dillon, Joseph Gaddy, and all of my other mentees from years past, I leave you the best of luck for the rest of your journey at Magnet. To Mr. McCormick, I leave the knowledge that I am incredibly thankful to have had you as a bio, study hall, and AP Environmental teacher. Please never stop JibJabing people. To Mrs. Yackey, I leave you future students who appreciate how much you truly care for them. I also leave the hope that you have many more fun mentor study halls who don’t get you into too much trouble. To Mr. Stackhouse, I leave the knowledge that your class is why I have decided to major in psychology in college. To Ms. Hurt, I leave a thank you for teaching such a fun newspaper class. To the person who gets parking spot 009 next year, I leave a beautifully painted sunflower. If you paint over it, it better be something good. To anyone who has ever filled out one of my surveys for the Talon, I leave a lifetime of happiness.

I, Claudia Rose Perkis, being of anxious mind and goldfish-filled body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Lily Coulter, I leave passionate rants in Suby, the promise of someday hosting porch wine, and a spot on my dorm room couch whenever you want. To Vivian Lam, I leave turbulent car rides, broken promises of punctuality, lukewarm waffles, and hours of Destiny and I’s sage advice. To Lizzie Murray, I leave my parking spot as thanks for the many times Lily graciously offered me a ride on your behalf. To Abby Brauchle, see Peighton White’s will. To AMHS volleyball seniors, Destiny, Regan, and I leave you The Book. I’m so grateful to have spent the past few years with you and will miss each of you so much. To Sophia Taber, I leave Mr. Rush. To Kate Gieg, I leave Coach Koll. I leave you both a weekend road trip to visit me in D.C. To Lily Coulter and Anna Hope Jordan, I leave captainship of the volleyball team and the patience to deal with all of the big personalities. To Mr. Cosgrove, I leave many thanks for your constant support and willingness to listen to all of my problems, no matter how trivial. To Mrs. Yackey, I leave my endless gratitude for being one of the kindest, most supportive teachers I have ever had; you are truly one of my favorite female role models. To Laurel Wallace, I leave Amelia (Mels) Perkis: please continue to expose her to some nerdiness in my absence.

I, Miley Phillips, being of indecisive mind and depleted body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following to Track Team Sprinters, I leave you to carry on a low start and maximum velocity. To Elin Herndon, I leave you my role as the fearless leader of the Sprinters, (sorry lol) and my immunity to shin splints. To Burton McCulley, I leave you Mr. Texas Tuxedo and a free pass to quit track. To Katherine Ngyuen, I leave my guitar pick, my wonderful rendition of Stand By Me, and last but not least, my back bumper. To Señora Colón, I leave Lewdle. To Ms. Hooffstetter, I leave my love and appreciation for an amazing four years of track. And finally, to whoever has spot 148 next year, I leave you my magnificent art skills and a desperate plea to not paint over the spot. 

I, Lillian Grace Praete, being of devious mind and maniacal body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To my dearest Annie Cagle, I leave you anything and everything at manet, “Everything the light touches is our kingdom. A king’s time as ruler rises and falls like the sun. One day, Annie, the sun will set on my time here and will rise with you as the new king.” To Sophia LoCascio, I leave you your special little saying, and my hopes to one day see you at tribe. To Chandler Grace Ghegan, I leave that raptor yell that has been calling your name. To my dynamic duo, Sousa Waggoner and Street Wilson, I leave the RaptorsGLax™ instagram to keep finding vengeance and many more Emilio’s and Mac’s. To the rest of my darling raptor laxers, I leave you many many more circles of death. To Vishwa Veeraswamy, many more Fury friends and a club that actually meets more than twice at the beginning of the year. To Lee Bearsch, I leave you my first born son. Thanks magnet for some of it, I leave you with these words: “You can’t make a Tomelette without breaking some Gregs”

I, DJ Ravenell, being of overactive mind and overworked body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following to Satine Storer and Ella Sanders, I leave my impromptu lesson plans for hurdles and the role of interim hurdler coach in absence of you know who. To Jason Gould, I leave a fearless spirit to attack the hurdles and ?. To Benjamin Cuff, I leave you the responsibility of seniors to adopt at least one underclassman to show them the ropes. 

