The Class of 2025 is outta here!! As these Raptors depart, as tradition states, they have a few things to leave behind. Below are the wills of Magnet’s most legendary seniors, they hereby leave the following…..

I, Elizabeth Hample, of deluded mind and tea body do hereby leave the following. To William Mccarty I leave parents’ complaints because their kid isn’t sailing enough, someone to buy you things in my absence, all of the quarters in my air vents, a chicken bowl, a Felix-free summer, and finally, $20. To Britt Laubinger I leave a senior prom date almost as good as me, straight A’s, self-control, my secrets, a ticket to Syracuse, and the best of luck for your senior year. To Britt and William, I leave our lunch table. To Judd Waggoner I leave healthy lungs, HQ Bonfires, a friend to go to Orange Spot with you every Friday (and an extra toasty cheddar bacon bagel), the Waggoner legacy, and the Judd clones. To James Williams I leave Judd Waggoner. To Max Kai I leave Lily Thompson. To Mason Fisher, I leave you a crew that tells you all of her business every week but can also win races like a boss. I also leave you a lifetime supply of unhealthy meals and a CAVA gift card. To Bennett Mcknight I leave barricade with Miyah, FaceTiming into work, a hypothetical (probably never happening) trip to Dairy Queen, reassurance that I don’t hate you, a personalized college tour next year, the promise that I’ll answer your FaceTimes when I leave, and my precious role of Spirit Leader. To Izzy Robinson, I leave the role of being my favorite cheerleader, please continue carrying the student section. To Maya O’Leary I leave the role of wandering in the hallways. To Charlie Claus I leave the former Ashley Hall sailing coach, Sabatino’s before practice, and toe treatment (pls get them fixed). To Hank Houseal, I leave the ability to think before you speak, getting to practice early enough to not get caught at the gas station, someone to steal all your snacks, and the entire Hoggard sailing team, do with that what you will. To Clayton Kotz I also leave you the ability to think before you speak. To Lillie Sabine, I leave the role of carrying my legacy by making fun of all of the boys on the sailing team and bothering James as much as possible (do not hold back). And to Rowan Engelke, Hayden Moody, Madeleine Moye, and Hannah Collins I leave a drama free senior year. <3

I, Lillian Osbon, of vivid mind and exhausted body, do hereby leave the following: To Pressley Weiss, a role in the next big Minecraft SMP, a cup of strawberry milk boba tea, and sole custody over Tabitha. To Freya Lawrence, a spot on the New York Times bestseller list. To Alden Shuler, a half empty carton of milk. To Chloe Batiz, the power to write whatever she wants whenever she wants forever. To Harper Teague, my very legally obtained copies of Photoshop, InDesign, and After Effects, as many free copies of the zine as she wants, and my endless gratitude. To Emme Williamson, a small crochet crab and an infinite supply of fruit gummies. To Liam Rohrbacher, privileges to put whoever he wants in the recycling bin and a free copy of Hollow Knight: Silksong. To Graham Gregory, a promise that I *will* install Linux on my computer at some point in the future. To Matthew Westbury, leadership of the Crumbelievable Team and my pink metallic gel pen. To Mrs. Grayson, a swear jar pre-filled with $357. To everyone who submitted something to the Creative Writing Club Zine, my most sincere thanks from the bottom of my heart and the knowledge that you’ve done something incredible! I’m counting on all of you to finish what we’ve started. We’ve crossed the finish line, which means it’s time for your new beginning.

I, Emilio Roxas-Peirano, being of goofy mind and tuff body, do hereby leave the following To Teddy Lorusso, Campbell Stoklosa, Eli Mitchell, Jack Childers, Britt Laubinger, Ellison Ryan, Quin O’Keefe, Judd Waggoner, and Chisholm Pelzer, I leave the future of my undefeated lacrosse team and another perfect season. To Campbell Stoklosa, I leave many more face off wins and the D-middy rotation legacy. To Zach Drecher, I leave your very own lacrosse stick that might get more playing time than you. To Eli Mitchell, I leave a shirt. To Ellison Ryan, I leave the AMHS Foodie Boys video that never happened and John Thomason. To Jack Tierney, I leave absolutely nothing. To Bennett Bair, I leave my position as big man on campus and free reign over the hallways and bathroom. To Mateus Guimaraes, I leave random late night sledding and a picture of my ID in Brazil. To Luke Paggi, I leave driving lessons, a new car, and the word “breh”. To Arien Chowdury, I leave a brand new hoodie and Roblox basketball. To Will Balderose, I leave a clothespin on the back of your shirt. To Jack Ham, I leave the word “oi” and a new barber. To Peter “Retap” “Pdibidi” Markov, I leave a normal snapchat username and a spot on varsity. To Hayden Mendenhall, I leave goodnight texts to the lax group chat and eternal positivity. To James Carrington Williams, I leave many more lit functions. To Judd Waggoner, I leave Dooley, Peter, and the lacrosse TikTok account.

I, Talia Barsness, of giggling mind and short body, do hereby leave the following: To the class of 2026, the knowledge that the junior lot was always better. May you have more luck getting out at 3:30 than we ever did. To Sophia Easterbrook I leave mic’d up. I hope you commit as much time as I did to the art of making people funnier than they actually are. To Leah Bagg and Sophia Easterbrook I leave the best senior night yet and leading the team to another state championship W. To Addie DeFord, I leave the knowledge that I enjoyed receiving your secret sister gifts because you always understood the assignment. To Kamya Pham I leave some much-too-late not-so-secret secret sister gifts. To the rest of the team I leave a new tennis head coach… sorry y’all but I’m taking my dad with me! To Izzy Robinson I leave a pink phone case. To Giorgia Pingitore I leave a buzzcut and shredded cheese. I love you. To Sienna Monning I leave so much: your brushmyteeth, our environmental projects, a sweaty day in Charleston with me as your tour guide, an American driver’s license, and an amazing year. You’re my stone on this American farm. To both Sienna and Giorgia: you guys were part of the friend group of a lifetime and I’ll cherish you forever. This was everything I could’ve wanted. Enjoy your time at Magnet Raptors and make sure to have the best years here!

I, Zachary Butler, being of no mind but willful body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Aniya Wright, I leave an ambitious mindset. To Sophie Compton, I leave semicolons, a more reliable tutor (sorry), and a 5 on AP CSP. To James Malm, I leave a used car. To Moreen Jang, I leave even more confidence. To Irie Brisacher, I leave Mrs. GG’s couch. When not being used for StuCo meetings it makes a great place to take a power nap just saying. To Zuriel Nyamutsaka, I’ve already left the announcements for you, and I also leave the mints in Mrs. Ryan’s office alongside the future title of Prom King. To Vanessa Nguyen, I leave the StuCo funds, even more fundraisers, and an ivy league acceptance (lock in). To Amy Adyaeva I leave the responsibility of the Club Hub page yet again and a rain-free club fair. To Bennett McKnight, I leave it up to you to outdo Lily Thompson as historian. To the future Executive StuCo I leave monday meetings. Make it a reason to wake up on Monday. To the entire future StuCo I leave several painters’ tape for Wall Day. To Selena Owens and Jordan Roberts, I leave the Wobble, Flex, and all the other line dances most magnet kids don’t know. Please make sure to dance it up at Prom next year once again although I know it won’t be the same without us. To Teddy Lorusso, I leave the student body presidency, THE #1 parking spot, and the acceptance to Duke I couldn’t get. You got that champ, I believe in you. To Mateus Guimaraes, I leave a 5 on AP Physics, an amazing future in finance with the acceptance to a top business school, and future tacos from Bahama Breeze. To Daniel Huang I leave my hopes of a stress-free senior year for you and to stay spiffy. To Teddy, Mateus, and Daniel, I leave DECA. Please take good care of it next year. To Christina Heiney, I leave the Transformers ride at Universal we got stuck on and more DECA international trading pins. To all of my DECA members, I leave DECA glasses. Everyone better be bringing home trophies next year, y’all got this. To all of BSA, I leave an inclusive space and my greatest salute. To Mrs. E, I leave my stats and ecs. To the people who have asked for them, I leave you Mrs. E. To all the rising seniors in general, I leave the best of luck in the treacherous college application season and dream school acceptances. To anyone I forgot to mention by name, my bad, yk I got too much going on, so I leave my condolences. To Mrs. GG, I unfortunately leave an empty and quiet office space to actually do your job. Lastly, to all of AMHS, I leave my dutiful legacy and a hopefully working PA system from the start of the year. Sorry for the crackling like half of first semester going into the second, I promise it wasn’t my fault for real (and sorry to the people’s names I said wrong during birthdays, truly mb, it be hard to read fr). Oh, and I might help leave an alumni website if that ends up working out? Idk if that’ll survive. Either way, good luck in the future Raptors! Keep up the spirit in the years to come, I know I’ll miss it for sure.

I, Alaina Jarrett, being of senioritis mind and ready for graduation body, do hereby leave the following: to Helina Lloyd I leave the AMHS girl’s volleyball team instagram, learning how to use BoxOut sports, large jokes, and the (much deserved) full time libero position. To Mazie, Valerie, and Josie, I leave the transition from club ball to school ball and the AMHS volleyball offense. To Harper, Isy, and Finn I leave the titles of my favorite freshmen and the hope that you continue to pursue volleyball and not let anyone take away your spark (also get well soon Isy <3). To the entirety of the AMHS men’s and women’s volleyball teams, I leave my jealousy that you get to be coached by Sabina and the hope that you never ever take that for granted and always respect her, free tickets to any Tennessee volleyball game, 2 hour team bus rides, and Saltwashed Photography. To Mazie I also leave permission to accept all my awards at the sports banquet, staying for the boys’ practices and games in my spirit, Timberland WiFi, who drivin dis buhssssss, pregame alanis, and ricky when I catch you ricky. To Ben Hynes I leave the 2023 black out football game, Mazie and Helina to annoy you at your practices, the Padlet (which I hope you check), running in at the pep rallies, Coach Lee and Coach Cat (ik they will miss me), and ankles of steel, may you never prove me right when i say you need to wear ankle braces. I also leave you never being able to play CoEd grass vball again, having to refill your own water bottle, 1 less mechanical pencil, and two taps. To Valerie I leave your wig and my hair bleach, may they coexist in peace. I also leave you with the title of Team Mom, may you always have extras of everything. To Britt I leave Sophia Pheney, and to both Britt and Will I leave party chats and being asked where Ben is (you already know the answer). To Remy (Zuriel) I leave getting hype at the boys’ volleyball games. To Sophie Skaff, we leave our lunch table, may nobody take it from you. I also leave an apology for accidentally giving you dirty looks in the halls, and a reassurance that I do in fact like you. To McKenna I leave a better taste in men, and to Maddie I leave the honor of having the best snacks. To Lila I leave you and Mazie’s cuddle seshes on the bus and your unexpected sassiness. To Josie, I also leave better downtown driving skills and the title of best secret sister. And with that, I can finally say my time here is complete.

I, Mia Wang, being of empty mind and exhausted body, do hereby leave school bus rides to my brother, Ethan Wang, who has gotten too accustomed to the luxury of being driven to school. To the physics table, Chase Broadway, Amy Adyaeva, and Sofia Catindig, I leave gum and all of the tests and quizzes I’ve failed. To Sienna Monning, I leave tschüss-ies, an American flag, and a bag of Dot’s honey mustard pretzels. To our anatomy class of 7, I leave our original cat, Fatty, the knock-off cat, our clay model, Gloria, and a humerus.

I, Lillian Rose Sturm, leave to whom it may concern (and even those it may not), As I ascend into the next plane of existence — whether that be college or the unknown— I, Lilly, leave behind the shattered remains of my worldly possessions and a legacy built up over 4 long tumultuous years of struggle and perseverance. Let it be known, I bequeath the following: To Helina Lloyd, You receive pocket lint and toilet worms. May you wield them with honor and dignity. To Britt Laubinger, I grant you two uninstalled subwoofers and one grounded ground wire. May your bass never drop and your circuits always be questionable. To Anna Grandin, I bestow upon you The Philosopher’s Stone itself and one singular yellow car, in hopes that you, dear Anna, may live forever, rise from the ashes, and become immortal. To Maddie O’Connor, I leave you nothing but the absolute best in life. You are wonderful. You are amazing. Never change. To Mckenna West, I give you seven Capri Suns. Drink wisely, and may your straw always puncture on the first try. To Hannah McLaughlin, Take these volleyball workouts. Use them well. Spike your enemies, set your goals, and never skip leg day (unless you’re emotionally skipping, which is valid). To Mazie Jarret, I leave you the sacred concession stand nachos, possibly from 2009. May their radioactive cheese fuel your journey to greatness. To Cole McGowan, You are now the proud inheritor of the legendary IHOP Rory Tootie Fresh and Fruity Strawberry-Topped Pancake — complete with syrup and bacon chips. Handle with care. It is a national treasure. Good Luck. Don’t let me down.

I, Alexis Riley Sisak, being of brain-rotted mind and funny body, do hereby leave speed-eating in the first 10 minutes of A-Day lunch and pre-performance jitters to Hannah McLaughlin. To Helina Lloyd, I regift the Squash Courts and awkward relay dances. To both of the aforementioned “baddies”, I leave my metaphorical Porsche. To Keerthana Samuel, I leave big smiles and the skz dance that is shot down every year. I also leave the title of K-pop Club Leaders to you three and the careful handling of the club’s 10 year legacy. To Erin Efa, I leave—on Gordon’s behalf—the position of dance prodigy, and I deem you the maknae that ate first. With the following names listed in no particular order, I leave to Alex Luther and Arden Cramer a shared side-eye across the classroom. To Srijita Roy, I leave glittering sneakers and pleated skirts. I send my best wishes to Tucker McManus on her punk rock fangirl journey. To Liam Hoel, I leave a recommendation for a shrink and an edible styrofoam cup. To Adam Leon, I leave forever being mixed up with Liam and getting your stories flagged by admin. Punya Shukla-Hellin shall receive my praise for his beautifully delivered one-liners in dead silence. To Christian Nelson, Ella Floss, and Machaela Black, I leave congratulations on your growth as authors. And to all of Ms. Collin’s creative writing class, I leave a series of no-context question marks on your future works. With that, I take my leave.

