I, Kathryn Selvitelli, being of sound mind and tired body, do hereby leave the following: To Eva McNulty and Tucker McManus, I leave the DAYLO legacy, the fight for educational freedom, and many, many spreadsheets. Also to Eva, I leave an absurd coffee addiction, with hopes of fulfilling that whenever I come back to Charleston, all the clothes you want to steal from my closet, and all my old notes if you want them. And to Tucker, I leave our matching jeans, the love of reading, collecting random pins, and our randFom speech class conversations. To Venessa Zhang, I leave bothering Pierce whenever you see him, many more Spanish projects, and long car rides filled with drama. To Alex Luther, I leave Young Dems, long walks during study hall with Bri, and the hope for a better future. To Devon Porter and Nathalia Flynn, I leave Youth Court and hearing about sophomore drama when we should be doing classwork. To Isabella Reilley and Priya Cardell, I leave you the track and hurdling team, long meets, and the hopes we one day get Mexican food together. To Jamison Kubu, I leave my role in coffee club and leaving our classes early for track meets, even if we are really behind on work. Finally, to my brother, Pierce Selvitelli, I leave our car (unless you get a new one), our daily drives, going out for breakfast before school, and all my records if you ever want to use them. Take care of Mom, Dad, and Nana while I’m away. I will love and miss you all!

I, Dylan Rhyne, being of anxious mind and fragile body do hereby leave the following: To Tucker McManus I leave books with suspicious covers, sticky notes passed in English class, early morning hashbrowns, a speedy exit from the senior lot, and all of my luck for your math tests. To Eva McNulty I leave DAYLO sweet treats, lots of coffee, and the ability to say “no!” To Samba Diallo I leave the yearbook athletic spreads and a request for your brownie recipe. To Logan Taylor I leave all the cleats you will ever need and the hope that your goalkeepers will always know how to catch the ball. To Mikayla Vong and Jason Wijaya I leave our slightly awkward encounters at Monster Music. To Sameen Basunia I leave a calculator that is always charged and Taylor Series. To Hoyt Knox I leave an abundance of Coconut Redbull and the hopes that one day soon you get your own car. To Dora Wang I leave you the patience to survive two more years of high school. You’ve got this. To Harper Teague I leave an apology for every time I called you Harper Clark, and all the creativity I’ve got although you have more than enough already! Lastly, to Mrs. Akery I leave the dredges of my sanity. May you use it well.

I, Hannah McLaughlin, of silly mind and tired body, do hereby leave my final whims of sanity to Academic Magnet High School. To Erin Efa, I leave the prestigious honor of K-Pop Club and trying to plan a meeting during the fourth quarter. To, Vivianne Rafalowski, I declare you the newest drill sergeant of dance meetings and trying to find a way for everyone to get to school by 7:40 for practice. To Valerie “Wait Hannah, what did she say?” Leclerc, I leave bad hearing and the ability to chill – I have an odd feeling you will somehow escape senioritis. To Mazie “We have a quiz today?” Jarrett, I pray you find a planner and a magical pen that will write all of your quiz and test dates down for you. I leave the best smiles and hallway hellos to Perrin Denzel. I leave the art of saying “oh my god my favorite juniors!” and cutting the lunch line to Ellis Williams, Serena Guirguis, Meha Patel, Jason Wijaya, and Manda Nguyen. Furthermore, to Jason Wijaya, I leave Starbucks crashouts, English 3 music playlists, and funny faces. To all of Academic Magnet High School I leave one final piece of advice: Life gets infinitely better when you no longer care.

I, Tyler James Heckman, being of small mind and big body, do hereby leave the following. To Owen George and Cole Ivey, I leave the baseball team. To Patrick O’Connor, I leave a better hip. To Emmit Pulsifer, I leave the right to tamp the foul line before every practice. To Luke Paggi, I leave a new tire rim. To Anson Harrison, I leave Ava Davis and the hope that you get your flip flops back. To Otto Wigginton, I leave the short stop legacy (even though you’ll never fill Sam and I’s spot). To Johnathan Boone, I leave you nothing. To Tate Powell, I leave you no words, so you’ll finally stop talking at practice. To Henry Allen, I leave you good spirits when performing and to continue the Grimshaw legacy. To Andrew Spann, I leave any little bit of athleticism, please. And to the rest of the baseball team, I leave my legacy of Academic Magnet Baseball in hopes that eventually the team will actually lock in and win region. This here concludes my time at AMHS, it was a run I’ll never forget.

I, Jacob Lipschutz of frank mind and saucy body would hereby bestow the following to the future: To Teagan O’Leary, one of my close friends, I leave you many things including our countless conversations at our Thursday 4pm Starbucks meetups and snapchat discussions, I give you the secret recipe to KFC, the opportunity to flip 25 boxes of vanilla, endless crashouts by Mr. Jent and his subsequent replacements, and lastly the opportunity to have Ms. Smith as your next research teacher. To Van Norgat, my favorite brain rot brother, I gift you all the huzz in the world that money can’t buy, a nice lengthy tennis racket and the chance to work at the Holiday Inn if you so desire. To Andrew Spann, I give you Mazie Jarret. To Mazie Jarret, I give you Andrew Spann. To Inman Wells, I give you a French teacher that will never chastise you for the rest of your time at Magnet. To Luke Paggi, the biggest rage-baiter amongst us, I give you a key to your neighbors house if you ever wish to settle the score, and a nice crisp hairline. To Aaron Zhu, I give you edible school ids that you can eat whenever you please.To Devon Porter, although you might be better than me at almost everything, I bestow upon you a Smith machine so you can finally reach the seemingly unattainable goal of my benches. To Max Schnabolk, I give you my yarmulke. To Hayden Mendenhall, I give you a 100 in all your future math courses and a lifetime supply of Starbucks. To James Oliver, the self-proclaimed king of speech class, I give you the right and blessing to conquer Mr. Garris’s room and turn the school into an autocracy. To James Malm, I give you my perfect English SAT score, so do not fret about the future. To Andrew Flynn, I give you my Algebra II powerschool grades. To Henry Hunter, I give you the option of moving out of downtown if you so desire. And a luxurious car to facilitate such. To everybody mentioned or anyone I’ve come to know so dearly please come and visit my dorm in college there’s always a spot for y’all!