I, Grace Ray, being of an oblivious mind and restless body, do hereby announce my senior will

and leave the following…To Karina Raykova, I leave you the biggest bear hug, a late night walk whenever in need, my speciality in deer calls, and a spot in my dorm room always. To Karina Raykova and Emily Pilla, I leave two sonic corn dogs, the fate of our precious Alumni Club, and the honor of co-presidency. My heart is with you both always. To Boris Pekar, I leave you our remix masterpiece, the most complicated bagel nation orders, and a brand new pair of clogs, may you continue to dance your heart out. To Kristen Mcleod and Emma Morrison, I leave the most random dance circles that are always the most fun. To Jack Houseal, I leave a solidified minecraft playlist, endless selfies to Michael, and a forever love for Publix, may it always be a pleasure. To Andrew Moise, I leave soggy popcorn chicken, a Moe’s taco stack, and a trip to the airport, may you learn how to keep track of time. To Cole Davis and Lucas Browder, I leave two reserved lunch spots, and James, take care of him. To James Prutting, I leave $5, just for being James. To Anna Hollister, I leave you a big ole Olympic gold medal one day, you are killing it and I wish you all my luck, even though you don’t need it. To Alden Evans, I leave you all my advice, helpful or not, an endless supply of Dunkin strawberry donuts, the passenger seat in the Volvo always, 10 minute rants, and ALL my love, may your next three years be everything and more. To Evie Walldorf, I leave a hug for Jojo and Jack, and a trip to Virginia, so you have to visit Kate and I. To Mr. Cosgrove, I leave you a reimbursed chocolate bundt cake, a soon to be AMHS hurling team, and the spirit for Alumni Club, may it never ever die. To the rest of Magnet, thank you for all the amazing memories, love you always <3

I, McKenna Ronchetto, being of hot mind and intelligent body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following…To Brinley Clendaniel, I leave the ability to be on time. As you know, it’s a strong suit of mine. I’m sure that with some practice, you’ll be able to make it to school before the bell, too.To Ella Moore and Brinley Clendaniel, I leave Disney songs, Bad Lip Reading videos, and Uber rides. To Maysen Ronchetto, I leave my notes, my google drive, and my binder full of previous class assignments. You’re welcome. I also leave the ability to go to bed before 2 am because we all know you need it. To Jota Be O’Neal, I leave your senior year. Congratulations, Chico de Fresco, you made it.To Elliot Romero, I leave knowledge that I am neither fully a school lover nor a school hater, but would honestly probably lean towards school lover and for that I’m sorry. To Ava Irwin, I leave mad math skills and a 5 on the AP Stats exam.To Livia Carroll, Kate Gieg, Holly Manning, Caroline Uram, Abby Brauchle, Cliffie Manuel, Grace Reuben, and Evie Walldorf, I leave BG, Coach Stevie’s will to win, and a trip to the playoffs.To Mrs. Zerbst, I leave music in the guitar hallway. Thanks for listening :).To Ms. Pinckney, I leave watching a certain group of students run in from the teacher parking lot everyday and the knowledge that Magnet wouldn’t be Magnet without you. To Ms. Do, I leave the title of greatest substitute ever. Thank you for waiting at the gate for us. 🙂 To Ms. Shifflette, I leave random waving and afternoon talks.To Mr. Cosgrove, I leave random conversations, school drama, and a wedding invitation.To Mr. Grimshaw, I leave the knowledge that you have made such a positive impact on my life through guitar. Thank you so much for introducing that to me. To Dr. Cassidy, I leave the title of GOAT. To all my other teachers, thank you for being amazing. I’ve enjoyed the past four years :). 