I, Sousa Waggoner, of lit crazy mind and purple heart emoji body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following: First and foremost, I leave Judson Waggoner my legacy at AMHS. This entails a lot, but I know that you will carry it with enthusiasm and vigor. I also leave you a less hectic ride to school, trips to Orange Spot every Friday, fewer bullying allegations, Mom’s endless respect regardless of what you get on your math tests, and James Carrington Williams. Speaking of my dear JC Williams, I leave you two wedding bands (possibly three), a spot in the Waggoner family, Ian’s love and acceptance, some hair product, and a new ride home from various locations. To Max Kai, I leave a girlfriend and an invitation to my birthday parties. To Carson Torrey, I leave some bleach and our living room couch to fall asleep on. To Owen Astle, I leave someone to smile at in the hallways. Also, to Jack Lonon, I leave some Buldak Ramen made correctly and without foreign objects in it. To all of the Judds, I leave a new haircut. Not yet, but I know the time will come. To Lauren Schafer and Clementine Willard, I leave all of my humor, somewhat unwavering positive attitude, lacrosse IQ, and the other skills that came along with my captaincy. I also bestow upon you the duty of somehow getting into the announcement box at D4 to turn on the music before games. To Rowan Engelke, Hayden Moody, Jill Gunn, and Caitlin Farr, I leave an epic senior season filled with many laughs. To Wren Kennedy, I leave a tall, dark, and handsome man, at least 6’0. I also leave you someone to dance and sing with at practice and the duty of yelling: “Side lunges!” To Mia Dewey, I leave 18 gold medals from when you go to the Olympics for running. To Moreen Jang, I leave decaffeinated beverages and lots of water to dilute the caffeine and edible glitter you consume. And to the entire AMHS Women’s Lacrosse Team, I leave the timeless pregame playlist, infinitely many more trips to Chick-fil-A, and as much raptor spirit as humanly possible. As for the Guys’ team, I leave a Boys v. Girls scrimmage and Judd. Please take care of him and help him reach his full potential on the field. To Tyler Heckman, I leave you all of my math skills and good fortune in AP Calc BC. I see lots of 100s and maybe a few 5s in your future. To William McCarty and Britt Laubinger, I leave you more money in your school lunch accounts, successful bonfires at Headquarters, a hallway salute, and someone else to yell “NO” at. I guess you guys also get our lunch table. To Bennett McKnight…oh dear…I leave you luck in whatever math you move onto, an arm around you at prom, Marrie B., and a cookie. “Whuht?” I also leave my role as spirit leader to Rowan Engelke. I trust that you will be very spirited. Don’t forget to bleed the black and green! Last, but definitely not least, to (almost) everyone that I have left in my will, I also leave a spot on my dorm floor in case you want to visit!!

I, Gordon Oliver, of melted mind and tired body do hereby leave nervous-excitement and stress in the backstage of the Rose Maree Myers Theater to Hannah McLaughlin who does not need to stress and always slays. To Helina Lloyd, I leave the duty of serving face to the audience every performance, along with higher hopes of performing “Smoothie”. To Keerthana Samuel, I leave the dream of performing Jay’s part in the next Enhypen song performed, as well as elegant and flawless dancing like always. To each of the above, in joint decision with Riley Sisak, we leave the job as leaders of the AMHS K-Pop club in planning, performing and slaying every performance. To Erin Efa, I leave the task of being the famous K-Pop club dance prodigy and the prestigious title Emerald Maknae. Finally to all of the above, the unofficial/official AMHS K-Pop Club Instagram, 5-minute lunches, and many more amazing performances. To AMHS Robotics, I leave best of luck when writing the Technical Design Report at the very last second and submitting it the minute before it is due. To Yiqing Ye, I leave the task of creating an artistic logo for SeaPerch as well as continuing testing for our hook and propellor design. Finally, to Iris Steele, I leave constant anagram sessions, grammer checks, and unhinged conversations in Ms. Desbrow’s room. And with that, I disappear from AMHS. #BringTheHeat

I, Lily Thompson, of blissful mind and healthy body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following: To Bennett McKnight, I leave nothing. Just kidding, I leave the legacy of executive historian, I hope you have canva pro. I also leave Boston University and, consequently, an air mattress in my dorm closet. See you @ Fenway. To Judd Waggoner, I leave a club sandwich in the middle of the forest, a live performance of ME!, the elusive Mr. Beast Burger in the Atlanta Mall, and my infinite respect when I am in your home. I also leave a warning that one day I will move in and you will be evicted from your room. To Judd’s Clones, I leave Judd. To Max Kai, I leave a cookie and an invitation to all of Sousa’s birthday parties. To JC Williams, I leave my phone, thank you for saving it from the marsh. To you, I especially leave Judd. To Caroline Sessoms, I leave sane talking stages and the knowledge that you will do much better in AP calc than I would’ve. I also leave you my wonderful role as Spirit Leader, be shockingly loud and exuberant. To Kate Selvitelli, I leave my thanks for your calc notes, a warm hug, and your bright future. To Dylan Rhyne, I leave my secrets. Thank you for being a vault. To William McCarty, I leave future bonfire success and stilts. Lol. To Leah Whipkey, I leave a Sprite, sorry I took the Coke. I also leave my french skills (lacking) and the guidance not to take AP French. To Britt Laubinger, I leave lunch money, the prom house taste test, New York, and my Trader Joe’s zip up. To Rowan Engelke, Hayden Moody, Hannah Collins, and Madeline Moye, I leave great luck, good vibes, and not one single college rejection. I promise, it’s over before you know it (lying). Lastly, to Dr. Cassidy, I leave Easter Island.

I, Frederick Browning, being of goofy mind and tough body, do hereby announce my senior will and the following: To Sam Abney, I leave a Nokia phone, padawan beads, the senior bench captain’s armband, and Lucas Sutherland. I also leave Jack Ham to mentor. To Jack Joseph Tierney, I leave a calculator, a warm smile, a bucket of ice water, and eventually an invite to something. To Blake Yarbrough, I leave shackles to break free of, as well as a decent game of shadow boxing and a good celebration for it. To Jack Ham, I leave Cooper Newman, a good car ride to an away game with decent music, as well as sprints to do in a dark parking lot. To Mateus, I leave one final bus ride and a singular Christmas Chubbies Sock. To Max Faricielli, I leave an Italian Flag, Vaughn, and various amounts of playing time from here to there, as well as probably the Alec Early Award. To Jace Gutting, I leave two dogs named Max and Sacha. To that entire junior friend group, a chance to visit me in college. To Cesar Ramirez-Pulido, I leave cave diving shoes and a captain’s armband, as well as the new title of “Senior Freaky Raptor”. To Thomas Power, I leave a large hotel room on an overnight trip to host fight club in. To Billy and Matthew Baer, I leave a snowy game of football and the ability not to guard me. To Tyler Penez, I leave infinite shots outside of the box and a funny accent. Micah Henson, you get Ozempic and a better attitude, as well as a bathroom stall. To Roger, you may have some brass knuckles for the next fight you get in. Finally, to the Judds, you get the next generation of investment club.

I, Ian Williams, of exhausted mind and tired body do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following… To Jace Gutting, I leave you Snapchat premium, hangouts at mine, and Senor Teq. To Cesa Ramirez, mijo, my dock, Tropical Smoothie, and the 8-man. To Josh Ramirez, a bright future and spot on the varsity soccer team. To Jack Ham, oh boy where do I begin… I leave you 2 feet of height, Cooper Newman’s company, and a cookie. To Mateus Guimares, I leave you joga bonito and a dog. To Blake Yarborough, wrist tape and Sweet and Spicy Seeds. To Jaidon Kevin Montiero Dailey, a new collar and happiness. To Sam Abney, everlasting team aux and Brazilian DNA. To Keon Hutchins, a smile and a comfortable Bible Study sleep spot. To Max Farricelli, some PT. To Dave Jacobs, I leave different breathtaking things and 886 Regatta Road. To Yidong Ye, the Investment Club Sceptre. To Owen Farr, a mystery JV player roommate on the next overnight trip. To Marquel “Bubba” Creighton, I leave my fishing spot. To Judd Waggoner, I leave O’s and JC Williams and a girl. Finally to JC Williams, my best wishes, my parking spot at home and at school, all of Mom and Dad’s attention, 8 years of good fortune, and Judd Waggoner and a girl.

I, Jenna Hallaba of empty mind and severely exhausted body hereby pronounce my senior will and leave the following. To Finley Connors I leave the honorable position of either Secretary or Co-President of the AMHS Investment Club, the choice of position is up to you. I hope you are able to continue the legacy of around the world slideshow presentations. To Steven Moody I leave the Instagram account for the Investment Club in the hope that you will post a lot more than I did- and promote the account as we only ever made it to seventeen followers. To Max Kai I leave endless bags of the Baked 50% Less Fat Cheetos that they sell at the cafeteria so you never have to steal anyones again. Finally, to Maya O’Leary I leave an amazing stress free two years left at magnet filled with raptor spirit and lots of fun with friends!

I, Meredith Finley, being of existent mind and body, do hereby leave the following. To Alejandra Revuelta, I leave behind the duty of being the only MPPAC dancer at Magnet. You’ll replace me well. To Soleil Abernathy, I leave my utmost thanks for carrying our table in Round Robin Review and Wordly Wednesday. To Hannah Johnson, I leave Gimkits with Dr. Francis and the traumatic memory of Spanish 3. To Gabbi and Yamil, I leave good luck for Calc BC next year (but you won’t need it!). To Kate Heichelbech, Jill Gunn, and Maggie Brock, I leave behind book drives and the NHS Peer Review Committee. Finally, to all of my former mentees and the current mentors, I leave the best possible junior and senior years of high school. I’m so proud of you!

I, Street Wilson, being of a gleaming mind and fashionable body, hereby announce my will. To Willy Wilson, first, I leave you with the task of carrying on the Wilson name through the halls of this great building. May you tackle this challenge with courage and spirit. Additionally, I leave you with the duty of keeping Mom and Dad company. I hope you make them smile, but never as proud as they are of me. I will give you the ability to make it to school on time. May your previous teacher forgive you for your tardiness. I hope you learn how to properly end a relationship and get more polite, but I am not confident that you will. Davis Maiden, I leave you with a spontaneous and spirited clase de español, may you cherish your final year. I further offer you an adorable sweater, please take care of it kindly. To Charlie Clause and Davis Maiden, I leave you AP AB Calc reels, may you always get a laugh at midnight. And of course, I leave you Ally the Tutor and infinite amounts of Chex Mix. Charlie Clause I leave you a phone that has been dropped from +60 ft, a few articles on the state of our government, a tennis match against Chloe Trowman, a sweatshirt with a hole in it, and most importantly the chance to lead not only the class of 2024 but the entire student body in spirit at every home sporting event as 1 of the 8 Spirit Leaders. To Nate Aaron, I gift you a paper map, maybe that will help you learn the directions to school To Riley Browder and Chisolm Pelzer, I leave you my brother, be patient with his stupidities, and take care of his casualties. Riley Browder and Willy Wilson, I further give you skiing endurance, a glaze circle, a mid-run tormenting session with a stranger, the gift of jumping out of my car at a random red light, and a stable economy blessed by none other than TSwift. May you finally understand the beauty and grace of her music. Most importantly, Riley, I give you the ability to be quiet and a future date with Olivia. For my final offering, I return the 5 or 6 chicken tenders I stole from you in the various mid-mountain ski restaurants. Madeline Moye, (my heart already aches at the thought of leaving you) I leave you first with my endless love and a forever spot on my dorm floor. I also leave you the confidence to face your enemies/opps and the ability to wake up for 7:50 AM Key Club meetings. I further remind you that I already gave you the role of prom committee chair and Key Club president. May you treat these positions with responsibility and dedication. I am leaving you the resume button on your WNBA career, may you bring out your inner Cliffie and Street the second you step into that gym. Where would we be without AMHS Girls Basketball and the spirit of Stevie Jones? Oh, and a certain bonding over shared trauma. I next give you a fun pickleball outing, endless Ruby’s meet-ups, comedic car rides, and country music-themed spin rides. Lastly I leave you with my parking spot, although you most definitely do not want it and highly advise you to choose a different one. Wren Kennedy, I grant you the right to choose a boy taller than you and endless bathroom run-ins and hallway highfives. Of course, I give you a MEAN ice cream sundae and the ability to catch a pass. Paul Simmons, I leave you a place on the SENIOR’S couch and an Instagram comment war. Clementine Willard and Lauren Schaffer, I leave you all my spirit and love and the most fond memories of me. Kidding! But not 🙂 I do leave you many potential fateful crashes and wrong turns on the rushed drives to away games. Sousa and I leave you with @raptorsglax, do not fail us, and please learn how to use Canva as soon as possible. Lauren Schafer, I leave you a movie date, an early* reservation at Obstinate Daughter, full control of the draw, some Nyquil to push through the mid-season colds, an incoming freshman that you can be friends with to fill the void that you will feel so deeply because of the loss of me. Clementine Willard, I leave you the best of luck when throwing parties, confidence to change the circle up, a game-winning goal and the responsibilities of texting the coaches when the lineup needs to be altered. Emma Miars, I leave you a return to Raptor glax and a cold ski trip to Idaho. To Madeline Moye, Isa Jicking, Ellie Sams, Serena, Molly Tombs, I leave you the largest club at magnet, may you never give up on it. I leave you trips to a convention center in Raleigh with a stop at Buccee’s on the way there and back, and a 10/10 dinner at the Cheesecake Factory. Rowan Engelke, Hayden Moody, and Hannah Collins, I leave you with a fabulous haircut, a never-ending prom night, and the nerve to stand tall against the haters. Rowan and Hayden, I leave you Coach Stevie, may you treasure his kindness, and maybe if you’re lucky, he will give you $20 in cash on your senior night. To Caitlin Farr, Jill Gunn, Mia Dewey and the rest of the AMHS glax team, I leave you beach yoga, secret sister traditions, “raptors on three, raptors on three”, Coach Summer’s traumatizing fear of fruit, and the hope of unlocking the field gate. May you never have to trek through the woods to start a practice. Moreen Jang, I leave you the loudest voice on the team, a Treinta Starbucks frappuccino with extra caramel, the ability to stay on your side of the line, and the title of best (and only) freshman of the year. Claire Yarborough, I and the rest of Fresh leave you a spot in our dorm room and Lane’s bedroom, please take over it and make it your glam workout/closet room.

I, Quinn Enright, being of rotted brain and hot body, do hereby leave the following… To Izzy Robinson, I leave all things pink, even more Crumbl cookies (pink sugar specifically), the same type, and the title of “Mini-me”. To Bennett McKnight, I leave lisp impressions, tofu, the guidance hall, lots of Crumbl cookies, and a dictionary competition. To Amy Adyaeva, I leave Officer Baber’s candy bucket, out-of-pocket comments, and grabbing feet in the bathroom. To Lucie Allen, Jennie Pelic, and Zoë Cook, I leave environmental science and Ms. Langley, sorry I never had my turn taking notes. To Alden Schuler and Amelie Gilmore, I leave TBS and Mr. Stallings. To Moreen Jang, I leave a plate full of chips – I know you like chips! –, and Brianna Robinson (Best dad ever). To Helina Lloyd, I leave Blooket baddies and español. To Anna Grandin, I leave a pocketful of sunshine, popcorn seasoning, and getting snowed in. To Sienna Monning and Giorgia Pingitore, I leave real pizza and a postponed Outer Banks viewing session, danke!