I, Amelie Gilmore, being of a persevering mind and tired body, do hereby leave the whole sophomore class, kindness and walks for Pepper, an emo rat yule log butterfly, and infinite money from shaved ice to Elias Gilmore. To Charley Richards, I give you the best friend (my brother). To Finley Frenkel and Harper Woodlee, I leave Jackson Street, a drama-free junior year, and respect from your peers. To Clementine Willard and Evelyn Van Tiem, I leave you luck for a fun senior year, infinite great memories, and knowledge that you can do great things in the future. To Clementine Willard, I give you a penthouse in New York City and the job of your dreams. To Evelyn Van Tiem, I give you acceptances to all the colleges you apply to and gratitude for your kindness and friendship in geometry. To Isabelle Duc, I leave you my Spanish skills, infinite fiestas, and the motivation to endure senior year. Thank you to AMHS teachers for always being kind and understanding me, I hope all your future students treat you with kindness. bestow the knowledge that your teaching helped me and many others learn so much. Mrs. Yackey, I leave you a winning lottery ticket. To Mrs. Smith and Ms. Vann, I leave you gratitude that you helped me prepare for college seminars and research. To future and current Magnet students, I leave you the legacy of our amazing class of 2026.

I, Sam Galloway, of overactive mind and exhausted body, do hereby decree my last testament and senior will. To George Wright, I leave my diet, in hopes that he follows it and stops eating two fruit roll ups everyday. To William Slenzak, I leave the guitar hallway, and the guitars within it. To Tyler Altman, I leave the duty of ragebaiting William Slenzak, because it’s very easy. To Tate Powell I leave William Earl, please take good care of him. To Ava Williams, I leave the senior lounge, may you use it well to maximize your time spent outside of class. May you receive an offer to play soccer, and may the Magnet varsity girls soccer team win the state championship your senior year. Lastly, I would like to thank Mrs. Desbrow for imparting her wisdom in Biology and Physics, classes which brought me much joy.

I, Sean Bacon, bestowed the honor of Bacon in name, mind, soul, and small body, do hereby leave Sra. Colon, my brother, Mark Bacon. Please treat him as harshly as possible as it is very well deserved. Be aware, he is the polar opposite of me, so this is a warning as this goofball may become a future student of yours. To the class of ‘29, I also leave you my brother, sorry. To Dr. Francis, I sadly leave the weekly snacks and spanglish 5 games. To my brother, I leave you nothing but teachers’ disappointment as you will never be as goated as me. To ALL Clemson fans, I leave you my everlasting hatred, and to ALL Carolina fans I leave you my friendship. I leave Magnet to y’all so try to have fun I guess.

I, Makena Turner, being of enervate body and prostrate mind, do hereby leave the following. To Lucy Larichiuta, I leave the sacred lunch table, a sanctuary where inside jokes were perfected, iconic moments were cherished, and a plethora of school-lunch pasta was consumed. Guard this possession with your life, and don’t allow those deemed unworthy to trespass these holy grounds. To Sophie Skaff, I leave you infinite prosperity in French and Physics, with free range to argue about random assignments that were never posted on Canvas, and endless side conversations with Mr. Devenio. To Mia Dewey, I leave you the beloved cross-country team in all of its glory. As its new reigning captain, I have no doubt you will lead our lady flock to victory, uphold the obligation of leading all the freshmen through warmups, and hype everyone up before meets. Finally, to Whitney Gwisc, I leave you the For the Girls club, and trust you will keep its legacy alive for years to come. With this possession includes the instagram account, pristine canva slideshows, and a list of women entrepreneur contacts. And with these final wills, I shall make my overdue departure from AMHS. Go Raptors!

I, Sophia Easterbrook, being of sharp mind and super body, do hereby leave the following: To Emma Miars, I leave you the fruit icebreakers I always stole out of your car, the Evie to my Mal (I hope you get the right costume next year…), junior USTA tournaments, our few but always cherished Point Break shifts, and many more DITL tiktoks to keep me updated while I’m in college. To Julia Schady I leave rainbow flipflops, an acceptance letter from Duke, as much Taco Bell as UberEats can supply, and a fire Chili’s cookie skillet. To both of you, Molly and I leave our Core Four memories. To Sabreen Adem, I leave long Facetime calls, some fun shared memories…, beating a dead horse, a lifetime supply of oreos, luck in math next year without me, our AP CSP vlogs, Thinkin ‘Bout You on repeat (I know that’s your favorite), a long string of chemistry tiktoks, my Chick-fi-la points, all of our shared opinions, & a steady weekend job. To Evelyn Van Tiem, I leave you our many memories at Table 2 in AP Chemistry, MANY instagram reels the night before a test, the possibility for your dad to pilot flights to Connecticut so you can come, allergy medicine, the lore of your house, Tommy’s parking spot in your driveway that I like to steal, and a safe-driving class. To Lauren Schafer, I leave the title of my curl twin and a senior year as amazing as you. To Lauren Schafer and Clementine Willard, I leave you running buddies, please keep it going and try for two programs next year!! To Sophie Skaff, I leave you NEHS meetings (don’t forget to go), and many future personal records on the running track. To Maddie Flessas, I leave many boat rides and a group of people willing to pose as letters when jumping into water. To Kamya Pham, “Baby Gorgeous,” I leave you a spot in my passenger seat, Tropical Smoothie Runs, my tennis rackets when you pop your strings, rides to someone’s house, the Lululemon outlet, and, of course, Disney Channel Juniors. To Maggie Schwartz, I leave the title of my favorite doubles partner, your unbelievable skills on the tennis court (especially your planned net cords), and 4 state titles as the fabulous #1. To both of you, I leave an amazing carpool, so many memories, and endless invites to visit me. To Maggie Schwartz and Aniya Wright, I leave the Alumni club; take care of it! To Addie Deford, I leave commitment, the controls over the tennis practice playlist, the password to the @amhsgtennis instagram account, and daily hallway encounters. To Victoria Carabus, I leave a fun senior year and tennis season! To Archer Fanning, I leave a car ride home after practice. To Eliza Dargan & Finley Frenkel, I leave Chick-fil-a runs, many on-court memories, & another state championship (or two!). To Rachel Prause, I leave school lunch fries & Uncrustables, a win in imposter, and many Brandy Melville fits. To Matthew Baer, I leave a high five, good vibes, & good luck in Calc BC, though I doubt you’ll need it. To Jack Manheimer, I leave good vibes for whichever math class you take next, and the hopes that you and Sabreen will continue to debrief them over FaceTime without me. To Anson Harrison and Cole Ivey, I leave the ability to whisper when talking about your personal lives in class. To Van, I hope that next year you don’t cut the lunch line, and can get out of the senior parking lot quickly. To Johnny Mei, I leave you a senior year report card of 100s in every class and A days where we would see each other in ¾ of our classes. To James Malm, I leave the memories of seeing you every single time I’m in the hallways. To Ellie Sams and Lila Eberly, I leave you a fun senior year and less stress in whatever science class you take next year, may nothing stress you guys out more than chemistry and unit 8 did to us. Thank you, AMHS!!