I, Alicia Semenoff, being of crying mind and humor-filled body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following…To Elin Herndon, our car playlist that we listened to every day of the summer and first semester. To Ava Irwin, I leave tcby talks and your sunglasses that I borrowed months ago. I promise I’ll give them back to you soon…To Katie Jones, I leave “Sneaky Link” by Hxllywood. To Abby Brauchle, I leave my insanely witty humor and all of my DECA skills. To Marina Barnes, I leave furries and all of our inside jokes from bio. To Presley Cuajunco, I leave jokes during basketball games. To Milla Broadwater, I leave winking at anything and everything. To Ella Sanders, I leave my matching sweater. To Haley Weber, I leave the excitement of stunting and all the bruises you gave me. To Magnet, I leave getting rejected from a majority of the schools you applied to.

I, Leddy Scheurer, being of snarky mind and bodyodyodyody, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Burton McCulley, I leave modesty (just kidding), a very in depth discussion of my womanhood, and Gwendolyn Hooffstetter. Enjoy. To Lulu Massenet, I leave my captainship of the Cross Country team, a trip to Miami, and the last chair in the CSYO first violin section. Please continue my legacy by sight reading for as many practices as possible. To Caroline Tiller, I leave a very relaxing run in the streets of Spain, you absolute bilingual genius. To the girls Cross Country and Track teams, I leave all my love and many trips to get smoothie bowls after Saturday runs. To Boris Pekar and Vishwa Veeraswamy, I leave the opportunity to calculate my kinetic energy as I accelerate at the speed of light away from AP Physics. And finally, to everyone who was gifted and talented in middle school, I leave the knowledge that you are worth more than a college acceptance rate <3. 

I, LaPortia Scott, being of stressed mind and exhausted body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following.To Marianna Folz and Dakota Hasty, I leave to you my responsibility, stress, and reward of being a senior editor in chief of yearbook. I know you two will continue to be great leaders and role models for the new staff. To Kathryn Rapp, I leave to you my blessing to run for the position of Vice President of NHS because your hard and diligent work has shown that you will make a great leader of the society. To Izzy Justice, I leave to you the loving hugs and weirdest conversations (and I also leave to you ginger).To Vishwa Veeraswamy, I leave to you my insanely perfect Spanish speaking skills and hope that one day you fill in my shoes.To Sarah Roop, I leave to you the obnoxious and unnecessary laughter in Señora Colón’s classroom.To Ashleigh Smith, I leave to you my judgment for your wheelies and questionable dance moves (and leave all of my love because you make me laugh every class).To Marina Barnes, I leave to you my height, and our unprovoked drama every class.To Catherine Clyburn, I leave to you the spirit week spread and the random eye contact in class after I say something obnoxious.To Morgan Fletcher, I leave to you the adventure on the roof of the school with Perlmutter where the most legendary photos were taken (peep the sarcasm).

I, Ada Skradski, being of overworked mind and exhausted body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following, To Katherine Jones, I leave the countless car rides all over the greater charleston area, my parking spot (as well as the skills to park there), the belting of breakup songs, the confidence and strength to start your senior year and finish (that’s a requirement), hundreds of miles on your car, and my forever gratitude for our friendship. To Ella Sanders, Garrett Griffin, Katherine Jones (again), and Maysen Ronchetto I leave the legacy and love for FCA, please lead it well and continue to strengthen the club, make us proud! To Tommy Rice I leave no more concussions (seriously) and a smooth easy senior year, as well as a car and imaginary gas money because I can’t take you to school anymore. To Oliver Ball, I leave countless cups of coffee, no more sun poisoning and a banana. To Ava Irwin and Kyle Hertwig, I leave you to care for Katie, she’s gonna need the extra support. To Mrs. Grayson I leave my forever gratitude, I also leave my writing skills for future students and my appreciation for helping shape me into the person I am today and supporting me through everything. To Ms. Shifflette, I leave my legacy of “Ms. Shifflette on a ___”. To Mrs. Benton, I leave many huge bear hugs and long supportive talks and my prom dress (I still need it in november!). To Dr. Altman, I leave my eternal love, I am forever grateful for the support and dedication you put into me, as well as many many MANY long conversations about the most random topics. To Everyone else at Magnet, I leave the spirit and the school that shaped me into who I am today, treat it well and it’ll take you far. 