I, Anna Elise Fox, being of Berry mind and Berry-bound body, do hereby leave the following. To Boaz Makowsky, I leave Chloe Batiz, the entire Arcane saga, a teleportation device so you can get to school before 8:20 (and leave at 3:30), the entirety of Critical Wit and the legacy of our D&D adventures. May you lead us into an ever greater future under BIB. To Chloe Batiz, I leave Boaz Makowsky, a Dr. Pepper, magic pills that cure all your headaches this group causes, and my ID. May you slowly assume my identity and take my place in the years to come. To Luke Zheltov, I leave a pig, prom pictures, a variety of improv shows, an assortment of frisbees, long MineCraft expeditions, a long list of tv show, movie, and book recommendations, my entire collection of Auggie photos, a hug accompanied by a high five, and a thick stack of Berry postcards. Have an awesome senior year! To Punya Shukla-Hellin, I leave Eďîŷyħhyrřã’s political campaign posters, the Despicable Me movies, a can of g-fuel, unlimited Fanta, red-40, pure protein, the Once Piece, and the kiwi. Please look after him. (Oh and you can have the Lost Wish Campaign… do with Ethan what you wish). To Ethan Kantala, I leave Punya’s wrath. To Ben LeQuire, I leave “the codes,” the Legolas picture, and the responsibility to clean out and feed “The Bird Cage.” To Connor McDougle, I leave a golden cheese nugget and a frog statue to remind you of the true religion. To Jack Herzke, I leave all my snake pals, extra hours in the day so you can actually sleep, and a long list of complaints to be taken to court. I trust you will see to the end of DayLight Savings in my honour. To Grant McKellar, I leave a computer chip implant that will allow you to finally sleep more than 2 hours and to allow your brain to function after 3:00 PM. To Luke Williams, I leave a notebook filled with random drawings, including, but not limited to: frogs, hippopotamuses wearing cowboy hats, SpongeBob characters, airplanes, and visual representations of every Spanish word we tried to learn this year. I also leave the entirety of my Spanish-speaking skills. May my singular brain cell help you. To Jesse Hayes, I leave a published book of your lore in your name, pre-crushed bones, and a gigantic sea monster. To Elin Lin, I leave half of my creative brain juices and all the art supplies I said I would bring in, but never did. To Susan Dong, I leave the other half of my creative brain juices and a long list of random YouTube videos and shows to watch. To Hao Yu Lin, I leave quiet(er) APCSA and AP art classes. To Maya Pehl, I leave chaos. To Liam Rohrbacher, I leave my ID lanyard. To Orzn Hoel, I leave the comic sans font. To Noah Arnold, I leave a ton of music sheets and my crappy HSR builds. To Owen Russell, deep within “The Bird-Cage,” I leave an owl bear jacket, a light saber, the Lord of the Rings soundtrack on repeat, and last (but certainly not least), Felix. To Micah McDougle, deeper within “The Bird-Cage,” I leave a ChatBot that daily generates one random meme. To Ben Fox, I leave… a rock. Just kidding. I leave three years at Magnet without me introducing you as my “baby bruddah.” To Ms. Vann, I leave my IWA. To Mrs. Smith, I leave a right whale. To Mr. Phillips, I leave a quantum computer and a stress ball you can [safely] throw at people. To Ms. Callicott, I leave all of my filled sketchbooks from your classes, all of my failed works, all of my finished pieces, and the words “Materials,” “Processes,” and “Ideas.” To Señora Colón, I leave my student of the month picture, a coquí, and a plane ticket to New Zealand. To Mr. Percy, I leave the memory of the last Honors Statistics class. To Mr. Flo, I leave the F-35 that “went missing” last year. To Ms. Orr, I leave scantrons with the bubbles filled in to make a smiley-face, which I’ve always wanted to do. To Mr. Rush, I leave all my doodles from APUSH, and a second smiley-face-ified scantron sheet. To Mrs. Bortz, I leave my favorite poem: Wild Geese by Mary Oliver. To Mrs. Grayson, I leave my creations for the salons. To Mrs. Roop, I leave a magic suitcase from Fantastic Beasts with every weird sea creature imaginable. To Mrs. Yackey, I leave 100 glow-in-the-dark frisbees, a million dollars, and my eternal thanks for welcoming me to Magnet and the Ultimate Frisbee team 🥏

I, Quinn Swanton, being of able body and mind, do hereby leave the following. To Brayden Bunt, I leave you your father, next years freshmen class, the rights to Gordon(pumpkin), and the inability to be rolled. To Chip Powell, I leave you my heart and soul. To CJ Geiger, I leave you Chip. To Jack and Beckett, I leave you the rights to the Gordon snap gc. To Coach Wedge, Double H, and Slop, I leave you I leave you my JM premium account and Jamison. To Jamison, I leave you leading team warmups. To Nick, Wills, Sam, and Liam, I leave an excellent academic work ethic. To Andrew, I leave a pair of shorts. And to the entire cross country team, I leave my ChatGPT premium subscription.

I, Evie Walldorf of unstable mind and tired body do hereby leave the following; To Harper Woodlee I leave one chicken mini, a year full of health, and Topi. Maybe one day he will come back to visit you. To Finley Frenkel I leave Lowden and putting up with Harper, good luck. And to Lowden I leave endless games of brawl stars and not forgetting you have a test until the morning of. To the whole carpool I hope you find a fun carpool to drive next year and cracking your knuckles on the way to school. To Diggle I leave you an outrageous bowl cut, wearing oofos to school, a pack of tissues (sorry for not letting you have any) and your milk based vanilla frappuccino from starbucks. I do not leave you with any space in my dorm room and no permission to enter my room. To Mckenna West I leave volleyball aux, DO NOT disappoint me. Hannah McLaughlin and Helina Lloyd, I leave you with taking care of coach Hannah’s baby. To Mazie Jarrett, I leave endless banter and to Lilia Eberly I leave you with constant smiling and title as coach hannah’s favorite. Will Altman, I leave you the dirty dishes in Colorado and a career high of points next basketball season. Charlie McGlaughon, I leave you with my bright future and success. To Charlie Pappas I leave you a record number of threes, and Piper. Julia Dennie I leave you with the 8 missing shrimp that McCormick thinks I eat. I really hope you find them one day. Molly tombs I leave a date at chill and grill of course, the hunger games, shmee in a cone, and folkers. To Rowan Engelke I leave falling in the parking lot and rebounds (please). Hayden Moody I leave Rowan, and keeping everyone from quitting basketball. Hannah Collins I leave our bench conversations and keeping the reggae music alive. Logan Taylor I leave you with Stevie’s motivational halftime talks, and driving the bus as point guard (don’t crash it). Elle Fennell I give you permission to come to every Sunday dance party at USC, and 100 goals next season. Anna Cook I leave you with continuing to be the most encouraging on the team. Thank you for always being positive! And to the rest of the soccer team, I leave you with finishing my hype video of our team that is better than oceansides documentary. To Brit Laubinger and William McCarty I leave a spot at our lunch table whenever you need a place to sit and all of our leftover food (GF of course for Britt). I hope y’all don’t starve without us. And to mostly everyone in my will I leave a trip to USC to visit me whenever you want!

I, Jack Oakman, being of sarcastic mind and exhausted body, do hereby leave the following. To Berkay Sahin, Nat Wohlfeil, Yamil Perez, Liam Rohrbacher, Luke Zheltov, Isaiah Perlmutter, and Miranda Sundin the most random conversations and the beautiful game of ultimate frisbee. Please keep our club alive and strong. To Zavier Nutting, Yamil Perez, Leo Messina, Adam Leon, Luke Williams, Iris Steele, Yiqing Ye, Miranda Sundin, Luke Zheltov, Logan D’Agostino, Suguri Yamaguchi, I leave Ye Ole Fashioned, bath tub testing at 1 AM, backroom popcorn, and eternally-broken motors. To Logan D’Agostino, I leave No Feces February and a mostly-vegan diet. To Miranda Sundin, I leave an annoying brother. To Luke Zheltov, I leave Balatro and the messiest car I’ve ever seen. To Leo Messina, I leave a twisted imagination, incredible acting skills, and reels on paper. To Zavier Nutting, I leave constant broken bones and a beautiful prom dress. To Adam Leon, I leave the most diabolical reels. To Franny Hamilton, I leave disgusting Dollar General Laffy Taffys and a ride home. To Daniel Huang, I leave good luck on the college search, although I’m sure you won’t need it. To Lincoln Boucher, I leave “Pocket twos never lose” in AP Calc and my expert chess knowledge. To Berkay Sahin, I leave “Good Lookin” by Dixon Dallas and love for calculus. To Maggie Oakman, I leave the RAV4 and the Oakman legacy (your burden is great, young one). To Mrs. Yackey, I leave endless appreciation for Sammy the seagull, terrible dad jokes, and your consistent joy. And to Alden Shuler, I leave absolutely nothing.

I, Sawyer Quertermous, of thought provoking mind and body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following: To Steven Moody, I leave a Chinese buffet Practice, Finley Connors( please take care of him), Magnet swims instagram, and finally, I leave you my role as Investment Club Co-President. To Fletch Thurmond, A new Xbox, A happy life, and a filibuster. To Yiqing Ye, I leave my undying love and my French grade. To Blake Yarburough, I leave constant Bird noises, perfume, a JBL, and a bonified Bum. To Jack Childers, I leave you 1020 Orange Grove Rd. To Parker Hamilton, I leave Coach Jaci and great power and responsibility. To Dave Jacobs, I leave endless conversations and many visits to 886 Regatta Rd. To Mr. Percy, I leave an Oreo Pie, and a monster burger. To Joseph Sun and Thomas, I leave prosperous lives. To Hank Garret, I leave Keaton Murray’s diploma, I feel like it would be in good hands. To Hayes D, I leave the backseat of my truck and room for Jesus. To Yidong Ye, I leave the annual investment club leadership vacation. To Zach Drescher, I leave Instagram so that you can always be prepared for whoever you meet. To Ian Clair, I leave a salute. To Karsten Miner, I leave a seat in my truck. Finally, to Finley Connors, I leave car rides, a BTGB, and Trigg/Ashton.

I, Russell Christian-Rentz Hughes Jr., being of rotted mind and eternally-hungry body, do hereby leave the following to the children: To William Sander, I leave a satisfactory ending to One Piece, my core drill, conversations in the car, more phone calls at 9:30pm, and the overall responsibility of babysitting Cameron. Good luck buddy, you’re gonna need it. To Cameron Erde, I leave a new set of manners, a full set of cards, better posture, and luck finding new friends next year. Sorry you can’t follow me to college. To Julian Churchill, I leave more episodes of Black Clover and a full, not-stolen lunch. You may also (optionally) accept partial responsibility for babysitting Cameron. To Henry Plante, I leave apologies and more Cameron responsibility. To Sean “Tocinito” Bacon, I also leave a satisfactory ending to One Piece, a successful Pixelmon server, and a grand time with Dr. Francis in Spanish 5 (in my honor). To Vedant Parmar, I leave another all-nighter at Mimi’s. To Adi Ayandra, I also leave a satisfactory ending to One piece and a successful career in music for the “Adi Big Brother Band.” To Max Tippey, I leave something to do in gaming club and a new set of Fortnite skills. To Collin Hlavac, I leave victory over the allegations. To Luke Williams, I also leave a grand time in Spanish 5 with Dr. Francis, the responsibility of babysitting Cameron in spanish, a better Pinterest page, and Tralalero Tralala. To Liam Rohrbacher, I leave the legacy of Cornelius. To Luke Zheltov, I leave the title of Frisbee Captain and immense luck running a gaming club in school next year. To Trig Northup, I leave anything you want. You are so pure. To Miranda “Mirandy” Sundin, I leave the perfect frisbee attendance award and a framed photo of Coach Wes. To Brayden Bunt, I leave an FNCS championship with Cameron and the responsibility of babysitting him online. To Jill Gunn, I leave better skills in integration. To Luke Zheltov, Miranda Sundin, Yamil Perez, Liam Rohrbacher, Berkay Sahin, Nat Wohlfeil, Isaiah Perlmutter, Maggie Oakman, Trig Northup, and Alden Shuler, I leave the magic of ultimate frisbee. Never stop playing. Keep our club alive. Love it as I have. To Mr. Lovering, I leave all of the homework for other classes I did in first block and NO ANTS in the back room. To Sra. Colon, I apologize on behalf of Cameron. For everything. To Mrs. Yackey, I leave an eternity of gratitude for making me “drink the Kool-Aid” and a D1 frisbee player as a son. Last and certainly least, I leave Alden Shuler absolutely nothing.

I, Lindsey Griffin, being drained of mind and exhausted of body, do hereby leave the following… To Addy Kattler, I give car accident-free rides to school (I’m still sorry), general common sense, and a date with Campbell Stoklosa. Also to Addy and Mia Dewey I leave carrying the cross country team with endless PRs and Saturday 5 a.m. bus rides to meets. To Sophie Skaff I leave gossiping in the Skaff kitchen and many more birthday milestones without Max Peters. Relax and enjoy. To Elle Fennell, I leave tap in goals against Woodland and the job of introducing the freshman to bible study and BG Baptism the right way. To Logan Taylor I leave the future of magnet women’s basketball, I know you’ll carry. Don’t let Elle quit. To Emma Nelson I give the position of power forward and summer training sessions with Coach Andy. Also, I give Emma what Eliza Compton gave to me and what Emma Morrison and Maya Thompson gave to her: the goal. Beat Bishop England for me. To Suzette Head I give all of Coach Stevie’s love and confidence on the basketball court. To Rowan Engelke, I leave semi spray tans, beautiful running form, and many more features on Sophia’s CapCuts. To Hayden Moody I leave aux for basketball practices and endless college visits. I better see you every weekend. To Madeline Moye I leave yelling “KEEP” from midfield. To Hannah Collins, I leave the ability to talk without sarcasm and endless kindness. To all four of you I leave a better rhyme without reason theme, a break(up?) that never ends, and an awesome senior year. To the rest of the girl’s soccer, cross country, and basketball teams I leave an open futon at Wake and so much love and success for all of you.

I, Joseph Schady, being of a tough mind and not goofy body, do hereby leave the die table to Julia Schady, carry on its legacy and use it well. To Jace Gutting, I leave you your AirPods, may we forever wonder what you were doing at my house at 1 a.m. To Judd Waggoner, I entrust the keys to my house to you, use them wisely. Parker Hamilton I now dub you a spirit leader; take the role with pride. To Jack Childers and Parker Hamilton, I leave my 42 Dugg playlist and the duty of leading the swim team. Steven Moody, I leave the burden (and joy) of carrying the team. Julia Koch, I leave you the space coup, may it serve you well in times of need. To Julia Schady, I grant you two glorious years of not being known as “Little Schady.” Teddy LoRusso and Isa Jickling, I leave you AP Calc BC, good luck. Billy and Bennet Bear, may you carry on the tradition of late night chill runs, you two will be deeply missed. Nate Aaron, I leave you the task of naming one brother. Ian Clare, I leave you my F-150 and every ride to swim that came with it, may you cherish our carpool for the rest of your years. To Will McCartney, I leave Gold’s Gym and my collection of anabolic steroids. Dylan Rhyne, I hope you continue making the fire Instagram posts. To all my fellow Summer Scholars leaders, I leave our morning raves, make sure you give the incoming freshman the same experience they had with us. Graham Gregory, I leave the cybersecurity team, may you take it to heights I was never able to achieve. To Yiqing Ye, I leave my 100 in physics, it could not have been done without you. To Reid Aikman, I leave a singular twinkie. You will always have a place in Sawyer’s and my heart. Finally, to the class of 2026, good luck with your senior year, I know each and every one of y’all will do amazing things.