I, Molly Tombs, being of an expensive mind and tanned body, do hereby leave the following: To Caroline Maiden, I leave tears on math homework, one too many late night crash outs, a Waffle House trip in the back seat, a new summer two man (boat needed), shopping in the back of class (Sorry Mrs. Frazier), a Boone Hall “Strawberry Festival” date but we both know the real location, the never ending stress of semi and prom, a new black free people jacket, a ban from any source of fire, snapchat stickers, a BBC challenge, a job that pays you more than minimum wage, hopes for you to be a gamecock next year, access to all my game-day outfits and a spot in my dorm. To Julia Schady, I leave a twin-ship for life, Sam’s hummus privileges, 1000 followers on instagram, CVS trip for the Reese’s x Oreo collab, a lock on your upstaiFliamrs doors, nieces or nephews (unsure the gender), a trip to the local Mexican restaurant, a pink monster, $1000 back in your bank, a living room chat with Joey, a Chili’s trio date, blasting 2000s music on the way home from the Summerville side quest, “Hola José,” and a Taco Bell DoorDash order on Jace’s card at the end of a Saturday night. To Emma Miars, I leave a D1 rallying scholarship, apple cider vinegar shots, a Quiplash win, GRWM’s, sharing uber eats, falling over during the football games specifically pink out, “Let’s Get Sendy,” a nuuly haul for me to watch, a vampire diaries halloween party, an unbeatable duo when you decide to engage on a fun night, morning after debrief at Ruby’s, a 9 hour Spring Break darty, and endless hugs. To Emma Miars and Julia Schady, Sophia and I leave the Core Four group chat, there’s no one better than us. To Ellie Sams, I leave a KCB litter sweep with a side of lore, a week of immense shared trauma, a thanks for aesthetic instagram captions, a weekend trip to Durham and Cheesecake Factory, the most emotionally intelligent conversations, a slide up on my private story, to be free from certain hallway meetups, and an awesome senior year. To Sophie Skaff, I leave a “Shoota” and a track personal record, THE legendary clip from the Taco Bell door-dasher, semi drama and planning, some improved hand-eye coordination at Lauren’s, key club, and hopes for you to come and visit me all the time. To Sophie Skaff and Riley Browder, I leave you AI triplets, good luck. To Lauren Schafer, I leave a full moon while on Sebas’s yacht and a lock on your bedroom window onto the roof. To Evelyn Van Tiem, I leave a case of root beer, gas money, a foreign exchange student, a Canes trip after Flipturn, a back porch party, an after prom debrief with an addition to my resumé, and a dock remodel because I almost died. To Sabreen Adem, I leave crazy info drops that catch me off guard every time, unlimited Oreos for Sophia, leaving during study hall, Frank Ocean, love island, new knowledge about Hogwarts, a backseat mattress, and a round of imposter. To Rachel Prause, I leave a poker face during imposter, a fire extinguisher, and a spot at my table in the dining hall. To Maddie Flessas, I leave an elite balancing borg duo, instagram captions you are welcome to steal, and a good luck in key club. To Matt “Baby” Baer, I leave an apology for USA night at Mateus’s and a semi date that never was, I will miss you. To James Malm, I leave a degree in “Sororities” and a trip to USC. Finally, to Kamya Pham, I leave seeing you in the hallway every block and a congrats for tolerating Sophia during tennis season, you are braver than me.

I, Blake Yarborough, of split mind and chiseled body, hereby leave the following. To Jack Ham, I leave duck calls and perfect trivelas. To Matthew Bear, I leave a safe round of golf in the mountains. To Owen Farr, I leave the silkiest blue bed sheets in all the land and a new Alexa. I leave Micah Hinson an endless supply of GLP1’s, a massage gun, and a safe night sleep in the closet. I leave Matteo F, a fully charged massage gun and drip on the soccer field. To Hank Housel, I leave infinite late night TMP and mock trial practices as well as some wins in Basketball Legends. To Charlie McGlaughn, I leave the iconic Crayola 64-pack with the built-in sharpener and a new barber. To Willy Aaron, I leave the highest quality ropes Maybe? And captain of the soccer team. To Riley Browder, I leave a fair game of murda without spilling. To Thomas Powers, I leave a winning race against Jack and a box of crumbl cookies. To Evelyn Van Tiem, I leave a 12-pack of root beer and trips to waffle house.

I, Sam Abney, of devious mind and strong body do hereby leave the following. To Charlie Mclaughlon I leave my beloved pack of crayola crayons, do note they are not for human consumption young Charles. To Micah Hinson I leave a massage gun and printed pictures to slide under peoples doors. To Jack Ham I leave future 2 mans and a tee time for wherever you choose. To Owen Farr I leave much pregame banter and many gigs. To Willy Aaron I leave a midfield for yourself. To Matt Baer I leave many early morning surf trips and my partnership in our upcoming olympics. To Evelyn I leave overwhelming chill vibes and more waffle house trips. To Eric Fowles I leave a funny South Park nickname and sunscreen that I advise you to use. To Harry Tiller and Ben Rowson I leave an enjoyable trip to Africa. To Julia Schady, I leave hummus and pita chips.

I, Bennett Bair, of sound mind and body, have made the following statements of what to leave those who are left behind in this place. To Ethan Orza I leave windmill dunks and the secret to dunking, also unlimited access to Ryan Faust backseat uber ride. To Willy Wilson I leave free sub sandwiches whenever you would like. To Clayton Chislom I leave low rounds on the course and the confirmed captains spot, as well as unlimited sea food and cookies. To Matteo Farracelli I leave goofy three point celebrations, collared shirts, and massage guns. To Matt Baer I leave naps at McDonalds and naps in closets. To Simon Ford I leave low fives and unlimited flop shots. To George Wright I leave all you can eat vegetables and some candy on the side. To Caroline Maiden, the nickname “Beast”. To Evelyn Van Tiem, I leave grape juice cork for your mothers grape juice. Furthermore I would like to leave my spot as a spirit leader to Wren Kennedy. Trayce Figeroa You receive all of Lebron’s highlights as well as future Bronny glaze, the next king.