I, McClain Stoklosa, being of primal mind and sound body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following…To Tate Brown, I leave hope that every single person on the court likes you at basketball next year. To Walker Bauknight, I leave pleasant greetings in the hallway everytime you see me. To Jack Quinn, I leave my looks. To Baze Duckworth, I leave a bed closer to the ground on a carpeted floor. To Pierson Tobin, I leave short corner jumpers that are guaranteed to airball. To Tucker Engelke, I leave a dirty mouthguard and an unclipped helmet. To Armando Reyes, I leave the fate of Tate’s life behind the O-line. To Connor Sawall, I leave the role of hype man for the football team. To Tommy, I leave a healthy head. To Jack Vinzani and Keaton Murray I leave future W’s on the team. To Noah Orza, I leave the neighborhood. To Joseph Gaddy, I leave a terrible griddy and a healthy leg. To Jackson Ethredge, I leave hard hits at practice against your teammates. And finally to Ian Smith, I leave a little kitten.

I, Hunter Sutcliffe, being of relieved mind and aching body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following: to Vishwa Veeraswamy and Andrew Nichols, I leave the Student Council. May you have a calm mind while dealing with the controversies and drama which will inevitably come your way. Also, to Vishwa, I leave the morning announcements; may you come up with a better fact of the day and a better slogan than I was ever able to come up with. To everybody whose name I messed up on the announcements, I leave an apology. I would also like to leave all of the clubs which I led to the public domain. If anybody wishes to carry on the philosophy, politics, or interfaith exchange clubs, they have my full permission to do so. International Politics Club remains in Vishwa’s hands. Finally, to the wrestling team, I leave a lifetime of training with Coach Bayer. Fat man roll your way to victory.

I, Anna Leigh Tangeman, being of frayed mind and so-so body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Oli Wilson and Arcade Crouse, I leave my half of the AMHS Spectrum Club. Keep her well and do not host meetings on Mondays, trust me. To Summer DeSouza, I leave a pair of open arms ready to catch whenever you need, and a perpetual warning to tuck your elbows in. To Elin Herndon, I leave the undying will of cynicism even in the face of the most peppy of endeavors. Your dry humor is a gift, use it wisely. To Ava Irwin, I leave you the evergreen advice “your failure to plan is not my emergency”, and along with it a venmo of $2.00 whenever you may need it. To Ms. Desbrow’s 4A Physics class, I leave you all the hospitality you have shown me this year, it did not go unnoticed and I wish you all the best as you travel through the ninth level of hell we call senior year. To all future backspots of the AMHS Cheer Team, I leave you the power to stick up for yourselves, because remember: backspots ARE NOT chairs! To the AMHS Mentor Program, I leave an ungodly large spreadsheet and a reminder not to work too hard to smooth over the school’s eccentricities on tours. Finally, to any and all who may need it, I give them a reminder that sometimes all it takes to make sense of the world is a long pace with a friend. 

​​I, Mia Van Hagen, being of a despicable mind and ballerina body do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Bea Wilson, I leave my collection of candid pictures of you, a new ankle brace for Esmerelda, mosquito bite cream, fake tan mousse, a pair of matching socks (the BE green ones), and an eternity of Thursday buns. To Aliza Zhang, I leave the god-awful red lipstick, my barre spot, the French Twist costume that was way too big on me, and the goldfish you left in the back of my car. To Mr. DeVenio, I leave Jack’s Clemson periodic table. 