I, Grace Griffin, of deteriorating mind and slumped body, do hereby leave the following to my fellow Magnet students and faculty. To Tiana Mallawaaratchy, I leave the score table and the many times we were talking rather than paying attention, I leave the mentor study halls where you were forced into yap sessions rather than doing our work, I leave the countless mentee meetings of yours that I crashed, and I leave Homeless Hope Club. May you find an underclassman to adopt as I have with you. To Izzy Robinson, I leave countless hours spent talking Oliver’s car before school and the endless amount of steps we took walking down and back the hallways yapping between classes. May you find a new hallway buddy to continue this tradition. To Bennet McKnight, I leave many more presentations on you-know-who (of which I do believe existed) and many more mentor study halls spent in the guidance hall. May you always be able to speak out! To Logan Taylor, I leave the precious golf team (hopefully you’ll find a few more girls to fill out the team!!), I leave the golf instagram (heed it well), I leave the important task of getting Emma to karaoke on the way to practice, and I leave the immeasurable task of annoying Coach Stackhouse by turning practice time into yap time. May you always hit the green and beat you-know-who!! To Emma Nelson, I leave the responsibility of keeping the team on task during practice and matches, the 2nd position in matches, and I leave all the Noodle balls in the world. May you always be partnered with relaxed and chill players in tournament season! To Abby Ross, I leave blaming everything on Emma’s red hair, picking on her for driving with her putter, and having the team goof off during State’s practice round. May you always have enough golf girls for a team! To Coach Stackhouse, I leave endless golf practices that turn to yap sessions, bus rides to matches, and endless putting competitions. May we have a State win in the near future! To Mrs. Yackey, I leave you the upcoming freshman who will have the privilege of saying that you were their first teacher at Magnet as I have been able to! May you always have good students and amazing mentors!! And with that, I leave Magnet with no regrets and countless amazing memories!!

I, Isla Todd, being of not so sound body or mind, do hereby leave all of my most prized possessions to the following individuals. First, to Moreen Jang, I leave 4 Iced Vanilla Redbulls and a defibrillator for when you have a heart attack from too much caffeine. To Mia Dewy, I leave a bean burrito from La Hacienda and some guacamole. To Judd Waggnoer, I leave a homeless fit and a faster time of getting down the stairs to let me in the front door. To Addy Kattler, I leave walks around the neighborhood and amazing senior posters. To Rowan Engelke, I leave an amazing bench and absolutely no playing time. To Wren Kennedy, I leave 1000 mini rubber bands so you can keep being the designated lacrosse hair braider. To Zadie Hawk, I leave hallway lurking privileges. To Jill Gunn, I leave a telescope so you can continue having conversations about space during the warm-up lap. To Britt and William, I leave a new pair of rain boots and the woods. To Maya and Tegan Oleary, I leave the Sullivan’s Island Polar Plunge. To the rest of the AMHS cross country team, I leave the weirdest warm-up questions you can possibly think of. And finally, to the rest of the AMHS lacrosse team, I leave bug spray.

I, Thomas Hershey, being of genius mind and chiseled body do hereby leave the following. To Charlie Pappas, I leave you the green light to shoot everything. To Billy Baer, I leave you unlimited varsity minutes. To Jaidon Dailey, I leave the ability to actually be a point guard, may you use it next year wisely. To Bennett Bair, I leave a spot on next year’s basketball team, I hope you take it. To Eli Sherman, I leave a spot on a D3 basketball team and a senior career that is very different from mine. To Jack Tierney, I leave all the hallways of Magnet, may you roam them to your heart’s content. To Nate Aaron, I leave car rides and prom houses. To the entire basketball team, I leave more than 4 wins next year with a new coach. To Teddy Larusso, I leave help next year on the lacrosse team. To Ellison Ryan, I leave John Thomasson, do whatever you want with him. To William Dooley, I leave Carswell. To Chisolm Pelzer, I leave a free pass to slash whoever you want, those refs have no idea what they’re doing. I also leave you some new sunglasses. To Campbell Stoklosa, I leave a 100% faceoff percentage. To the entire lacrosse team, I leave playoffs next year, run it back.

I, John Thomasson, of silly mind and passionate body. To Ellison Ryan, I leave my enormous and massive lacrosse shoes to fill, I hope you can handle them. To Judd Waggoner, I leave crosschecks of doom and despair. To Chisolm Pelzer, I leave tuff stepovers and as much time as you’d like in the penalty box, just know Peter will have to fill in for you now, I also leave endless days of shade and overcast, I don’t like getting sun in my eyes either. To Teddy Lorusso, I leave my apologies, the lacrosse team rides on you. To Billy Baer, I leave Ella Hudson’s house and a foam finger for your van, I hope you continue to cheer along the streets. To Campbell Stoklosa, I leave Emilio, treat him fair. To Jack Tierney, I leave giggles and toodles, I can’t believe you quit lacrosse. I leave nothing to Jack Childers or Quinlan O’Keefe. I leave Street Wilson to Davis Maiden. To the lacrosse team, I leave Caleb Fennell, please treat him with love. To Mr. Percy, I leave skeleton notes. I leave Nate Aaron exactly one Immersive Spatial Computing and Augmented Reality Visual Interface System for Next-Generation Mixed Reality Experiences and Advanced Multisensory Engagement. To Dave Jacobs, I leave the many horrors of the world. To Bubba Creighton, I leave shrimp and fish for all your days. To Mrs. Hurt, I leave 😉.

I, Carter Dryden, of burnt-out mind and body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following: To Campbell Stoklosa, I leave a perfect reels algorithm, a calendar, easy CrazyCattle3D victory royales, and the legend himself, Mr. Fein. To Alden Shuler, I leave 3 sets of buzzers. To Yiqing Ye, I leave my endless gratitude and French classwork and homework. To Tyler Perez, I leave a Bahamian straw hat and bus. To Aaron Zhu, I leave my LeBron James body pillow and a signed game-used Dell Curry jersey. To Blake Bocelli, I leave my handicap and affirmations to become the #1 golfer in the state. To Dillon Gott, I leave all my fantasy sports accounts and a fresh deck of cards. To Dr. Altman, I leave another year of working at Magnet with Blake Yarborough. To Ms. Smith, I leave my late work and unused notecards. To Mr. Percy, I leave you endless proofs and guided Precal notes. To Mr. Rush, I leave the Red Sox beating the Orioles.

I, Chloe Trowman, being of perpetually distracted mind and always freezing body, do hereby leave: To Moreen Jang, I leave you a better secret, sister (I’m sorry for forgetting all the time), and every possible hypothetical defense situation you could think up. To Maggie Schwartz and Kamya Pham, I’m leaving you unlimited fresh cans of tennis balls and a battle for my Raptors Tennis Lululemon Scuba. To Claire Yarbrough, I leave you the mighty job of taming Cooper and ensuring Walt carries on the Yarbrough legacy at Magnet. To Emma Miars, I leave you endless ski trips, the bleached bob I’ll never forget, a ride to school whenever you want, and making sure Isla and Carolina get along (an unattainable task) To Riley Browder and Willy Wilson, I leave you blueberries (as I’ve heard they’re getting expensive), the good old step-back 360 airball, all of the Streetisms, and the ability to ski because you could use some assistance. To Lauren Schafer and Clementine Willard, I leave you some new freshman best friends, a 20-0 win against Oceanside, and spilling the tea on and off the field. To Sophia Easterbrook, I leave an open spot as varsity tennis captain that I hope you will finally fulfill, the @amhsgtennis Instagram password, a shared crush, and junior USTA tournaments from when we thought we were going pro. To the rest of the Girls Varsity Tennis team (Addie Deford, Leah Bagg, and Victoria Carabus), I leave you all another state championship (I’ll be there cheering y’all on) To Jill Gunn and Wren Kennedy, I leave you getting jiggy on the lacrosse field, the best top corner snipe shot, and dizzy. To Hayden Moody and Rowan Engelke, I leave you the best haircuts and an even better senior season with unlimited Chipotle/Cava/Chick-fil-A stops. To the rest of the Girl’s Varsity Lacrosse team (Sara Mojica, Caitlin Farr, Mia Dewey, Julia Dennie, Maggie Conlon, Claire Livermore), I leave y’all endless fun practices with all of the candy and pool noodles you could ever imagine, and maybe even a vengeful win against Philip Simmons. And to the boys’ lacrosse team, I wish you a winning season (please lock in) and the mourning of your seniors. To Charlie Clause, I leave you a 13 UTR and maybe the #1 spot your senior year. Bennett Bair, I have given you the extraordinary role of spirit leader. I hope you will wear the best outfits and go all out every game. Finally, to everyone mentioned, there is eternally a spot in my dorm for you to stay with me (please visit; I’m going to be so homesick) Go Dawgs!!!!!!!!!

I, Jack Troy, being of mythical mind, and temple like body to herbey leave the following. To Parker Hamilton I leave the swim team to lead and continue the legacy and Jack Childers. To Jack Childers I leave Parker and unlimited food. To Steven Moody I leave you Coach Jaci and great power and resbonsablity. To Aayush I leave a stick of deodorant and new tennis balls. To Paul I leave you a bridge run. To Jack Ham I leave you a soccer ball and chat gpt to help you in your academic endeavors. To Yedong I leave you my love and my smarts to propel you into college. To Davis Madden I leave you google translate. Mr Percy I leave you a baconator and a happy retirement. To the swim team I leave success for next year and the ability to trian at your best. To Mrs hurt I leave you my superb writing skills and good health.

I, Aiden Ball, being of disheveled mind and fatigued body do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following… To Moreen Jang, I leave the Academic Magnet DECA Instagram account. Take care of the DECA Raptor social media accounts, I believe you can be the best social media manager ever. To Bennett McKnight, I leave you the compelling memory of Helen Keller speaking out against the hate as well as Helen Keller Roblox, the Solar Power album and all Lorde’s future work, and Angela Murray’s televised crash-outs. Let’s hope she gets back on the TV circuit soon. To James Malm, I leave a Jersey Mike’s sub and You Pick 2 from Panera Bread in Tanger for lunch at DECA states. To Brianna Robinson, I leave you with Moreen Jang at DECA states for next school year. Good luck! To Tiana Mallawaaratchy, I leave the title of “Mentee to Best Mentor.” To Anna Grandin, I leave a Dunkin run before school! To Eliza Miller, I leave a map of the Clemson campus made of Mac and Cheese and water bottles. And finally, Izzy Robinson, I leave my spot in the lunch line. Hold your ground and don’t let the opps get in front of you. Thank you for an amazing four years at Magnet!

I, Isabelle O’Leary, of indecisive mind and fatigued body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following…To William McCarty and Britt Laubinger I leave a certain snapchat handle, new people’s leftovers to eat, the woods, and our corner lunch table, please take good care of it. To Riley Browder I leave Fein x Carnival remixes and stops at Chick-fil-A on the way home from school. To Charlie Pappas, I leave you Maya and Teagan to dogsit while Evie and I are gone, crossed fingers that the Celtics have a good season, and the strength to do all the extra work to apply to the UC’s. And to the both of you, the carrying on of junior-freshman carpools, may you not get pulled over on the way to school. To Wills Walldorf, I gift you with processed snacks and my love for Schmee. To Maya and Teagan O’Leary I leave behind my legacy at Magnet…whatever that entails. Specifically to Teagan O’Leary I leave sneaky trips to the gas station, hopes that you get a job in food and bev, a blow up mattress, afternoon hotdogs, a penguin stuffed animal, and a pint of Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice cream. Last but not least, to Maya O’Leary I happily leave whatever is left of my closet after I pack (use it wisely), an open invitation to my dorm to come visit, Snapchat filters, a box of Trader Joe’s meringues, my Classpass subscription, and JustDance.

I, Lu Oppelt, of rotted mind and body, do hereby leave the following: To Graham Gregory, I leave the AMHS Academic Team, a provision which is null and void, as I have no official power in the AMHS Academic Team, you’ll have to see who the real captains give it to. To the highest bidder, I leave my superior parking spot, #64, it’s really wide and in the shade. Bids should be placed as cash, into my hand. No refunds no purchase necessary offer not available in Puerto Rico.

I, Peyton Schultz, being of a nauseated mind and repetitive body, do hereby leave the following. To Hannah McLaughlin I leave any Spanish knowledge I still retain and any K-Pop song I have ever listened to. You may end up receiving nothing and for that I leave my apologies. To Alden Shuler I forward Abram’s gift to me of the fallout of his cybercrimes. If need be you may also pull from my quiz bowl knowledge. To Liam I leave games, unlimited games, nausea pills, and a perfect Balatro run. It may not be much, but it is all I can give after you have been given the greatest gift of Silksong. To Emme I leave all my fighting spirit including my convictions and hopes for a better future. May you continue to grow into the leader our world wishes it could have. To Matthew “Boy Whimsy” Westbury I leave a pair of scissors and a chicken jockey. Unfortunately, everything else that I planned to give you was donated by my mom to Goodwill. To Graham Gregory I pass off my linux operating system and all the cables that are tangled underneath my father’s desk. To Sameen Basunia I leave the honor of the Academic Magnet C team and all my love for chemistry. Finally, to all Academic Magnet students I present the courage to run away. To do what is best for you and take a break. Leave it all behind and find a better purpose. The world is much bigger than these suffocating high school walls.

I, Mercer Aiden Bundis III, of worn-out mind and toned (but not too toned) body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following: To Jaidon Daley, I leave the AMHS basketball prized leash- I know you will wear it every day! To Bennett Bair, I leave my passion and love for the game of basketball, as your own needs some reinvigorating. To Eli Sherman, I leave the leadership of the team’s Friday night Havdalah. To Paul Simmons and Luke Nestleroad, I leave the captainship to the boys’ volleyball team- use it wisely! To Charlie Pappas, I leave you motivated to talk to girls in real life, or as you like to say, IRL. To Ethan Orza, I leave my love for your mother- tell her Mercer says “Hey” but make it sound cool. To Billy Baer, I leave the power of my non-broken ankle so that you can finally dunk.