I, Jack Tierney, of tired mind and worn-out body, do hereby leave the following. To Micah Henson, I leave a looksmaxing legacy and a morning with Brodie Brown. To Noah Feild, I leave the future of the Mock Trial team and a navy suit for regionals next year. To Hayden, I leave the ability to complete your AP stats work on time. To James Malm, I leave a future of success on LinkedIn and in school in general. To Matt Bear, I leave late-night “drafts” and for the first time in 6 years an empty car from 4 Paws Path to Magnet, as well as national champion Fernando Mendoza. To Jack Manheimer, I leave the chance of your own bed next year for states. To Sophie, I leave someone else to answer the 20th question about exhibit #12. To Delaney and Jamie, I leave the difficult and burdensome task of managing the AMHS mock trial team and the ability to reach out anytime you might need help. To the rest of the team, I leave another chillis trip next year and the ability to make states without me and Mateus. To Julia Shady, I leave aux and the ability to play MGMT whenever you want. To Emma Miars, I leave a parking spot at Four Paws and a starting spot on the mock trial team. To Clementine and Evelyn, I leave a spontaneous cookout trip before spring break. To Lucas Yarborough, I leave the ability to beat me in mini basketball and a kazoo. To Jack Ham, I leave the joy of watching the World Baseball Classic in a corner. To Simon Ford, I leave the place as my favorite Ford sibling and a success as magnets next Novak. To Mrs. Hurt, I leave a class a lot less exciting than ours. To Caroline “Not a Beast” Maiden, I leave the ability to stop dragging the bit about crying.

I, Keon Ghafari, being of questionable discipline but undeniable chill, do hereby leave my sacred parking spot to George Wright. May you guard it with your life and never, under any circumstances, let a sophomore take it. I also give you a diet with carrots instead of Cheetos and strawberries instead of fruit by the foot. Furthermore, I pass down my Planet Fitness membership, a symbol of strength and potential, and use it to become a freak of nature. May your gains be plentiful and your motivation slightly better than mine.

I, Reed Clendaniel, of deep mind and short body do hereby leave the following. To William Earl I leave not only French class but also the red head girl(I don’t know her name). To Tristan something I leave the chill pill and a zipper which might come in handy later. To Matt Bear I leave a nice quiet and enjoyable house, since Billy “The Vulture” is gone. To Tate I leave Tristian, I know you bat switch, and I also leave a new barber. To both William and Tate I leave McDonald’s especially the Magwood location, Marco needs a new regular. To Madame Patrick, I leave the realization that you have to teach William, Tate, and Tristan for the next three years. To Ryan Fowles, I leave FCA. To Charlie Miller I leave The Festival of Lights and more specifically Tim, he’ll treat you well in Lot D.

I, Naomi Moses, being of crazed mind and strong body, do hereby leave the following. To Hazel Bello and Carson Cerenzia I leave the Snapchat plus family plan and walking before/during/after class. To Ellie Cleveland I leave bus rides to school and all of the boys. To Aila Dadin I leave more Spanish classes. To William Earl and Tate Powell I leave Ellie’s lunchbox and many more French classes with Ms Patrick. To Tristan Wilhelm I leave botox and being the best, most attentive student in the class. To Moreen Jang I leave locking in in the gym and locking in in school. To Sasha Perrone I leave THE fourth period legacy that Gabbi and I so graciously began for you. And with that, I leave AMHS forever.

I, Ben “Larry Bird” Hynes, being of pimp mind and playa body, do hereby leave the following, to Gage Betzhold I leave enough caffeine to kill an elephant. To Asher Lewis , I leave staying at the Apex parking lot till 10 at night. To Arslan, I leave shoving underclassman in the hallways and into doorways, I also leave always being in the hallways during class. To Chisolm, I leave Sarah Gray and the guitar hallway. To Riley and Willie, we leave the Raptor Rundown and being able to do nothing all of newspaper class. To Jason Wijaya, I leave being best friends with Coach Sayvon and Coach Liv. To FInn Gottge, I leave the ability to understand what’s going on, and tragic hair cuts. To Will Slenzak I leave running the boxing matches at bonfires. To Hank Houseal, I leave tending the fire and having five gallons of gasoline. Thank you Academic Magnet.

I, Jill Gunn, being of burnt out mind and exhausted body, do hereby leave the following. To Kate Taylor I leave a neighborhood free of injuries related to bikes, rollerblades, and trees, a copy of the camera roll from my Kindle Fire that was lost in the abyss forever, and the official title of honorary Gunn sister which you already claimed a decade ago. To Jamison Kubu I leave elementary school trauma, a conditionally bolstered reputation, and a new friend to circle the hallways with. To Whitney Gwisc, I leave a narwhal in a top hat. I’ll let you figure out the physics of that one. To Camille Bowser, I leave my spreadsheets and successful bake sale persuasion skills. To Bouden Tippens, I leave the coffee club dictatorship and a perfect shot of espresso. May your soul stay full of sass and caffeine. To Julia Dennie I leave monster trucks with pink confetti cannons, chipotle, tropical smoothie runs, the long awaited return of your jersey, two oranges, an extra identical lacrosse stick, a new bus buddy, and safe travels to THE May River. To Della Terrell, I leave speedy healing that won’t incite questions, infinite creative celebrations, Sam Terrell, and Julia Dennie. Keep each other entertained. To Wren Kennedy I leave a flawless Nest play, cute hairstyles, bear crawls, infinite protection from injury, and practices filled with the spirit of karaoke and dance parties. To Mia Dewey I leave a stress free senior year, lax action shots that don’t make you want to delete instagram, a tall boyfriend, and my phone number, call me. To Clementine Willard and Lauren Schafer I leave an undefeated season, flawless shots on goal, and an injury free victory against Porter. To Ruthie Russell, I leave my admiration of your spirit and twelve grapes, may your carpool rest in infamy. To Moreen Jang, I leave a quarter of a chicken quesadilla. To Claire Livermore, I leave a car, parking spot, and license. May you conquer the highway with confidence. To Charlotte Shields I leave a crocheted turtle. To Mille McGee I leave #9, take care of it for me. To Louisa Seminaroti I leave honorary AMHS status and domination over your brother in the guys v girls “practice.” To Maria Moses I leave freedom from our former bus route, may you never have to be in the same room as CJ again. To Hope Holland I leave sixteen energy drinks, a perfect drive, and over 200 career points. Can’t wait to see the new record. To Rose Williams I leave fifty pounds of glitter, three potatoes, and twenty llamas. To Ivy Gunn, I leave sibling free halls and a sister free house. To Mrs. Hurt, I leave retirement and freedom from our class. To Magnet I leave a sincere and jubilant goodbye and good luck.