I, Kate Walldorf, being of unstable mind and body, do hereby announce this to be my senior will and leave the following: To Burton Mcculley, I leave sports bra practices, a vanilla latte with almondmilk, love from the boys cross country team, and most importantly, I leave Evie and Anna- please take care of them. To Anna Hollister, I leave the rubber chicken. Treat him well. To both of you, I leave the responsibility of senior night. Lulu, Grayson, and Caroline deserve the best. To Lulu Massenet, I leave my love- you are a ray of sunshine. To Molly George and Isla Todd, I leave walks downtown at Saturday morning practice. To Abby Brauchle, I leave the weight of being the coach’s favorite. To Livia Carroll, the lead role in the movie Tall Girl. You are the Princess- go take on Lil Tecca. To Kate Gieg, I leave good health and less time with Marty. To Jack Quinn, I leave the chimes and Jeff Fatt. To Lucas Browder, I leave Juice Wrld and monster walks with Tyler. I hope you never have to do them again. To Nate Markin, I leave a full head of hair and Lucas. To Evie Walldorf and Jenna Hallaba, I leave our lunch table. To the moocher, I do not leave any of my shoes or my car. I do leave you a full shirt (because you need at least one), better taste, the $0.50 you Venmo requested me, and my legacy as a trisport athlete. Do better than me- I know you can. To all of my cross country, basketball, and soccer girls, I leave good health and as many winning seasons as your knees allow. I wish I could have helped you all more. All my love, Kate

I, Asher Wallen, being of procrastinating mind and blue-deviled body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Nicholas Pawlucy and Cecilia Buhmeyer, I leave table 4 in AP Biology. Thank you for keeping me in shape even after senioritis hit hard, and I know you’ll do great things in the years ahead. To the ultimate frisbee team: David Hamilton, Robert Heidenreich, Rentz Hughes, Jack Oakman, Andrew Angermeier, Liana Briceno, Bowen Gao, Grace Gast, Campbell Lesher, Sean O’Brien, Lucy Parker, Noa Wallen, Rowan Weathersby, Abby Youmans, Joey Benich, Spence Cox, Noah Johnson, Ava Peterson, and Oli Wilson, I leave the ultimate frisbee team. It’s the best sport ever and you will not regret playing it. I promise. To Rentz Hughes, I leave the ultimate frisbee GroupMe chat. Please never stop replying to messages within seconds of us sending them. To Carter Dryden, Bowen Gao, Ava Trolley, Kabir Zaman, Spence Cox, Vishwa Veeraswamy, and Moyu Yamaguchi, I leave the academic team. JI and Wando won’t go down without a fight and I know you all can give them that fight. To Chandler Grace Ghegan and Hammond Unger, I leave crepe sales, French Kahoots, and everything else French National Honor Society has to offer. To Noa Wallen, Nora Cheng, Tina Liu, Sean Khamnei, and Boris Pekar, I leave Gertrude Bertha Deborah Davis and the rest of our immaculate SeaPerch robots. To Harry Ding and Angela Mei, I leave infinite luck in future math competitions, whether with Mu Alpha Theta or the All-State Math Team. To Li-Li Thornley, I leave the Wi-fi Lab, although I sincerely hope you can improve on my antenna from this year. To Jeffrey Song, I’m honestly not sure where to start. I leave you the National Honor Society, Mu Alpha Theta, and our Gravity Vehicle, which definitely deserved first place. Next year is our year. To Noa Wallen, I leave all of the clubs we were in, parking spot #5 (if I’m allowed to do that), and rights to the Wallen family legacy. And to all of Academic Magnet High School, I leave you the best of luck in your future academic endeavors. The journey is hard but it’s worth it in the end.