I, Nikos Paraschos, being of sound mind and passionate body to hereby leave the following. To Davis Maiden, I leave the ability to beat me in golf, Gold’s Gym and one thousand free fly pullovers. To Billy Baer I leave 2v2 golf scrambles and Ella Hudson’s house sophomore year. To Bennett Bair I leave the absolute chillest of poker runs and a permanent spot in the poker regs. To Nate Arron, I leave the apple vision pro if you haven’t already gotten it for Christmas. To Charlie Claus, I also leave the ability to win in a scramble without getting carried. To Paul Simmons, I leave a permanent spot on the baseball bench and infinite snapstreaks. To Jack Tierney, I leave the hallways of AMHS and the ability to skip all of your classes. To Mateus Guimaraes and Tripp Bates, I leave the car rides to school even though we were late most of the time and the entirety of I’on. To Willy Wilson and Chisolm Pelzer, I leave two pairs of Cordinas and a $1000 shades of Charleston gift card. To Jaidon Daley, I leave a return to poker and good poker luck in the future. To Anson Harrison, Owen George, and Cole Ivey I leave the baseball SC state championship next year. To Owen Farr, I leave fishing luck and I’on.

I, Megan Massie, being of chaotic mind and whimsical body, do hereby leave the following. To Elle Fennel I leave many soccer goals scored, a 5 in AP bio, and a trusty and loyal warm up partner. Upon Anna Cook, I leave many subs to you in soccer games so that you actually get a break, as well as a prom dress that isn’t green ;). To Ava Williams I leave a new emotional support water bottle and many yap sessions. To Logan Taylor I leave tik tok fame for your pre-game dance TikToks. And finally, to the AMHS varsity girls soccer team, I leave many more crazy Alister half time speeches.

I, Peyton Johnson of Academic Magnet High School do hereby leave the following. To Brayden Bunt the team my role as a co captain and the ability to keep everyone in order, you are going to do great trust. To Jack Lonon and maybe Beckett S I leave you the car rides to town center. To Jamison Khubu and Hayden Mendenhall I leave you the six mile running community keep it strong. To Ian Claire I leave you the ability to continue to be Coach Wedge. To Charles Chip Powell I leave you the ethos of the team and everything in between. To the rest of the cross country team I leave you the legacy we have started continue to uphold it and make Coach Johnson proud. To Mason Fisher and Jordan Johnson I leave you my physics smarts or lack thereof, sorry guys for the long year. To Anna Cook I leave Cancer Outreach Club continue to make a big impact. And finally I leave ping pong club to the first person to email me at johpey8224@ccsdschools.com

I, Amelia Sanderson, being of blank mind and tall body do hereby leave the following. I leave a greencard for both Giorgia Pingitore and Sienna Monning so they can stay in South Carolina and enjoy the summer with us (especially 4th of July). I also leave Sienna a brushmyteeth so she doesn’t have to keep looking for hers. To Giorgia, I also leave a hair pinsi and some ellusive shredded cheese not found in Italy. I leave the lunch table to Izzy Robinson to enjoy her senior year outside in the sunshine and a good parking spot so you can get out of the parking lot quickly. To Owen Sanderson, I leave the trap house for you to decorate atrociously and the car so you can stop getting mad that I’m always driving it. And to all of Academic Magnet, I leave a Student Concerns Specialist that won’t walk out on a random Thursday.

I, Kimberly Do, of amazing mind and extraordinary body, do hereby leave the following. To Grace Smith and Makena Turner, I leave theater class at AMHS- what a time crawling on the stage like a baby. To Brayden Bunt, I leave a memorable promposal- I hope prom is also ‘running’ through your mind next year when I can’t do a legendary set-up. To Anna Cook, I leave a great presidency- I expect Cancer Outreach Club will run smoothly now that Quinn’s gone. To Amy Adyaeva, I leave the giggles and looks of admiration from the Mock Trial juries. To Aayush Bansod, I leave Coach (and criminal) D’s passion for his young athletes. To Mateus Guimaraes (Louis Litt), I leave the future of Mock Trial, doing everything by the book, and the legacy of being Harvey Specter- you’ll get there (hopefully). To Jack Tierney, I also leave the future of Mock Trial, perfect closing arguments, and dramatic hand gestures (remember: keep them in the truth plane and passion plane, not the grotesque plane). To Jace Gutting, I leave a lie detector test so you can finally clear up all of the false rumors! To Srijita Roy, I leave the Coach’s guidelines- hopefully you can follow them. To the rest of the Mock Trial team, I leave patience to deal with Jack and Mateus and hope for a Mock Trial romance! To Helina Lloyd, I leave the JV soccer practices. To Moreen Jang, I leave countless hallway chats and debriefs. To Eliza Miller, I leave more Slowdive concerts. To Vanessa Nguyen, I leave the future of executive student council- I hope there are more heated discussions. To Zuriel Nyamutsaka, I leave side-by-side parking spaces- I promise to work on my stellar parking skills. To Jennie Pelic, I leave bench chats in the freezing cold. To Kamya Pham, I leave the friendship of our dads. To Lowery Rissmiller, I leave gallons and gallons of water. To Jordon Roberts, I leave the outside back position. To Hannah Collins, I leave the lyrics of ‘Get Jiggy’ by B Jack$ and Zeddy Will. To Elle Fennell and Logan Taylor, another memorable bible study but no scandals. To Bea Fennell, I leave Elle. To Molly Tombs, I leave handball. To Aniya Wright, I leave rushing people out the door at semi. To Emerson Sprott, I leave all of the AP CSP knowledge that is left in my brain (none!). To Quincy Luther, I leave infinite hallway hugs. To Bennett McKnight, I leave our lunch table- where shade was brought and tea was clocked. To Ava Williams, I leave soccer practice debriefs, endless hugs, and the art of plotting- #needthat.

I, Emma Fang, of brainrotted mind and statistically average body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following: To Chloe Batiz and Boaz Makowsky, co-leadership of the Creative Writing Club, the bag of words, and one Austrian shilling. May your one word stories stay almost on the rails, and may your virtual monies stay out of Mrs. Grayson’s overflowing swear jar. To Emme Williamson, a miniature space heater in my absence, an archive of incomprehensible Tiktoks and cat memes, a spinning fox emote, and an appreciation for your cool knife tricks (all done with a carabiner on school grounds, of course). To Graham Gregory, ethical animal treatment in a totally legal copy of Minecraft and the knowledge that you are sturdy enough to withstand a glomping. Keep being the Academic Team’s best wildcard; I’ll be cheering for you. To Liam Rohrbacher, an ominously empty recycling bin, a red face from reciting the entirety of Jabberwocky from memory, the role of Academic Team’s literature expert, and Velzie’s truly nauseating fondness for repetition. Good luck on your coup d’état, you’ll be an excellent team captain. To Matthew Westbury, the heavy responsibility of being the last of the Boy Trinity, neverending whimsy, an impeccable fashion sense, good fortune on Geoguessr, and a perfectly ripe Gala apple. To Jonah Elliott, a mental name tag for myself and better luck at dominos. To Xi “Elaine” Chen, eternal reassurance that you are not cooked in terms of BC Calculus. To Alden Shuler, beef. To Lincoln Boucher, a somehow threatening neutral gaze, the memory of your detailed explanation of zwischenzug (I did have to look it up again I’m sorry), late night Twitch streams, a Starbucks caramel crunch, and a lovingly-made amigurumi duck (that was excellent for a first try). Continue on your quest of chessing betterment, but know you’ll always be the best in the world to me. To Pressley Weiss and Freya Lawrence, a mutual appreciation of Epic the Musical and Fool’s Gold, wild gesticulations, enough out-of-context quotes to fill a novel, and the wish that you continue writing, because your creativity and imagination knows no bounds. You’ll make great club leaders one day, if you choose that path. To Harper Teague, a printed copy of AMHS Creative Writing’s first successful zine (to my knowledge), much gratitude for your graphic design skills, and the hope that you will continue the legacy. You’re going places, and you know it. To Dr. Cassidy, a Gregory sticker sent from my friend in California, a container of soup(?), Peeper my beautiful daughter, and the hope that your plant will not be knocked over again. To Mr. Devenio, a stack of non-disappearing periodic tables, because I was never eating them, I promise. To Ms. Smith, a six pound cane toad and the patience to deal with far too many shenanigans. To Mr. Garris, a full tray of mints, Rutherford, and Akbar. Please take good care of them, and thank you for making history class enjoyable for one brief moment. To Ms. Etikerentse and Ms. Vann, a sufficient amount of pizza for many hungry team members and a tight hug, because Academic Team could not prosper without you. To Mrs. Grayson, Helga the Hellacious from the short-lived creative writing group story and just enough chaos to keep things interesting. Thank you for helping Lillian and I make the Creative Writing Craft Sale a success. To Mr. Perlmutter, the knowledge that you will never win at Bananagrams if I am present (and no, Zeusing will never become a thing.) To the rest of Magnet, a multitude of small crocheted creatures, best wishes, and gratitude. If I thanked every person who’s helped me over these four years this will would never end. Find the little things that keep you sane and hold them dear, because you will need them. See y’all starside 💜

I, Cy Benich, being of scattered mind and freezing body, do hereby leave the subsequent items. To Reese Szymkowicz, I leave the well-being and structured teachings of the wrestling team. Furthermore, I leave him the responsibility of maintaining the post-weigh-in food supply to preserve the energy of the team and also warm-ups. To Dean Barnwell, of whom I do not know the level of access to Academic Magnet documentation, I give as well, wrestling warm-ups and the future legacy of state placement. To Dylan Rhyne, I bestow the gift of double knotted shoelaces, leaning back in chairs during BC Calculus, and a yearbook in the makerspace. To Zavier Nutting, I leave the breadth of acquired hockey injuries and a broken hip. To Eric Yu, I rest all of the correct answers to AP Physics 1 warm-up questions and a low percent error in lab calculations. To Alessandro Mazzi, the understanding of a relaxing senior year schedule now rests in your palms. To Tiana Mallawaaratchy, I leave the money box, the absence of Helin Bilgis, and the joy of AP Spanish blookets. To Samuel Galloway, I leave AP Spanish conversations with Dra. Lupo about our better taste in music. And with that, I leave magnet Academic Magnet in search of a better life.

I, Molly George, of optimistic mind and short statured body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following: To Jill Gunn, the absolute legend, I leave you the highly coveted title of being my favorite (which I am pretty sure you claimed within 10 minutes of meeting me hahaha). I will miss you dearly and hope you will find an underclassroom to aggressively wave to and high five in the hallways. There is a spot on my dorm floor reserved for you. To both Jill Gunn and Kate Heichelbech, I leave you my gratitude for all your help with NEHS and excitement to see what amazing things you do next year. You guys rock! To Amy Adyaeva, Aayush Bansod, Mateus Guimaraes, Jace Gutting, and Jack Tierney, I leave you my part of the Mock Trial team and wish you all the best of luck. To Amy Adyaeva, I leave you my true belief there are many “Most Effectives” in your future and the deserving title of best Frankie Fulton ever. To Aayush Bansod, the fact “guidelines be guidelines” and that you were 100% not responsible. To Mateus Guimaraes, the best rule book there is to make sure you continue to do everything “by the book”. To Jace Gutting, I leave you a dictaphone to truly embody your calling as Louis Litt. To Jack Tierney, the honor of greatest defense closing of all time and the newest phone to dial 911 in a timely manner. To Amy Adyaeva, Delaney Cox, Jaime Gullo, Srijita Roy, Sophia Zheng, and Venessa Zheng, the memories of running around the hotel and our conversations with Kia. To Kennedy Warren, the role as my favorite co-doctor (although we all know it was the Stranaxel hahaha). You all are so funny and the best underclassmen. To the entire team, I see flights to Kansas in your future!! To Julia Koch, Vanessa Nguyen, and Zadie Hawk, I leave you the captainship of the XC team and the responsibility of pre-meet circle pep talks. To Taylor Cheng, Cate Angle, Evie Hassid, Sona Harris, Ellie Sams, Mia Dewey, Vivian Rachman, Lowery Rissmiller, Parker Blessinger, Lillian Pastre, Emelie Norton, Elizabeth Wheelon, Natalie Cina, Kate Stahle-Smith, Ridgley, Addy Cutler, Allison Wang, Lucy Harper, Dora Wang, Marley Abdamalek, Isabella Reilly, Ailin Norales, Lane Hawk and Sally Lewis, I leave you the memories of our 20 minute circle times before every single practice, the times we ran to the playground, and your appreciation for our beloved “question of the day”. Take good care of Hoff. May your days be filled with as many “easy runs” as your heart desires. I will miss y’all! To Alessandro Mazzi, I leave you a clock perpetually set to 11:40 am and a 24 pack of Ticonderoga pencils. To Erick Yu, a gold plaque titled “Greatest Physics Partner Ever” and the knowledge that I am the greatest lab timer ever. Don’t forget about me when you take over the world. Thank you both for putting up with me! We survived!! Also, to Keertana Samuel, honorable mention for standing up to open the door a million times. To Brayden Bunt and CJ Geiger, I leave you 5 dollars to buy something from THE Daniel Island gas station and the trust in my top-tier driving abilities. To Jamison Kubu, the responsibility of carrying on the XC traditions. To Alden Shuler, I leave you the location to my top secret snack stash. Use it wisely. To Sameen Basunia, the distinction of greatest BC calc sophomore of all time and a medium DQ blizzard. To Winfield Swing, the memories of laughing through Chem Lab and Señor García III. Apologies if I forgot anyone! In true Molly fashion I am writing this the day before it is due so there is definitely a chance. To each and every one of you, I hope you know you have a friend in me wherever I go (at the time of writing this that is TBD hahaha…). I truly wish you the very best of what the world has to offer. Enjoy the rest of your time at Magnet!! I can’t wait to see what y’all do.

I, Dean McCullough, being of poor judgment mind and exhausted body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Tyra Perez, I leave Charleston Fun Park, the ability to run a slant, Comeback Shack, and the magnet receiving room. To Whitney Parnell, I leave Coach K. To Avraham, I leave the ability to control the weather, the government, and the economy. To Chouaib, I leave the Fellowship of Muslim Athletes. To Tyler Heckman, I leave Mr. Flo and some more classic physics problems. To Dicks, I leave my crunch membership and playing time maybe. To Camp-bell Stoklosa, I leave Chloe Trowman, Comeback Shack, brain rot, and Teddy’s sister. To Nate Aaron, I leave a pencil. To Cole Ivey, I leave Whitney Parnell and the ability to carry the offense. To Anson, I leave Ros the barber. To Big Logan, I leave incredible leadership skills. To Carson Clark, I leave some play. To Sam Peters, I leave more experiences where you don’t have to babysit. To Theodore Larusso, I leave Campbell’s sister, more study time, a spot at Duke, and all the men in the world. To Julia Koch, I leave A Demanding Icecream and a creeper from Minecraft. To Ethan Orza, I leave a win in a 1v1, Noah’s diseases, and Grimace. To Maya O’Leary, I leave Fletch Thurmond. To Jaidon Daley, I leave a leash and the rest of the money owed from the baka incident. To Owen George, I leave the ability to throw on the run. To Jack Childers, I leave a nice neck. To Charlie Claus, I leave the Ballad of Curtis Loew, and I am sorry I will not be in your next AP science class. To Bobby Boucher, I leave my receiver one spot. To Jack Tierney, I leave Claire Yarbrough.