I, Max Tippey, being of exuberant mind and noble body, do hereby leave the following. To Logan Patterson, I leave a ton of fortune cookies, the NBT legacy, a wonderful next few years, and Warren Cohn. To the swim team, I leave Trig Northrup. To Trig Northrup, I leave your dad’s fire construction and that one phone number you asked me for. Also, HI TRIG! To Whitney Gwisc, I leave a big thumbs down, a rocket ship, Logan Patterson, a stress-free senior year, tax-free paychecks, surfing, illegal turtles, unlimited eeffoc and red bulls, physics, that one minecraft cat you have, and what Rocky said about Adrian. To Mazie Jarret, I leave Whitney Gwisc. To Gabe Krupel, I leave non-broken bones, chase the truck, and the swim team. I leave Tyler Altman to whoever will take him. To Raptor Records, I leave the fun we had and all the records we definitely, totally, 100% did (not) break. To Miller Horne and Noah Pomerantz, I leave the hallways you always roam. To Brayden Knauer, Logan Patterson, Nathan, and Patrick Gillespie, I leave our fire carpool, the minecraft parodies, and that one time we went to the dollar tree and got that speaker before a meet. To Ms Yackey, I leave the sadness that I only had you for geometry, and the end of the Tippeys. To Ms Hurt, I leave all of my masterfully crafted IG reels and the like 2 articles I wrote. To Mr Crye, I leave Call of Duty during lunch. To Ms Grayson, I do NOT leave Chick-fil-A waffle fries, but I do leave all of my journals, Mario Kart skills, and the best table in the history of AP Lang. To AMHS, I leave four years of my life that I will never get back, but also that I wouldn’t want to spend any other way. I have made so many memories and met so many amazing people and had so many amazing opportunities. I will forever be grateful for my time here, and I will always be a raptor. I love this school and it will forever hold a special place in my heart. Thank you, AMHS. Go Raptors!!

I, Jack Childers, being of Key mind and Peele body, do hereby leave the following. To Finn Todd, I leave 3s and 50s. To Tristan Wilhelm, I leave the park across the street and a grenade. To James Williams, I leave new die table legs and a new right leg. to Liam Andrews, I leave the ability to run. To William Dooley, I leave a tripod. To Brady LaBelle, I leave a championship t-shirt. To Carson Torry, I leave a blank stare. To Gavin Delp, I leave a polegoal. To Max Kai, I leave a good AP Stats. To Chisolm Pelzer, I leave Sarah Gray, Lucy Hardwick, and some tears for after. To William Earl, I leave a sunset date. To Riley Browder and Willy Wilson, I leave the Raptor Rundown. To Judd Waggoner, I leave Julia Koch. To Tyler Altman, I leave pow and bag. To Emmitt Pulsifer, I leave not being a loser. To Rami Abbas, I leave Sophia Easterbrook. To Carter Altman I leave Espresso. To Will Slenzak, I leave infinite sharks to catch. To Ryan Fowles and Hank Houseal, I leave a truckbed full of pallets. To Hayden Mendenhall, I leave the ability to drive normally. To Sutton Weis, I leave a bright future. To Bowen Arnold, I leave Reid Aikman and flip flops.

I, Quin “ChiefKeef” Okeefe, of buffalo mind and chicken body, do hereby leave the following. To William “Do we call him that because h’es wide” Dooley, I leave my video camera and my goalie stick of doom. To Hayden Mendenhall I leave driving skills that are needed. To Tyler Altman I leave infinite passes straight to the ground. To Finn Todd and Ben Rowson I leave the title of Sendiest friend group. To Sutton Weiss I leave my playlist. To Fletcher Seminaroti I leave Lucy Beckham girls. To Chilsom Peltzer I leave crying over Finn’s new glasses and a level on 33s, Oh and Sarah Gray. to Brady LaBelle I leave smelly deck boots. To Hank Houseal I leave Addie. To Patrick O’Conner, Parker Ritter, and Emitt Pulsifer I leave slow and bumpy car rides, To Inman Wells, I leave oil leaks. To Judd Wagoneer I leave Meta Glasses and Snapchat Stickers. To Jack Lonon I leave the title of “4 eyes”. To Riley and Willy we leave the Raptor Rundown in newspaper. To all of Magnet, I leave raptorfootballtouchdownscore.

I, Britt Laubinger, being of efficiency maxed mind and nutritionally deficient body, do hereby leave the following to the following: Brady Labelle, I leave you a pack of the same mesh and shooting strings I run. Chisolm Pelzer, I thought long and hard about what I should leave you. I have decided that you are simply too gifted to be gifted. Show no mercy on the crease. Dooley, I’m gonna give you a super sick poster. For those who do not know William Earl, he is an extremely talented lacrosse player. I am not sure if he has a girlfriend, but i found his instagram @william.earl13 for anyone who is interested. Hank Houseal, your car gets worse gas mileage than my truck, which is concerning. I leave you a 25 dollar shell gift card, which I will probably regret at some point, but you deserve it. Hayden Mendenhall got a pretty gnarly concussion this year. I got you a pair of sunglasses. You are responsible for keeping them in your bag in case you or a teammate suffers a similar injury. Jack, I bought you a pack of gum in europe. Judd Waggoner, Idk what the word is on the lunch table, I think you should get first pick though. You’re the man. Mazie Jarrett, I have a feeling that you are going to burn your clutch out. I leave you a discount at the shop. Niki Shafaei, you also get a super sick poster. Peter Markov, I have a few plugins I can send you if you want em. You have unlimited studio privileges. Last but not least, Tyler Altman. I am completely out of ideas. I’ll give you something eventually.

I, Chouaib, being of questionable productivity and elite procrastination skills, do hereby leave the following: To Max Smith and Akeel Ayandra, I leave countless hours of playing Minecraft in the computer lab instead of doing any actual work, and to Akeel, I leave the knowledge of how to properly pronounce my name. To Adarsh and Akash, I leave a foolproof way to differentiate between the two of you, along with a little less anger at video games. To Luke Paggi, I leave chess.com, a better-modified Honda Fit, and a safer driving record. To Van Norgart, I leave all the French you helped me with, along with the racket you always wanted—finally put it to use. To Elliot, I leave two more years of French and the hope that you will finally take chemistry next year. To Derek Yu, I leave game nights with Coach Coop and all my SAT tips; to Jonah Sherman, I leave a new knee; and with that, I leave Academic Magnet.