I, Nola Webb, being of snarky mind and colorfully-clothed body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Burton McCulley and Abby Poole, I leave skimpy sports bra runs in seedy areas. Please be ever so careful and mind your lady parts. To Caroline Tiller, I leave a stronger password for @amhsgirlsxc. I also leave the bird hand sign, bird puns, and any other bird-related commentary or reference made this year to be analyzed by your birdwatching knowledge. To Anna Hollister, I leave the chicken (or do I?). To Hanna Ismail, I leave the responsibility of upholding my gametime commentary and comedy routine. I hope you’ve been taking notes… To Lilly Murphy, I leave all of my Raptor Soccer gear (wasn’t kidding). To Lilly Hutson, I leave a nomination for prom queen. To Mattie Vermette, I leave confusion-free water breaks. To Caidyn Webb, I leave anime and a Hot Topic gift card. I also leave the mission of finding that girl who looks eerily similar to me? And finally, to next year’s lucky owner of parking spot 025, I leave a masterpiece. 

I, Emily Weber being of somewhat sane mind and small body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following to: Chandler Grace Ghegan (CG), the final member of GROUPO, spirit to lead the student section, camp bananas, hugs, and Charlie the Unicorn. To CG, Katie Jones, and Elin Herndon I leave the responsibility of Haley Weber good luck! To Summer DeSouza I leave you with hugs, lots of laughs over absolutely everything and anything and a filter. To Katie Jones I leave lots of chest bumps, hugs, Ava Irwin, and the cheer team take good care of it! To Elin Herndon, I leave the ability to characterize everyone as an animal or disney character, hugs, and happiness enjoy senior year! To Ava Irwin, I leave you the role of team sunshine, mint giver, Katie Jones, the best hugs, and Coach Myeshia. To Ella Sanders I leave you helping the new girls out! To Shivani and Bellamy Kline I leave car rides that are hectic and fun. To Shivani Balasubramaniam I leave you rap songs, continue to surprise people, keep up the one and done posters for practices and competitions, and Coach Myeshia. To Alden Evans I leave car rides with you telling me the tea and having me listen to your crazy songs, also I leave you Haley Weber, good luck and stick together. To Haley Weber, I leave you the ability to drive through the neighborhood, my parking spot #23 (since you help me get to school on time you deserve it), normal spirit weeks and pep rallies, a sweatshirt, a shirt, a lint roller, a water bottle, and Alden Evans good luck and stick together. To all the cheerleaders I will miss y’all and wish you all the best, ENJOY MAGNET to the fullest!! To the rest of the raptors I leave the ability to not procrastinate, dress up completely for spirit week, enjoy pep rallies, and school dances, enjoy it all!! 

I, Daman Wegner, being of angry mind and tall body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following, to Elliott Yarborough and Baker Story, I leave the Academic Magnet defense. Keep us as the best defense in our league and be solid as bricks. To Hadley Shaw, I leave a healthy head and the @amhsmensoccer instagram account. To Ben Brock, I leave my shower and a fresh pair of clothes …. My bad. To Kofi Ayiku, I leave the ability to sprint and actually use your speed. To Pope Kennedy, I leave all my goodies to focus on studying the Bible. To Carter Griffin, I leave the title of Eternal Freshmen and the music in the Nest. To Jack Kieffer, I leave Carter. To JB O’Neal, I leave the ability to save a chip from mid-field. To Turner Orvin and Christan Streck, I leave the responsibility of Bible Study. And to Jacob Burke, I leave my voice and leadership of the soccer team. Lead them to a state championship!

I, Sam Whelan, being of ethical mind and two plate pushing body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Michael Donoho, I leave my girlfriend, Camille Molten, and really fun baseball practices. To Logan Burns, I leave my Crunch membership, a bench spot, my fishing rods, and the thought of my girlfriend Camille Molten. To McRae Wallace, I leave Old Village poker games and Porter Gaud girls. To Alan Zhang, I leave the ability to say the number 70 in Spanish and things that don’t belong to him at parties. To Vishwa Veeraswamy, I leave baseball at Wando South and car ride talks. To Boris Pekar, I leave nothing. To Will McCullough, I leave correct muscle up form and a 6,000 calorie diet. 