I, Eliza Thorn of tired mind weary body do hereby leave the following. To Jennie Pelic I leave my most prized possession and partner and crime, Po. Cherish him. Carry on the legacy. To Molly Tombs I leave the best bus ride movies: 2014 Annie and Zootopia. I also leave you the warm up giggles, half time talks, endless EKEM carpools, and my ipad… just kidding. To Sophie Skaff, Julia Schady and Aaron Zhu, I leave the best lab group ever, and the next generation of future surgeons. To Aaron Zhu I also leave a little sprinkle of positivity and the test tube we know you broke on the first week of school. To Julia Schady I also leave you all your chick fil a points, getting a 5 on every AP exam, and a binder full of your own paper. To Sophie Skaff I leave the gorge, a lifetime supply of energy drinks, a pack of your own gum and worldly Wednesdays. Remember Sophie- “you’re only as good as your weakest member.” To Anna Cook, Elle Fennell, and Logan Taylor I leave awkwardly standing next to the bench. To Hannah Collins I leave all of your goofiness, endless bench talks, and the Ravenel bathrooms. And finally to the rest of the soccer team, I leave endless wins and an invitation to visit me in Clemson next year.

I, Mia Vlahos, of degenerate mind and injury-ridden body, do hereby leave the following. To Annie Passyn and Maggie Brock, I leave erg tests and rowing back to land because a rigger broke. To Isa Jickling, I leave drives to SMRT after school with Judith (pregnancy scare edition). And with that, I say goodbye and thank you for the memories.

I, Mia Trejo, being of brain rotted mind and tired body, do hereby leave the following. To Chloe Hwang, I leave you an amazing senior year. Enjoy your last year and make many memories! I also leave you all my AP Research knowledge along with all the senior lounge snacks and the guidance hangout space. To Andrew Foggon I leave behind all the calligraphy ink. To Brooks Traugott and Chloe Batiz I leave behind all my art skills. To Samuel Fletcher I give all my calculus knowledge, more YouTube subscribers, and school lunch. To Addy Kattler and Hayes De Arellano I leave you guys with better driving skills. To Lane Hawk, I leave behind all my brain rot knowledge. To Jack Herzke I leave you all my rizz. To all the sophomores in 3B Art I give my AP Seminar knowledge. To my art table, thanks for making my B days enjoyable! To all of AMHS students I leave behind a great rest of your time at AMHS. Good luck with all future endeavors. Mia T out 👻🫡.

I, Riley Beasenburg, being of tired mind and tall body, do hereby leave the following. To Trig, I leave our enthusiastic greetings in the hallway on the way to Chemistry. To Harper Woodlee, I leave our untapped potential as a hitter and setter duo along with our lessons with Sabina. To Isabel Myers, I leave a healed leg with no more injuries as well as our car rides in the morning. To Ellis Williams, I leave one of my Jeep ducks. To Valerie Leclerc, I leave my wonderful French skills and our visits to Top Golf. To Mazie Jarrett, I leave the most terrifying and painful high fives. To Julia Dennie, I leave confusing Environmental labs and walking into the class not knowing if we have a quiz. To Lila Eberly, I leave our lessons with Sabina and the legacy of being the James Island girl on the team. I also leave my driving skills because they are sorely needed. To Hannah McLaughlin, I leave being the best secret sister I could ask for who always made the most amazing and heartfelt gifts. To Dylan Rhyne, I leave all my cheezits and the ability to constantly do better than me in Calculus and Environmental. To Helina Lloyd, I leave one last glare in the hallway and the ability to terrorize people twice her height. To McKenna West, I leave our high fives before each set and our debriefs after any stressful situation or drama. To Maddie O’Connor, I leave amazing success in all her classes and the skill of remaining calm. And with my last will and testament, I leave all of my littles a final goodbye and good luck with the rest of high school without me (and without personal devices)!!

I, Ava Cauthen, of lost mind and burdened body, do hereby leave wondrous calculus breaks and infinite giggles to miss Eliza Miller. To Cole McGowan I leave your Thursday hoodie and plastic bags of car exhaust. To LaMarjai Chapman I leave coolmathgames hangman and to Isabella All I leave the neatest handwriting on a whiteboard to ever exist. And to Hoyt Knox I leave my ability to remember people’s names. To Carson Clark and Amaris Wint I leave my beautiful, red, fiery drum. Y’all better eat those solos up!  You better eat up those solos!

I, Garrison Gray, being of eloquent mind and Olympian body, do hereby leave the following. To Ellison Ryan, I leave you the surname “Evil” and a symphony of miniature horns. To Mateus Guimaraes, I leave you full reign over bus 151 and the bus gang. To Jack Tierney, I leave a giggle attack inside Chipotle and a Talking Heads recommendation. To William Dooley, I leave a bathroom stall and the ENTIRE Carswell estate (money, cars, heirlooms, etc). To Logan Burns, I leave a buzz cut. To Judd Waggonner, I leave fluffy hair texture powder, a neck tat, and a hand in your mouth while you sleep. To Zuriel, I leave a crisp hallway dap up and positivity. To Campbell Stoklosa, I leave you as the final member of the D-Middie rotation and your first goal. To Eli Mitchell, I leave you your own personal goblin that cackles on command. To Chisholm Pelzer, I leave you an incredibly tough lax edit and a pair of cordina sunglasses fully paid for. To Peter Markov, I leave you RETEP. To Quin O’keefe, I leave you a driver’s safety course. To Billy Baer, I leave a bunch of mumbling. To Jack Manheimer, I leave you a lifetime membership to Time to Shine Car Wash. To Sid and OG, I leave you the title Nephew (phew) and a trio in front of the class. To Hank Houseal, I leave a non broken hand. To Will Slenzack, I leave a bunch of rings and a radiohead vinyl. To Hayden Mendenhall, I leave you jersey #12 as I no longer need it, if you want it. To JC Williams, I leave you a clean couch and the nickname “TECHNOLOGY”, or “LIL TECHNO” for short. To Teddy Lorusso, I leave you good luck for your final 2026 lax season and hopefully more than 4 wins. To Jack Childers, I leave a box full of giggles and a guitar thirst trap video. To Davis Maiden, I leave a 225 bench and a viby upstairs bathroom. Until next time.

I, Calvin Volkmann, being of unbothered mind and skinny white boy body, do hereby leave the following. To Brayden Bunt, my favorite freshman, I leave Gordon and a pair of Nike Vaporfly 3s. To Chip Powell, I leave my heart. To Jackett, I leave Andrew. To Wills Waldorf, I leave felonies on I-26, a 30 minute playlist of just the Max Verstappen theme song, and Drennan Law firm’s business card. To Nicholas Ballenger, I leave a doctor’s note template. Use it irresponsibly. To Anna Cook, I, along with Peyton, Quinn, and Hunter, leave C.O.C. Please be more productive than we were. To the kid I picked up in the breezeway, I leave a scoop of creatine and some protein powder. To Yamil and the rest of my Spanish 3 class, I leave an apology. And finally, to the cross country team, I leave Pierce Walker’s leash and gag.

I, Oliver Winebrenner, being of somewhat sound mind and body, do hereby leave the following. To Cambel Stoklosa, I leave the role of senior class president and the well-being of the class, the lounge, the job of running the pep rallies, and good wishes for wall day next year. To Ben Fox, Caleb Golden, Campbell Stoklosa, Charlie Miller, Jennie Pelic, Kate Stahle-Smith, Maddie O’Conner, Maddy Jolly, Marly Abdelmalek, McKenna West, Machaela Black, and Teddy Lorusso I leave FCA, Mr. Flo, and our awesome weekly meetings. To Owen Sanderson, I leave to you, your sister’s car. To Sameen Basunia I leave all of my AP prep books, even though I know you’re smart enough to not need them. To Alanna Biel I leave the position of Summer Scholars “point person.” To Señora Helena Lloyd, I leave our fun Spanish classes and our daily hallway exchanges. To Izzy Robinson a.k.a my passenger princess, I leave our long and confidential morning car ride conversations and our wild car rides home, the prom party bus, my lunch table, my parking spot, Señora Cook, every other hilarious memory, and anything else I have. I wish each of you a great rest of your time at AMHS.

I, Lyla Enter, being of somewhat stable mind and sound body, do hereby leave my football game filming skills and the camera to the lovely Molly Janech whose earrings I love and heart even more. To Helina Lloyd, Erin Efa, Keerthana Samuel, and Hannah McLaughlin, I leave you what little dancing skills I have to continue to shine in Kpop club and in your lives as amazing people. To Elaine Chen, I leave the presence of my many sweaters, patience when tutoring kids, and water to refresh more plants to your amazing and kind person. To Hannah Johnson, I leave my Spanish talents so that you can continue thriving in your bilingual journey next year and that you continue being extremely sweet and delightful. To Tiana Mallawaaratchy, I leave more of my Spanish talents and hope that you find the utmost success in your future. To Isa Jickling, I leave my swim cap that I used for one season 🙂 and the hope that you keep on excelling in swim and school. To Anna Grandin, Madelyn O’Connor, Molly Tombs, McKenna West, and Ava Thornley I leave my yearbook crafting and photography skills so y’all can continue shining creatively and in whatever y’all choose to do. To Annie Passyn, I leave my imaginary oar to keep on rowing to victory and in venturing on through Magnet. To Jennie Pelic and Lowery Rissmiller, I leave all my athleticism and cheerfulness so that y’all can continue excelling in soccer and in being kind and amazing people.

I, Finn Hayes, being of sovereign mind and embattled body, do hereby announce that (in no particular order): To Sameen Basunia, I leave absurd chemistry questions and miraculous tech support. To Graham Gregory, I leave a depleted treasury along with the rest of my Academic Team legacy. Carry it forward with pride, enthusiasm for the Jin dynasty, and fiscal responsibility. To Liam Rohrbacher, I leave the memory of my tyrannical rule. Sic semper tyrannis! To Roger Shi, I leave the Flavian dynasty, whose honor you must always defend, as well as History Bowl. To Aaron Zhu, I leave LeBron (in case Carter forgets to fill this out). It’s your thing now. To the younger Academic Team members, including but not limited to Alden Shuler, I leave the torch of the future. Bring Magnet to glory! To EE, I leave running together, the SOTD, and a lot of piña coladas. To the L Boucher, future grandmaster, I leave polar ice, poke bowls, Chess Club, selfies, my parking spot (#43), and the other things that matter. To my sister I leave a warning to never, ever come here. SOA’s team needs you. To Kate Selvitelli, I leave a sense of justice and insight, both of which you already have plenty of. Live the change you want to see! To Riley Shelley, I leave the worst interview ever and the curiosity to learn. To whoever takes up the offer, I leave participation in WorldQuest. The world is much too interesting a place these days to let that dream die. To the juniors who knew me in second grade, I leave a fervent hope for you to not remember me. To everyone who profited by it, I leave my absurd reserves of gum. To anyone I might have left out, I leave my apology along with a warning to avoid sleep deprivation. And to the rest of Magnet but most especially rising sophomores, I leave advice: never try to plan your APs with a spreadsheet, but definitely watch the Dune movies.

I, Rachel Agudelo, being of blank mind and tall body, do hereby leave Isa Jickling with a life long supply of coffee for the amount of work you do everyday. To Isa Jickling, Julia Koch, Julia Schady, Sarah Gray Heinemann, Whitney Gwisc, Elena Barber, and Gabbi Perone, I leave the girls swim team. Congrats on being upperclassmen now! To Sienna Monning and Giorgia Pingitore, I leave a farm with a massive American flag in the middle, and at the base of the flag, a stone. To Zadie Hawk, I leave a PhD in computer science. To Anhelina Lezhachova, I leave a brand new BMW car. To Fernanda Ontaneda, Priel Puro, Amali Vulava, Bianca Liu, Maddy Jolly, and Luke Williams, I leave you Aviation Club and the amazing flight simulators. I hope you enjoy the club these next few years as much as I enjoyed having y’all in the club. Thank you all for making these past 4 years memorable!

I, Sophia Benich, of indecisive mind and deteriorating body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Logan Taylor, I leave the title of Captain (soccer) – you will make an amazing leader- the joys of being a multi-sport athlete, and my prized possession, the sacred tradition of Silent Gucci. To Suzette Head, I leave the future of the AMHS women’s basketball team; may the saga of verbally abusive coaching end with you. To Elle Fennell, I leave the ability to choose one correct pronunciation of your name, endless open breakaways, and a continued appreciation for the art of megging people at practice. To Bea Fennell, I leave the amount of playing time you deserve and being scolded by Elle for a few more years. To Anna Cook, I leave practices full of handball and calling your teammates’ names before you pass. To Sophie Skaff, I leave baby baer, a sappy couple’s spotlight, and a place in my dorm room whenever you wish to visit. To Addy Kattler, I leave a drama-free junior year and the freedom to rant when it isn’t so drama-free (it won’t be). To Jack Tierney, I leave the future title of LLS Mentor, some better dating advice, and an interesting phone call at 3 am. To Mateus Guimaraes, I also leave the title of LLS Mentor and many thanks for being my Calc tutor so I didn’t have to get one. To Jack Manheimer, I leave a snail-free fist bump. To Sloane Bradley, my child, I leave coffee dates at Second State, a little too much fun at BG Baptism, long talks in the car before practice, and higher standards than a Q-tip. To Bridget Lee, I leave scoring many “bangers” in your future and the difficult task of keeping Sloane alive- best of luck. To Hannah Collins, I leave the best position on the field and being the sassiest person on the team. To Madeline Moye, I leave bossing around everyone on the team, including the seniors. May you never have to wear your Captains band on your arm. To Hayden Moody, I leave handstands at the JI house and endless fun with Stevie. I also leave you with the future of AMHS women’s basketball, make me proud when I come back to visit. To Rowan Engelke, I leave tripping on yourself at practice, lots of free throws, and the responsibility of making sure BG Baptism continues on for many years to come. To Maddison Logan, I leave dancing at practice and the song Wobble. To Josie Barrineau, I leave the sweetest senior night letter and a better excuse for missing BG Baptism. To the rest of the basketball team, I leave the strength to keep playing and to never lose your love for the game, no matter the circumstances. To the rest of the soccer team, I leave a great next season and (hopefully) another State Championship.

I, Kayla Adkins, being of bright mind and cheerful body, do hereby leave the following. To Zuriel Nyamutsaka, I leave my ability to lock in and the track team. To Selena Owens and Jordan Roberts, I leave a successful year of BSA. To the track team, I leave many meets filled with Coach C’s cookies.