I, Anna Cook, being of empty mind and exhausted body, do hereby leave the following. To Lane Hawk, I leave PTQ, yearbook dividers, a lifelong Canva subscription, and Whit’s Ice Cream. Keep me updated on your ice cream endeavors. To Addy Kattler, I leave people getting us mixed up and the Cancer Outreach Club. Please be more productive than I was. To Hank Garrett, I leave icebreakers, Little Bites, and a marriage to Bridget Lee. To Samba Diallo, I leave many beautiful sunsets and a crap ton of money. To Lowrey Rissmiller, I leave an Algebra 2 class together, shorts being inside out, and the hope that you will stop losing your phone. To Kamya Pham, I leave a “ride” to practice and an unforgettable pink visor. I also leave you something that was once bestowed upon me by Charlie Zaifert: the midfield. I have complete faith in your abilities to fill my absence. To Devon Porter, I leave “How was your day?”, “All-American Kids,” and pregame dance breaks. I am glad you are always down for dancing. To Ellie Sams, I leave “30 for 30,” an unlimited supply of Wing Stop, an infinite amount of 2-dollar bills, and an even more aesthetic Instagram. I am confident you will keep your archives in full supply. To Emma Nelson, I leave you the great power to carry on the ginger genes on the soccer team and another hat trick against Timberland next year. To Suzette Head, I leave laughing at the boys’ soccer team for falling multiple times against Phillip Simmons. To the entire women’s varsity soccer team, I leave many future state championships, an unlimited supply of frazzle bagels with chocolate chip cream cheese, and permission to step on any opponents’ necks anytime. To Dr. Francis, I leave a simple thank you for always believing in me, despite how many Spanish words I mispronounced. To Mrs. Smith, I leave a snow day. To Logan Taylor, I leave Aaron McGarvey, my freshman biology notes (did you ever give those back?), jean fridays, homeless sweatpants outfits, The Great Cheezit Incident of 2024, the iconic lock screen photo (I’m still sorry), “Lets Get Married in Vegas,” car rides full of eternal sunshine by Ariana Grande, “If I had a Million Dollars,” an unlimited supply of Alani energy drinks, and pregame high fives. I also leave you with many World Cup wins as Argentina, infinite warmups without dropping the ball, and the appreciation for vacuuming my car. You are a real one. To Elle Fennell, I leave our very slow-burning friendship (thanks for finally breaking out of your shell), “YEAH GLO,” swimming on Seabrook, REAL GOOD, a forever aura of nonchalantness, pregame bananas, a better signature on your license, and rallying the future freshman at Bible Study. I know you won’t let me down. Lastly, I leave you a seat next to me on the bus always. To both Logan Taylor and Elle Fennell, I leave awkwardly standing by the bench, hatred of reggae warm-up music, and pregame Chick-fil-A lemonades (never again). I also leave a future full of horrible parking jobs, illegal U-turns, dangerous sets of train tracks, and four-way stops. I promise I will look both ways next time. Finally, I leave the “lil soph + lil freshs” group chat, a forever carpool bond, and an air mattress in my dorm room to visit me anytime.

I, Kyler Richardson, of my old and decrepit soul, leave the two following property rights and possessions to the following people: 1.) To Bowdin, I leave the responsability of the Coffee Club. I know not of how you may harness this power, how many chais you’ll steal, or how the club will go after I leave, but atp, that’s on you. 2.) To Beckett Edwards, I leave the legacy of working 20 hours weekends and running food till 1 am. May the moose treat your bank account well, and may your sanity stay intact.

I, Liam Rohrbacher, being of sound mind and able body, do hereby bequeath the following: To James Oliver, my post of co-captain on our academic team, so that your ambition will propel us to even greater heights. To Sam Foppe, the hope that you will one day get the chance to DM session 2 of a Dungeons & Dragons campaign. To Boaz Makowsky and Chloe Batiz, a recommendation to tyranny, the only functional form of government (besides Gregorian-Rohrbacherian Democracy), and my many ingenious designs for one-word story variants, which you will undoubtedly be glad to have. To Genevieve, victory on Ascension 10, also please finish Nine Sols it’s really good. To Graham Owens, the knowledge you will soon face justice for your numerous crimes. To Berkay Sahin, the legacy of the Three Stooges and my continued indignation that your first impression of me was of someone who really liked math. Finally, to the esteemed members of the AMHS Academic Team, I leave the title of the (legally speaking) smartest high schoolers in the state, valiantly won for us by Cameron, James, Aaron, myself, and, most importantly of all, Tobias Wilson. I have also submitted my application for canonization.

I, Iris Steele, of weary mind and caffeinated body, do hereby leave the following: to Dora Wang and Punya Shulka-Hellin, I leave my best wishes in all of your future physics pursuits – may you fare better than I ever did. To Trig Northrup, I leave my advice to please take AP Lit over English 4, you will not regret it. To Whitney Gwisc and Sameen Basunia, I leave memories of the traumatic TSA experience under you-know-who, the rest of the drone team, and Zavier’s resin bust in hopes that it will bestow upon you the luck that we’ve desperately needed. To all of the Underwater Robotics underclassmen, I leave the team’s future leadership if you decide to carry it on. And finally, to Isabella Steele, I leave no more private chauffeur services to school, the hopes that you’ll finally get your license, and the luxury of the Main Rd. & 17 overpass if it actually gets done by 2028.

I, Caroline Sessoms, being of a brilliant mind and beautiful body, do hereby leave the following: To Niki Shafaei, I leave a boring French class without Henry and I to play wavelength with, a drama free senior year but prayers for you over your work load next year, many many starbucks runs so you dont have to drink the guidance coffee anymore, an unlimited supply of tomato basil wheat thins, an injury free cheer season, and monthly Clemson trips, I can’t bear leaving you. To Perrin Denzel, I leave you my precious role as spirit leader, cheer loud, proud, and hopefully the student section is better than what we made it. I also leave you OFFICIAL senior lounge rights, and a senior year full of hour long hallway walks. To Emma Miars, I leave a fun filled, and stress free senior year. Hoping to see you in light blue! To Julia Schady, I leave a deck of cards. Don’t miss the bus! To Julia Schady and Sabreen Adem, I leave an AP calc free senior year, and a hopeful 5 for all of us on the AP exam! To Evelyn Van Tiem, I leave a lifetime supply of Dubai chocolate, and chai lattes with a special secret ingredient. To Moreen Jang, I leave a plentiful supply of energy drinks, a boyfriend that matches your exuberant energy, and a junior year staying far far away from basements. And finally to Owen Farr, I leave a junior year without me always at your house and having to pick us up at 12 am (sorry)!

I, Matthew Lee Westbury, of whimsical mind and throwable body, do hereby leave the following. To Big-J Miles Olson, I leave the silly things on my bag and the power of leading Spectrum Club next year. To Brooks Traugott, I leave you the incidents of Presbyterian College and the will to defeat Clinton High School in Science Olympiad. To Tobias Wilson, I leave you the rented Moomin books you’ve given me as well as the love for Tove Jansson. To Boaz Makowsky and Chloe Batiz, I leave you the DND sessions I kept on missing (sorry) but also the right to overthrow Johnny in Spectrum Club. Also, to Chloe specifically, I leave you the right to turn left on red. To “Huzz”, I leave you a bag of red Doritos bouncing around in my bag for several days. And finally, to Sam Foppe, I leave you a cup of Earl Gray tea.

I, Parker Hamilton, of blank mind and lanky body, do hearby leave the following: To Jack Lonon, I leave the table known as “Tablington City”. To Simon Ford, I leave  the golf team and my sacred spot as number 6. To Logan Patterson, I leave my school record to be broken by nobody other than you and my spot as captain when your time has come. To Finley Connors, I leave the fastest 50 Free time on the swim team and being yelled at by Coach Jackie. To Jack Manheimer, I leave my beloved spot as spirit leader and hallway fistbumps. Finally, to Reid Aikman, I leave the rest of my estates and a squatted suburban.