I, Gray Willits, being of competitive mind and pale body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following gifts. To Walker Bauknight, I leave my captainship, fadeaway jumper, and many in-game dunks. To Tate Brown, I leave lots of playing time and a spot on the starting roster for basketball. I also leave some good luck in football, in hopes that you finish next season in one piece as QB1. For Cooper Mitchell, I leave you a better barber and better money spending habits. To Pierson Tobin, I leave you the ability to make left-hand layups and short corner shots, a medium golf uniform, and the number 21 in basketball. To Harrison Crites, I don’t even know where to start with you. To you, I leave a seat in my car always, the ability to make field goals in games, a chance at female affection, the ability to be yourself, and my football girdle. To THE Connor Sawall, I leave you the confidence to do anything you want in life, Zaxby runs with the football team, my workout playlist for your fitness journey, and a starting spot on the football team next year. To Baze Duckworth, I leave you a healthy basketball season next year and my basketball warm up jersey. To Ian Smith, I leave my little kitten a ball of yarn, to satisfy your feline needs. To Donovan Hamilton and Keveon Ford, I leave you both the courage to stick with Magnet, its sports, and all it has to offer. I implore you both to continue the fight for the betterment of Magnet athletics, in hopes to change the culture of the school. 

I, Cole Wilson, of aware mind and lazy body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Jack Quinn, I leave you another solid parking spot, the ability to stay awake when Coach J is speaking, and all the food I wasn’t able to repay you with. To Ransome Hudson, I don’t leave you my shins but I hope yours get better. I leave you a banger TYBW and a communal prayer that HxH gets finished. To Joe Dragich, I leave you fake laughs and a 100% shot to goal ratio, you’re the goat fr.To Mcrae Wallace, I leave some coherent Spanish sentences and the word “sherm”. Use it wisely. To Chase Roberts, I leave you the ability to get to school on time even though we live 15 minutes away.To Mac Grubb, I leave you some primal lax IQ. Please pass the ball to the crease. To Walker Bauknight, I leave a smooth drive from our part of the neighborhood. To Wilson Burns, I leave you some more quality sideline conversation. To Jay Bearden, I leave you the little playtime I got because you deserve it brotha. To the rest of the lax team that I couldn’t include, I leave my gratitude, y’all the goats fr. Hold it down and skip some practices next year. 

I, Ashley Windham, being of a mind and a body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following…To Livia Caroll, I leave a dinner at Kay’s Place, the word “boo-yah” and some misty eyes. I leave you ma and pa’s kitchen, a leanie edit, and teccita’s tik tok account. I leave you a take down by princess, some new drawers, and the responsibility of providing comedic relief during basketball season. Lastly, I leave you a spot in my dorm room whenever you want to visit. To Abby Brauchle, I leave my spot on the bench next to Livia. May you cherish the time you have sitting there. To Kate Gieg, I leave you a broken apple watch and a migraine. I leave you with an attraction to redheads and a ghostbusters t-shirt. To Evie Walldorf, I leave you a TCBY stomach ache and a car ride home with some gossip. I also leave you with half the venmo your mom sent and a public haul private story. To Andrew Moise, I leave a kitchen sink and a liquid IV. I leave you with the screenshots of physics homework in my camera roll and Gold’s Gym. To Annie Cagle, I leave my spot at midfield next year. Yes, you will be playing midfield. I leave you with a nose plug the next time you have a nose bleed, my number 2 jersey (since number 1 is lost), and an endless hug to celebrate each goal and because I love you. Lastly, I leave you, Maya Thompson (Caley), and Sophia Taber a spot in my dorm along with Livia. To Madelyn Hall, I leave you an orange crossing guard vest and Pope Kennedy. To Miles Nguyen, I leave you Livia Caroll. To Street Wilson, with permission from Lilly Claypoole, I leave you Gray Willits. To Boris Pekar, I leave a fire edit and a fully stocked lunch. To Michael Donoho, I leave Camille Molten. To Mr. Cosgrove, I leave a box of tissues for the next transfer students to come, may they never live up to me. To the rest of Magnet, I leave you the seat time I should have made up along with a signed truancy form. Enjoy it while it lasts, #HAGS! 