I, Max Peters, being of sharp mind and able body, do hereby leave to Paul Simmons a white Monster and a successful duck hunting trip. To Carson Clark, I leave a strong O-line and some play. To Judd Waggoner, I leave Elizabeth Hample’s otherworldly knowledge and wisdom. To Charlie Bhat, I leave African sugar and darts. To DJ Ray, I leave many icee contests, an excavator, and a fence. To Luke Paggi, I leave my batting helmet and a new golf cart. To Cole Ivey, I leave unlimited aura and a trip to Miami. To Tyer Perez, I leave snack noodles. To William Dooley, I leave Cici’s pregame meals. To Anson Harrison, I leave a sheisty. And finally, to Sam Peters, I leave the keys to the ruby kingdom, a backwoods camping trip, and many gap doubles.

I, Sacha Skaff, of cluttered mind and lifeless body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following: To Sophie Skaff, I leave lonely car rides without my amazing music taste, curbless corners, stress-free tests, the creepy guy at the gas station where we buy our energy drinks (don’t get kidnapped, please), someone else to make sure our parents don’t check life360 when we’re out, and the motivation to get through two more years of high school without your phone. To Riley Browder, I leave dealing with my sister, many more Crumbl hauls, and someone else to wave to on the bridge on the way to school. To Molly Tombs, I leave someone who can actually do a pre-game handshake, a spot in my dorm room for whenever you want to visit, my parking spot, and never-ending dances and gossip in the locker room and on the field. To Emma Miars, Lauren Schafer, and Julia Schady, I leave the best table in the courtyard and calming my sister down before tests. To Madeline Moye, I leave many more “frosty” soccer moves. To Hannah Collins, I leave the judgiest side eyes. And, lastly, to Bridget Lee, I leave absolute bangers.

I, Amara Buelk, of hopeful mind and spirited body, do hereby leave the following. To LaMarjai Chapman, I leave all of my Nikes and Jordans to expand her shoe collection along with my sweetgrass flowers even though she likely has enough. To Isabella All, I leave my guava candy collection so she can carry on the tradition of generosity through sweets. To Hoyt Knox, I leave years of no headaches. To Eliza Miller, I leave my drum, long hugs and with the best of luck in the next year of Dirty Birds. To Cole McGowan, I leave the title of Blood Hawk and the leadership role of Dirty Birds with confidence on the bass drum. To Amaris Wint, I leave infinite drum solos. To Carson Clark, I leave the creativity to create a new rhythm for the Dirty Birds. To Katsiaryna Bobrykava, I leave all of my math skills although not plentiful. To Mrs. Yackey, I bestow all my love for Pre-Calculus and a supply of HoneyBuns to last her through an apocalypse. To Mr Grimshaw, I bestow infinite bubbles on the bus and an everlasting supply of his burritos and grandpa sweaters. To Dr. Cassidy, I bestow a funny and engaging classroom, all the glittery clothes and butterflies she could ever want, and an immunity to house fires. To Mr. Crye, I bestow every history joke throughout time, a medieval chainmail set (if he doesn’t already have one), and students appreciative of his engaging and hilarious teaching style. To Mr. Rush, I bestow fruits and candies for the brain activities and drunk goggle meories (with no injuries). To Ms. Desbrow, I bestow an army of rockets. To Mrs. Frazier, I bestow all the sweets she could want and a math joke: Why was the parent function upset with it’s child? It was stretched to its limit! To Mrs. Callicot, I bestow a lifetime supply of black and white film, students who appreciate art and photography, and a trip to anywhere in the universe to fulfill her photography dreams. To Mrs. Orr, I bestow the strongest economy, an efficient and working government, and no tariffs for her specifically. To Mrs. Lankford, I bestow the shared responsibility of Dirty Birds with Mr. Grimshaw and the confidence to potentially join one day and show off her musical talent. To Mr. Stackhouse, Mrs. Lankford, and Mr. Grimshaw, I bestow the frogs. To Dr. Hay, I bestow a library of her own and the next book club book choice. To Mrs. Bortz, I bestow Broadway tickets for everyone she wishes to take and to any show she would like to see. To Mr. McCormick, I bestow the title of Birthday Buddy, unlimited toys for Riley, and the AAA codons love and support. To Señora Colon, I bestow a lifetime of healthy foods, good health for your family and friends, and curse words as answers to your quizzes. To Profesor Francis, I bestow an average of 9s on STAMP tests across all your classes and the title of best dressed. To all of my teachers, counselors, and administrators I bestow a special place in my heart for each one of you. Bye bye!!

Zoe Hutson, of checked out mind and tired body do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Hannah Collins I leave infinite chips and queso, a much needed trip to the doctor, and the SAT prep I never had. To Madeline Moye Tik Tok fame, and a much deserved captains armband again next year. To Bea and Ellie Fennell I leave the gift of playing soccer with each other, it goes by SO fast enjoy it. And to Ellie Fennell I leave you with many more saggy shorts, and super speed capabilities. To Kate Selvitelli and my other Zoe I leave my legacy in AAS and the ability to cram overnight for every assessment. To Bridget Lee I leave many more hair flips and “BANGERS.” To Anna Cook and Logan Taylor I leave a leadership position on the field next year, because you two are amazing. To Sophie Skaff many more college visits to me instead of your sister, my spot at many more Charleston concerts while I am away, and designated party host in place of your sister. To all of the Neck Steppers I leave a place on my dorm room floor. Love you all.

I, Rainn Dyce, being of burnt-out mind and chai-sustained body, do hereby leave the following: To Jennifer Pelic, I leave Cooking Fever and the $6.99 package I was never able to purchase. You better be my first follower when I start the Youtube channel. To Lucie Allen, I leave the rigged fortune teller and knowledge that you’ll never have to take APES again. To Zoe Cook, I leave future visits to Normandy Farms and contexto, I wish you luck in getting the next penguin. And to all three of you I leave the crystallized (moldy?) play-dough and that pizza party that never happened. To Daniel Huang, Mateus Guimaraes and Theodore Lorusso, I leave the AMHS Chapter of DECA, you all are obviously going to do great and get into ivies (go Wharton!). To Moreen Jang, I leave the amhs seniors snapchat group and lacrosse victories (and ofc the social media page… can’t wait to see updates:)). To James Malm, I leave a glowing future in finance or anything else you want to do. To Amali Vulava and Charlotte Shields, I leave our memories of a great trip to Orlando, would totally be roomies with you both again. To Amali… sorry I couldn’t leave cash. To the rest of DECA, I leave guaranteed trips to nationals next year for everyone. To Miranda Sundin, I leave our rendition of Summertime. To Eliza Miller, I leave the back desks of Señora Colón’s room, I will forever remember the panicked Calc study sessions we so frequently had. To Ethan Wang, I leave the Badminton Club and the outdoor table (you’ve gotta get there quick). And with that, I conclude my time at AMHS – I’ll miss you all!

I, Evie Heath, of smooth mind and tired body, do hereby leave the following. To Helina Lloyd, I leave the worst-smelling knee pads, my generational parking spot from Vivian to me and now for you, and my seat at the back of the activity bus (2 from the back on the left when walking down the aisle). To Hannah McLaughlin, I leave nonchalance, gluten-free Arizona tea gummies, and cheering on the volleyball team. To Sienna Monning, I leave a stone on your American farm and green apple drinks. To everyone on the volleyball team, I leave hitting a pothole in the bus going 60mph – have fun flying. For Giorgia Pingitore, I leave pineapple on pizza and a big yellow bus. To Alanna Biel, I leave screaming good morning to the freshman at Summer Scholars drop off. To all future Summer Scholars volunteers, I leave outrageous comments from incoming freshmen. And to Teagan O’Leary, I leave all my shifts at Ben & Jerry’s. And with that, I leave AMHS. Bye Raptors!

I, Karl Edward Mack IV, being of smooth mind and aching body, do hereby leave my crippling mental disorders to the entirety of the video game development club, a cool gyroscope to Yiqing Ye, and a PVC T joint to the underwater robotics club.

I, Sam Solari, being of procrastinational mind and short body do hereby leave the following. To Thug, I leave a new pair of glasses. To Mustard, I leave mustard. To Turner Severs, I leave way-to-tight khaki pants and ankle socks. To Otto Wigginton, I leave an extra 3 inches of height, a better haircut, goofy tiktoks and the ability to hit. To Gus Harris, I leave backspin. To Liam Rust, I leave a stronger arm, and less robotic thoughts. I hope you can become human. To Andrew Spann, I leave getting knee’ed in the head; just move next time. To Sam Harris, I leave your little brother’s yap, please learn to make him settle down. To Zuriel, I leave hallway daps. To Owen George, I also leave hallway daps, as well as the title of Chicken Little, the ability to see, and some tighter baseball pants, for we are not in the early 2000s anymore. To Cole Ivey, I leave all black fits, ungodly aura, nonchalantness, the Boston Logan International Airport, and the backseat of the Dunes West Bus, keep the bus hype for me. To Ryan Fowles, I leave a spot on varsity (hopefully) as well as an L RF. To DJ Ray, I leave a pair of lungs for you to yell through, 20 lbs of muscle straight to your lower half, and Freak Ray (bring him back). To Juvon Gilliard, I leave chemistry with words and a horse. To Sam Peters, I leave the legacy of St Petersburg, you have lots to live up to. To Anson Harrison, I leave Paul Simmons’s passenger seat, talking super nice to other teams, over ear headphones, and ragebait, for which you are the master of. To Luke Paggi, I leave crashouts, side eyes, a bed (inside), quick add, and the words “bruh,” “Fu,” and “Tcheow.” May your emotes live on forever. To Will Granata, I leave strong elbows for you to sit upright with, as well as in class naps. To Will Balderose, I leave Lebonbon and Mrs Callicott’s clothespins, keep the game alive. To Jack Ham, I leave Oi and Meyeah, keep being chopped. To Chouaib Saadi, I leave a low taper fade and some flashcards, Slides and Scholars: Eco Edition is going to be a bestseller. To Paul Simmons, I leave a passenger princess (Anson), a prom date, away game bus rides, and starting instagram beef. To Jack Childers, I leave helmet tilt and another private story on snap. To Parker Hamilton, I leave Mrs Candler’s garage sleepovers, being the number one “Her Words” listener, Poker Nights, YSL Y, the nickname “Range” and joint custody of the letter V with Charlie Bhat. To Charlie Bhat, I leave a bubba truck, a new guitar that you don’t need, more cologne, bonfires, a new xbox controller without stick drift, garage snacks, and quiplash. To Tyler Heckman I leave my title as bus driver of the Dunes West Bus, bringing your wallet everyday, motivational instagram reels, being the “Domain” to Parker’s “Range,” lake weekends, and that stupid beatsaber move you do. Furthermore, I renounce my captainship of the AMHS Varsity Baseball team and name Tyler Heckman and Charlie Bhat in my stead. To the Baseball Team, I leave Icee Wednesdays, Jose and my passing means the tradition is in your hands now; keep it alive. Finally, I leave AMHS, thanks for the 4 years. Roll Birds.

I, Katie Sheffield, of enthusiastic mind and overworked body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following… to Bridget Lee I leave many country concerts in your future, and 4 more years of “banger goals”. To Susan, I leave you the SOA art legacy, my old Hump-Day Club, a license, and “PMO”. To Lowery Rissmiller, I leave you with a reminder of your resemblance to Rory Gilmore. To Willy Wilson and Riley Browder, I leave you with a year of fully packed lunches so that you don’t have to ask us for food everyday. And also to Willy Wilson, I leave you with a bagel date and the ability to skip 2 grades. To Logan Taylor, I leave a concession hot dog. I am so jealous you have two more years of them. To Elle Fennel, I leave a human crutch and a win against OCA to get your revenge. To Punya Shukla-Hellin, I leave you another year of Madeline Moye and our trio without me. To Chouaib Saadi, I leave finally being able to spell your name, and a set of environmental notes. Or even better, a login to Canvas to see the notes were already posted. And also, your friendship with Sam (thanks to Haley Alden and I). To Hannah Collins I leave an admission to UGA coming your way, and a spot in my dorm room any time to convince you Clemson is better (:. To Molly Tombs, I leave the unfulfilled visit to Chill n Grill (which I hope will be completed once these wills are posted), and I leave you with the title of forever being a freshman. You make me feel old. And also to Molly Tombs, I leave you free of Blake Yarbrough. To the madeline moye, I leave a lot. My old soccer clothes, my knee brace, mastering the Spanish language, a forever healed left knee for the both of us, an invite to any senior function, more colorful dresses, a spot in my dorm whenever, and 1 last TikTok dance. To your friend group, I leave my friend groups parking spots 4-7; take good care of them. To Billy Baer, I leave you a 100 and a 5 on BC Calc next year, a reservation at the Muni Golf course, australian cars, and a healthy relationship with Ms. Renes. To Mateus Guillermas, I leave the game of desmos, a drama-free year, and some kind of coming together between the boy friend groups. Figure it out for your senior year. It’ll make it so much easier. To Paul, I leave you Frozen, a better sleep schedule, a drama free year, a space to share Max Peters air mattress, and a doctor’s degree. To Charlie Claus, I leave fluency in Spanish, and a plane ticket to Australia. To Campbell Stoklosa, Sophia Easterbrook, Mateus Guimaraes, And Olivia Elko, I leave the privilege of being the Senior Class STUCO. Do it well! And feel free to reach out with ANY questions! To Sophia Easterbrook, I leave you the instagram (:. To Jack Tierney, I leave you with a smile. Sorry about that hallway situation. To Jace Gutting, I leave you responsible nights and girls your own age. To Sophie Skaff, I leave you with a crammed car ride. To Sarah Gray Heinemann, I leave many more gossip sections on the couch after 4OJ. And to you, Sophie, Emma, and all of your friends, I leave a spot in my dorm to come visit Clem! To the soccer team, I leave y’all a million more state wins and no. injuries. Last but not least, I leave my spirit leader role to Madeline Moye. To all of the upcoming spirit leaders, keep the games hype! And one final word to the class STUCO next year: have fun! But design the shirts now.

I, Keaton Murray, of a wise mind and academic body leave the following: To Tyra “I run route. I crispy” Perez, I reave dog, comeback shack, and a new math tutor in my stead. To Teddy Larusso, I leave Campbell’s sister. To Camp-Bell Stoklosa, I leave comeback shack, the rest of my stash of gummies, and the magnet defense. To Jack Ham, I leave both Caroline Finley and one of those spikey dog collars with a leash attached. To Ethan Orza, I leave the mature. To William McCarty, I owe you a few chinos. To Britt Laubinger, I leave shirtless csp days and beatboxing on the green. To Jack “the feeble” Tierney, I leave a cucumber in a sandwich. To Yiqing Ye, I leave my aura. To Blake Yarbrough, I leave a bonified bum, french rizz, and partakingtons. To Logan Kane Eames, I leave the line. To Sam Peters, I leave your brother’s treasure chest full of many rubies. Also, I leave a clean carpet as soon as he goes on off to college. To Judson Waggoner, I leave a délo and some tea. To Sam Abney, she’ll be 13 soon. To Julia Koch, wake up. To Jace Gutting, I leave thirst trap snaps. To Charlie Bhat, curry. To OG, I leave the future of the Academic Magnet Football Team. To JC Williams, I leave a camera man. To RF, I leave Noah’s scraped truck. To Mackenzie Dennis, turn that frown upside down. To Claire Yarborough, I leave many hugs. To Max Faricelli, I leave a starfish. To Jaidon Daley, I leave a stankey math class. To Arien Chowdhury, I leave a wobbly workout. To Ellison Ryan, I leave many tapes of the past. To Whitney Parnell, keep that sassy attitude. To Fletch Thurmond, I leave Strom’s unfinished business. To Will Sleznak, I leave crunch fitness. To Samwise, I leave some good tunes and everyone else’s business.