I, Izzy Robinson, of drained mind and exhausted body, do hereby leave the following: To Ava Grayson Williams I leave APES lessons, dried fruit, whiteboards, senioritis, and an alarm, may you wake up and get to school before the 8:30 bell. To Brianna Robinson, I leave DECA, Ava Williams, a senior assassin streak, may you have better luck than I did after softball practice. To Quincy (Alex) Luther I leave Zara Larsson, puzzles, no early out in exchange for mentor study hall, and chats with Mrs. Grayson. To Jaime Gullo I leave our Clements Ferry car rides, Chick-fil-A barbeque sauce, and Lowe’s Foods chats when I’m at work. To James Malm, I leave Raising Cane’s, a car to get to Raising Cane’s, Moreen Jang, and Google so you can ask all your questions, but always know I am available too. To Addie Deford, I leave This or That YouTube videos in the senior lounge and walks around the school during study hall. To Lucy Larichiuta I leave the lunch table, a mere jaundice babe, frozen grapes, may you be able to bite them and not have to throw them out into Folly, and crystals, may your Saturn line always align. To Lila Eberly and Libby Holmes I leave our first day DECA conference and high heels, may yours not hurt nearly as bad as mine did. To my baby, Elizabeth Anderson, I leave our car rides, may you never get lost as badly as I did, I also leave “someone is always lacking,” Chick-fil-A, and many many hugs. To Tess Ellisor, I leave the little laughs during practice, a pass for no line drags ever again, and of course our first stunt group, may it always be your favorite. To Kristyn Fletcher, I leave Starbucks and our new stunt group, may you always lift with your legs and giggle when we hit. To Ava Wolf (SOA), my most precious baby, I leave you Girtha’s girlies, tumbling, and finally the cheer team, may you lead with passion and never forget how far we got in tumbling, I also leave the title of my OG passenger princess, I will never forget our jam sessions. To Eveylen Van Tiem, I leave you our practice shenanigans, the brightest smile, and playtime with Tomas, please keep him entertained next year. To Niki Shafaei, I leave amazing tumbling passes and before practice giggles, may you always stick every pass like it is nothing. To Sabreen Adem, I leave our summer carpool and Chick-fil-A milkshakes from your mom, may they always hit the same. To Mia Dewey, I leave matching Free People sets and loud cheers for you across the basketball court, may you always hear me. To Johnny Mei, I leave the sun and the blinds in Mrs. Frazier’s room, may you open them up and think of me. Finally, to Severa Echemendia, I leave Apple Pay at Walmart, gel nails, impromptu FaceTimes, and piña coladas at the Seabrook Island Club, may life always feel a little bit like summer.

I, Walkman-Person (AKA Amaris Wint), being of a looking-forwards-to-leave-Charleston mind and beat-up body, do hereby leave the following to all who will be experiencing a new era of Academic Magnet: To Sasha Perrone, Isabella Steele, and Catherine Barber, I leave to you all the gifted ability to drive yourselves to school without the help of some of my best friends who will no longer drive you all after this year. To Elias Gilmore, I leave you the best wishes for your small business and a possible offer on the Japanese car you use for said business. To Sam Fletcher, I leave to you many hypnic jerks, bags of preserved cats, and sheep organs. To Paris Hurst, I leave to you my quads and all of the solos in our Dirty Birds rhythms that will be left empty after I leave. To Jude Miller, I leave you many cherry-red Fender Telecasters. To Grey Meers, I leave to you the snare for the best rhythm in the world, Styx. To Tucker McManus, I leave you infinite respect as the Queen of Punk Rock, even more CDs for your collection, and free tickets for Music Farm shows. You’re genuinely one of the coolest people that I know and your shows at Hed-Hi have been sooooo fun to attend! And to the Dirty Birds as a whole, I leave you my drumsticks, kazoos, infinite brick-oven pizza, and Charlie Brown dance skills. Please respect my wishes.

I, Saiana Elkins, being of cloudy mind and tired body, do hereby leave Keely Yagel my guitar, my place in the talent show, and part of the rights to our unborn movie. To Severa Echemendia, I leave my love for Nicky O. Tina (our sweet baby), my love for parties (along with an invite to any parties I have), our nights in our hotel room on the college tour, our night watching the SpongeBob movie at the Terrace, and infinite Taco Bell. To Owen Burns, I leave the nicknames Thief and OB, along with the gossip talked in the hallways. Likewise, to Hoyt Knox, I leave our hallway talks, the benches we sat on, the stairs you made me fall on, and all my coffee club shifts. To David Chadwick, I leave the rest of the rights to our unborn movie, along with the task of keeping Bouden Tippens in line (good luck). To Bouden Tippens, I leave my Kim Possible Halloween outfit, all my orange chicken, the corner by the door and the fridge in coffee club, and finally, I leave all my baguettes. To Clayton, I leave my words of wisdom (hopefully I have guided you well). To Ms. Akery, I leave my love for Grogu, my desire to be a writer, and my Mermaid drawing on your board. To Ms. Yacky, I leave any love I have for math and a portion of my future riches. To Dr. Hay, I leave my passion for film (which your class founded), and my one letter of recommendation that I didn’t end up using (sorry). While I am sad to leave, I hope you all enjoy your years at Magnet without me, however long they may be.

I, Charlie Claus, of a niche mind and Santa’s body, leave the following blessings. To Willy Wilson, I pass on the previous Street Wilson’s blessing of the Magnet spirit leader (you need to go to games). To Willy, I also give quagmire, the CK method, the state of Vermont, a Jordan T-shirt, Touse, the Fish Camp, the send virus, and a ring for a relevant sister. You’d better keep these things in frequent use. To Riley Browder, I hereby give pink fuzzy handcuffs, a leash, ragebait lessons, the send virus, a love for surfing, and a tombstone for twea. To Caroline Maiden, I donate car rides, Celsius, William Hayes Wilson, and my desire for more baked goods. To Jack Manheimer, I give unlimited daps, an early bedtime, and the send virus. To Chisholm Peltzer, I give the nickname Botickle, Sarah Grey Heinemann, and one-liners. To Hank Houseal, I give Arnold Palmer Tea, the sailing team, and James Renneker’s girlfriend therapy. To Anson Harrison, I give the dawgs. To Willy Aaron, I give you pouches, a less spazzy brother, a rope, and Pele soccer skills. To Ben Rowson, I give a future basketball career, a laser world championship, tailing fish, and a Hobie Cat ride. To Wills Walldorf, I give more surf lessons, better waves, and a Corona for your mom. To Fin Browder, I give better team spirit, and a tennis team in need of a rebuild. To my whole group of friends titled “Die 🎲”, I give my legacy and dedication forever.