I, Peighton White, being of blank mind and sweet tea filled body, do hereby announce my senior will and I leave the following. To Abby Brauchle, I leave correctly drawn check marks, a pick me up when I come to visit, and 50 milliliters of gasoline “cloudy water”. To Elin Herndon, I leave the rest of my backspot abilities and Spencer Reid’s run. To Ava Irwin, I leave Caidyn Webb and Margaret Clum, please feed them Hideaway and an injury free practice. To Caidyn Webb and Margaret Clum, my children, I leave our dinners at Hideaway, blasting Taylor Swift in the car, and back handsprings over the barrel at Pack. To Pierson Tobin, Kate Gieg, and Destiny Craft I leave our Geoguesser/Current Events Games and all of my psych terms. To Shivani Balasubramaniam, I leave my love of rap music. To Lily Skinner, I leave Mr Johnston, my BC Calculus notes try to find more use for them then I did, and my love of Big Time Rush. To Emma Herrin, I leave my slideshow presentation created in javelin practice, you know what it is. To Magnet, I leave all my quizlets @Quizletuser200045678932 

I, Anne Young, being of unpredictable mind and ninja-like body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Laura Robertson, I leave a brochure of how to login to AP Classroom and the stationary wave, may it serve you as well as it did me. To Mary Blake Hand, I leave every tennis uniform I own with the hope that one day the tennis team will all wear the same outfit. To both of you, I leave you the best senior year, annes themed events, and my blue glasses. To Dylan Geddis, I leave the task of finding another tennis partner who drops their racket as much as me. To Maria Cymbalyuk, I leave a pack of rubber bands to make up for all the ones I stole and a first place finish at conditioning Monday. To Catie Gill and Emma Hsu and all of the tennis team, I leave you the gift that keeps on giving: Group Me Memes. To Livia Caroll and Kate Gieg, I leave cryptic texts from Coach Jones and an abundance of basketball coins to go missing. To Holly Manning, Grace Reuben and Abby Brauchle, I leave jersey mike’s subs, temperature checks and a screwdriver for whenever Coach Jones breaks his chair next year. To Emily Pilla, I leave all of Key Club, an 8:00 a.m. trip to Publix for fudgesicles and a remind text chain about project slips. To Thomas Hersey, Mac Grubb, and Cliffe Manuel, I leave a Mariot Voyages Charter Bus, you can park it in spot 98 anytime.

I, Garrett Ziegler, being of hilarious mind and incredible body, do hereby leave the future of the Seaperch Robotics Team to Noa Wallen, Sean Khamnei, Nora Cheng, Tina Liu, and Boris Pekar, and furthermore announce my senior will and leave the following. To “Noa” Wallen, I bestow the power to procrastinate – it is my blessing, it is my curse… and now it is yours. You’re welcome. In addition, I leave secret intel on what we do next class in AP Stats, weird text etiquette, BTS, and Hooffstetter. I’ll leave you Mebron too, since I’m feeling generous. To Sean Khamnei, I leave incredible gym gains and inconvenient tennis matches… may they always somehow fall on Tuesday afternoons. To Nora Cheng, I leave the actual responsibilities of the Seaperch team, for it is evident that Sean will develop senioritis before the school year even begins and Noa will be off K-pop dancing somewhere. To Tina Liu, I leave you with the robotics knowledge of Seaperch past and the technical reports of Seaperch future… your unparalleled writing abilities precede you. To Boris Pekar, I leave you Sean Khamnei. To the entire Seaperch team, I leave Sidd’s Gang + Everyone Lore Guide, the most off-topic group chat ever conceived… use it wisely. To Grimshaw, I leave the memories of Sonder, may we forever live on through the future jams of Guitar 2.