I, Bea Vaught, being of spotless mind and freckled body, do hereby leave the following. To the Carpe Diem Staff, I leave hopes for productive interviews, lengthy quotes, and a 100% Google Forms response rate. To Mrs. Akery, I leave pothos cuttings and the knowledge that because of you, yearbook class was the single greatest class that I took in high school. To the Asian Awareness Club, I leave last minute runs to H&L to buy snacks for team meetings with your own money and best wishes for next year. To the Seaperch team, I leave a larvae-infested test pool rotting in the shed. To Randy Sun, I leave the shared hope for productive team meetings and the promise that I won’t ghost you after leaving for college. To Zavier Nutting, I leave a prom dress worn only once and a sports first aid kit. To Adam Leon, I leave the encouragement to keep writing and the sincere wish for your IG Reels algorithm to be reset. To Leo Messina, I leave fake blood, flagged docs, McDonald’s preservatives, and a request to attend a screening of your first film. May you all continue to prosper.

I, Corinne McGowan, of dazed mine and confused body, do hereby leave the following. To Cole McGowan, I leave solitude before and after Dirty Birds practice, as well as a silent car to and from school. To Eliza Miller, I leave an extra metal drum and my calculus note book, you need it more than me now. To Britt Laubinger, I leave an incredibly large apple that must go down his toilet, not mine. I also leave him with a raw onion from the local food lion. To Carson Clark, I leave 16 measures of Tikka Masala. To Amaris Wint, I leave extra room to flurish on the quads. Please respect my wishes.

I, Izabella Heise, being of enlightened mind and nonchalant body, do hereby leave the following. To Winshield Swing, I bestow my parking spot #4, my horseshoe crab, and the supersoaker so you can continue to spray people in the parking lot. With Zoe Cook, I leave the daily rides and reminder for Windshield because someone has to, as well as the weekly cafe mochas and glazed croissants. Peace out AMHS

I, Logan Burns, being of Togi’s mind and Steven Hawking’s body, To Whitney Parnell, I leave all females. To Julia Koch, I leave you to become the spirit leader in my absence. To Dooley, I leave a cookie and unlimited estrogen blockers. To Samson Peters, I leave ownership of Dooley. To Turner Severs, I leave a 2L Coke. To Bennett McKnight, I leave endless smiles and laughter. To Tripp Bates and RF, I leave Brokeback Mountain and fluffy hair texture powder. To Griggs, I leave a bathroom stall. To Logan Kane, I leave you the most honorable name in the school. To Bennett Bair, I leave the best taco award now that I’m gone. To Anson, Cole, and OG, I leave sports. To Fletch Thurmond, I leave Maya O’Leary. To Paul Simmons, I leave Charleston reds. To Bobby Boucher, I leave all the water in the world.

I, Bea Vaught, being of spotless mind and freckled body, do hereby leave the following. To the Carpe Diem Staff, I leave hopes for productive interviews, lengthy quotes, and a 100% Google Forms response rate. To Mrs. Akery, I leave pothos cuttings and the knowledge that because of you, yearbook class was the single greatest class that I took in high school. To the Asian Awareness Club, I leave last minute runs to H&L to buy snacks for team meetings with your own money and best wishes for next year. To the Seaperch team, I leave a larvae-infested test pool rotting in the shed. To Randy Sun, I leave the shared hope for productive team meetings and the promise that I won’t ghost you after leaving for college. To Zavier Nutting, I leave a prom dress worn only once and a sports first aid kit. To Adam Leon, I leave the encouragement to keep writing and the sincere wish for your IG Reels algorithm to be reset. To Leo Messina, I leave fake blood, flagged docs, McDonald’s preservatives, and a request to attend a screening of your first film. May you all continue to prosper.

I, Adi Katan, being of chill mind and tuff body, do hereby leave to Jaidon Daley, I leave a dress, unlimited dog treats and a gold leash for being such a good boy. To Blake Yarborough, I leave you Seabass, all my wristtape, Jack Ham, and freaky. To Jace Gutting, I leave my snap account, my little brother, my jeep, and Louisa. To Mateus Guimaraes, I leave a you um beijo y caralho, infinite sippingtons and bench captain. For Sam Abney, I leave you a new camera, my pregame redbulls, and my hair products. For Max Farricielli, I leave you Punjab and a cheesegrader. To Egan Smith, I leave my water bottles and endless interesting conversations in goal during practice. To Tyra Perez, more goals vs crappy region teams and my cat. To Keon Hutchins, I leave all my homework and Coach Jay. To Billy Baer, I’ll take the rest of your money from poker runs. To Bennet Baer, I leave my love, heart, and everything. To Britt Laubinger, I leave some wintergreens. To Fletch Thurmond, some fresh new bedsheets. To Jack Tierney, a donut to glaze and some girl from Ecuador for you. To Sam Peters, I leave you Saint Petersburg and some shiny rubies. To Chouib, I leave you Judaism. To Avraham Lieberman, I leave you Hollywood and Jerusalem. To Jack Childers, I leave you CK. To Davis Maiden, I leave you chopped and pokernow legacy to continue next year. To Charlie Bhat, I leave you my boots and a nice Filipino. To Nate Aaron, I leave you the old testament. To Julia Koch, I leave you my spirit leader. To Sophia Easterbrook, I leave you all my AP CSP final exam answers. To Zachary Drescher, I leave some swim girl’s instagram. To Makena Turner, I’ll leave you all my friends. To Makenzie Dennis, I leave you more random conversations and some positivity. To Willy Wilson and Chisolm Pelzer, I leave some new sunglasses. To Jonah Sherman, I leave you a sack of gold coins. For Jack Ham, I leave some inches, 2 danish 15 year olds from Cancun, my GTA account for the high heel store, and Annie Jenkins. To Thomas Power, I leave more crazy 2 mans for you and Ethan Orza. To Charlie McGlaughon, I leave a 64 pack of crayons for you to eat. For Micah Hinson, I leave a treadmill for you to get some of that blubber off. To Judd Waggoner I leave you the courage to shine through the shadow of Sousa and Elizabeth who left such a wonderful impact on Magnet, you have some big shoes to fill. To Claire Yarborough, I leave you my snap so please add me. And to Mateo Farricielli, I leave some shiny rubies as well and iced watermelon.

We, Elizabeth and Charlotte Morgan, both of similar mind and identical body, do hereby leave the following. To the K-Pop Club, we leave our memories of the Pep Rally and second place in the Talent Show. Good luck with future pep rallies and talent shows! To Ms. Shifflette we leave many thanks for encouraging us in our writing and our K-Pop journeys. To Dr. Altman, we leave thanks for improving our French skills and for all of the fun conversations in class. To Dr. Hay, we leave memories of random conversations in the hall and for improving our writing skills. To the future driver who parks in spot 6, we wish you luck in getting out of the parking lot quickly and in finally painting the spot; we didn’t get around to it. To AMHS–good luck! (And join the K-Pop Club!!!) With this, we leave the legacy of the twinniest twins in Magnet, and leave AMHS.

I, Sam Persinger, being of fatigued mind and percussively spastic body, do hereby leave Nicolas Turco the number one rule: never listen to Randy. I also expect you to compete in talent show next year. To Sameen Basunia, I leave my BC Calc score, because you carried the class for sure. To Connor McDougle, Jonah Newton, Katherine Taylor, and all Jazz Bandits, I leave the command to pick up some solos. I wanna see some shredding. To Cole McGowan, I leave the guitar, because I never had that anyway. To Sam Galloway, I leave the title Better Sam. Also, Cooler Sam. Lastly, to Birty Dirds Eliza Miller, Amaris Wint, and Carson Clark, I leave like 8 different drums. Divy them up how y’all like. And please find out who this Kid Rock is.

I, Akiera Sanchez, being of tired mind and (semi)able body, hereby write this as my last will. To the members of the AMHS Seaperch team, I leave you all encouragement for the future and my partial ownership of any robots I helped make. With the encouragement, I hope that you all continue to make to Nationals each year, and with those older robots you can take inspiration or take whatever parts you need. (Test the motors, they might still be good). To Logan, Emma, and Abby, I leave you the future of Magnet’s Girls Golf Team. You guys are good golfers in your own right, and I hope to hear about the future success of the team as well as your own successes. To the Members of CyberPatriot, I leave you with best wishes and hopes that every bug that hides in those simulations is found while you’re searching for them and not after. Enjoy each slice of pizza and snack during those long sessions. To the members of my DnD party, may future adventures be as chaotic and bountiful as our campaign is, but I desperately urge you not to cause trouble for every kingdom you come across, (unless you’re taking it over. Then just go ahead.) Best wishes to everyone in the National English Honors Society, National Honors Society, and Key Club, may you fill up all your service hours and have fun while doing it. This is my last will and my final wishes as a Magnet student. Enjoy your time at Magnet everyone!

I, Hanna Ismail, being of fire mind and banging body, do hereby leave the following. To Anna Cook, Molly Tombs, and Kai Vrats, I leave to you unlimited cici’s pizza trips, a karaoke machine, permission to finish watching every Keith eats everything video, and better circuit making skills. To Hannah Collins I leave to you my benergy legacy (don’t leave me disappointed), a new hairbrush, and infinite visits to me in Georgia. To Madeline Moye, I leave my brother. To Sophie Skaff, I leave you one ticket to Dubai. To Elle Fennel, I leave to you the best soccer celebrations and infinite nonchalant aura. To Britt Laubinger, I leave pineapple and $5. To Mr. Percy, I leave you my Unit 9 AP stats notes and Vitruvius. To the rest of AMHS girls varsity soccer team, I leave you guys unconditionally love and support for your bright futures; every single one of you has made this team something truly special, and I’ll always be cheering you on.

I, Her Royal Highness Camille Ross, being of academically drained mind and over-caffeinated body, do hereby leave the following to those not lucky enough to be leaving Academic Magnet this year. To Amaris Wint, I leave the awesomest Dirty Birds drum solos known to humankind as well as the copyright claim and publishing rights to my original song: “Camille’s Song™ (AKA Tikka Masala)”. I’m going to miss all the hilarious inside jokes of ours, the football games, Ollie’s Bargain Outlet, and all of the other amazing moments we’ve had together. I have truly loved getting to know you throughout this year, and I hope you never lose your sick taste in music and amazing style! To all Dirty Birds of the future, I leave my undying love of music and my legacy in the wicked beat of the song I so lovingly wrote, titled “Tikka Masala (AKA Camille’s Song™).” I hope y’all continue to embrace the Dirty Birds spirit and bring the beat to Magnet for years to come! To the Academic Magnet Library Advisory Council, I leave my parting wish that you continue to do amazing things. It was a gift to work with everyone on the council to make change, and I hope that you all continue to work ferociously with Dr. Russell to make a difference in the world! To all Creative Writing Club members, I leave all my half-written poem ideas that I never finished as well as all the hilarious conversations we’ve had. I hope y’all apply to writing competitions in the future because I know y’all have what it takes to win! To Maddie O’Connor, I leave my old Precalculus notes and all the physics labs that I was constantly lost in. Thank you for your guidance through the more difficult math classes we had together and I hope you remain your sweet and kind self! To Giorgia Pingitore, I leave my trigonometry homework and the graphing calculator we were never allowed to use in class. You were always better at Precalculus than me, and I hope you go on to have a wonderful life! To Priel Puro, I leave my rap playlists and my thorough love of psychology. I hope you continue to be hilarious and go on to have a bright future! To Saiana Elkins, I leave our little clay creations from Algebra 2 as well as piles and piles of the tests from that class that I barely passed. I’ll miss our table from junior year with you, Zach, and Selena and all of the Algebra antics of Ms. Weisskopf’s class but I hope you continue to let your creativity shine bright! To Victoria Carabus, Fatimah Hentati, and Samuel Fletcher, I leave the legacy of being the few Hursey alumni to attend Academic Magnet. Thank you for proudly representing the bulldogs and I’m sure you’re making Mr. Reyes, Ms. Able, Ms. Jennifer, and Mr. Shea very proud! Matthew Westbury, I bestow upon you the nickname “MatPat,” mostly because it’s annoying. I also leave you with these parting words: “but that’s just a theory… a GAME theory.” I hope you never stop asking people “guess what?” Isaac Tejeda, Lillian Patterson, Selena Owens, and Jordan Roberts, I leave to you my support in your senior year as you navigate college admissions and leadership of the Black Student Alliance. Thank you for your after-school conversations! I know that all of you have bright futures ahead of you and wherever you go you will succeed! To Moreen Jang, Nicolas Turco, and James Malm, I leave a blue blazer and DECA diamond. I know that you will all succeed in DECA in the future, as well as in every other aspect of your life. Thank you for being such great companions at states! To Camille Bowser, I leave the best name EVER! I know you will represent us Camilles well after I’m long gone. To Ms. Grayson, my bestie, thank you for being my favorite teacher that I never had! I leave you an extra-sour warhead, even more plastic forks for the bin in your room, and a coupon that you can cash in at any time to have a conversation with Rin, Billy, Isabella, Keren and I! To Mr. Crye and Mrs. Etikerentse, thank you for being hilarious! I will forever miss the energy that y’all brought to y’alls classrooms and I will always carry with me everything I’ve learned from y’all because of it! To Ms. Yackey, thank you for being your wonderful and loving and energetic and kind and caring and mathematical self! I was never good at your classes but I always loved having you as a teacher regardless. I thank you for constantly believing in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself, and helping me to pass your class when I never even thought it possible. If it weren’t for you, I would still be stressed over not having As in all my classes. I leave to you my first paycheck when I make it big in the world of business, a frisbee with my signature on it, and the knowledge that I love you because you never fail to let me know that you love me! To every other teacher I’ve ever had at magnet, and even all the ones I haven’t had, thank you for making magnet such a special place. It would take me forever to list all the ways you have changed my life. I leave to you all my endless supply of appreciation for making these past four years such a wonderful place to learn! Finally, to all Academic Magnet students past, present and future, I leave caffeine, Quizlet, bake sales, procrastination, food trucks, Chromebooks, the IMP, and the undying Raptor spirit that propels us to succeed day after day. My Senior Will, My Magnet.