I, Alden Halversen, being of gooey mind and body, do hereby leave the following. To my brother Souther Halversen, I leave a big vat of the creamiest and biggest goo collected over the past 4 years. To Lucy Larichiuta, I leave the lunch table, how seniors walk through the halls, and your white lies t-shirt. To my fav freshman Yancey Dunn, I leave the “city” we stayed in at Lake Norman, a list of top ten things that are never happening, car rides with Kevin Gates, and interesting chats with James on the coach boat. To Addie Deford, I leave Whitney Houston and MANY banana slaps. To Lane Hawk, I leave an 1000 pound sister to haunt her from Maine. To Kendall Grimsley, I leave DoorDash (especially from Mellow Mushroom) and the gloves I never returned. And lastly, to Savannah Bryan and Lillie Sabine, I leave THE chipmunk, camping, and Home Alone 2.

I, Zadie Hawk, of wavy mind and rock that body, do hereby leave the following. To Lucy L., I leave a Destiny Line, a jar of nutella, a thought provoking thinkpiece, someone called Baby Boo, the ability to perform a soliloquy with a straight face, AP Lit FRQs we actually know how to do, the color light blue, and our lunch table, please come visit all of us. To Addy Kattler: I leave one Himalayan Hen from Come Back Shack, ability to never no what is going on, a trip to St. Augustine, and a big smile. To Ellie Sams, I leave one huge problem, highly rated thriller movies, a scoop of Mayday Ice Cream, and some springle jangle.To Lucy Allen, I leave a dirty soda and guardianship of my sister. To Dora Wang, I leave an acceptance letter to a top 20 school and some math tutoring (you need it). To Jamie G, I leave the title of the coolest sophomore to ever grace the halls of AMHS, I hope you also think I’m cool too. To Jason and Susan, I leave some unproductive physics conversations and a whole lot of senior year motivation, you’ve got this! To Liam, I leave you sledge metal concert tickets. To Eva McNulty and Molly White, I leave Zach, good luck in Calc. To Addy, Lowery, Ellie, Allison, Lane, Isabelle, Elizabeth, Selena, Lauren, Sophie, and all other current XC juniors: I leave you the captainship of the Cross Country team, dearest Hooff, and endless ideas for the question of the day. To Lane Hawk, I leave all North Star trash duties, a lifetime supply of pure gluten, plane tickets to Boston (and Maine!), multiple assorted cans and bowls, keeping the cats on a strict cheese and popcorn diet, the whole upstairs, and a gaping, older sister shaped hole in your heart. I love you guys!

I, Brayden Bunt, being of tenacious mind and limber body, do hereby leave first and foremost, the leadership of the XC team in the hands of Jamison Kubu and Samuel Fletcher, while I’m sure the team will change I know our principles will remain and you both will lead the team to the first of successive state titles. To Jamison Kubu I specifically leave you with the PR Chain, more on that later, and with Sam I leave the honor of speeches before meets and whenever he feels the need. To Mr. President I leave you custody of everyone. To Iaroslav I leave you in charge of nutrition for the team and the ability to be able to draft on everyone during warmups. To Caleb, I leave the ability to think for yourself and say no, but more importantly keep doing your “interesting” face expressions. I know Miller you didn’t run XC, but you should, and just keep Caleb in check. To Dylan, Andrew, and Caleb, you all might not realize it yet, but if you go down the right path you can both be very special in this sport. You guys will be the heart and soul of this team for a long time and I can envision several State titles. Hold each other accountable and be the leaders this team will need down the road. I leave you untimely in control of yourselves, you guys can achieve more then you know.

I, Jennie Pelic, being of senioritis mind and body, do hereby leave the following. To Elle Fennell, I leave unlimited bananas, ankles of steel, endless car talks, a funny Reels page, and some of my chalantness. To Logan Taylor, I leave you amazing warm up convos, singing skills for Pocket Full of Sunshine, and the ability to make everybody laugh. To Logan Taylor and Elle Fennell, I leave special beach cookies, a very fun and easy senior year, and unlimited Tropical Smoothie and Panera. To Bea Fennell, I leave behind good communication skills with Elle and endless Starbucks. To Mia Dewey I leave you with the awesomeness and leadership required to run HOSA. To Mia Dewey and Liam Andrews I leave behind Two Truths and a Lie, impeccable music taste, and luck with turtle sightings. To Devon Porter, I leave behind tied shoe laces, also ankles of steel, and just the ability to keep being so sweet. To Emma Nelson, I leave another hat trick. To Keira Bandura and Bridget Lee, I leave lots of aura on the field, perfect TikToks, and fire cellies, even tho you don’t need them. To all players, I leave you with a loud voice and energy to carry on the benergy. To Brady Labelle and Liam Andrews I leave you with a spectacular last two years at Magnet and maybe even a hangout with Jake. Even though y’all go to SOA – to Macey Levine, I leave behind one of my post prized possessions, Po. Just as Eliza told me last year, cherish him. To Bella Snider, I leave behind the duty of keeping practices fun, ability to ragebait, and an endless supply of water. Finally for the entire soccer team, I leave endless wins and always a spot on my dorm floor in case you want to visit me at Notre Dame!!

I, Steven Moody, of enigmatic mind and body, do hereby leave the following in no particular order: to Gabe Krupel I leave swim team captainship. To the mens varsity swim team I leave another state championship (hopefully). To Finely and Charlotte Connors I leave the Wahoo Aquatic club legacy, and to Finely I also leave all the freshmen he could ever dream of. To Sanden Strong I leave the AMHS Investment Club. To Kaden Knight I leave Aerospace Minecraft sessions, and some common sense. To Dooley I leave roleplaying with Kaden. To Logan Patterson, I leave NBT and Noah Pomerantz, and to Noah Pomerantz I leave Logan Patterson. To Emmitt Pulsifer, I leave acorns and parking lot shenanigans. To Trig Northrup, I leave hallway hellos and the raptor.swim Instagram account (I trust that the posts will continue). To Elias Gilmore, I leave a tea party. To Iaroslav Abramov, I leave more state meet pop-offs. To Ian Clair and Simon Ford, I leave Coach Jaci and wasp nests in the bleachers. I leave my “terrible” playlist to Miller Horne, should he accept it. To Bowen Arnold I leave Reid Aikman. And to Mr. DeVenio, I leave some calculus and a well-behaved class.

I, Caitlin Farr, being of enthusiastic mind and fashionable body, do hereby announce my will and leave the following… To Emma Miars, I leave a peaceful puppy, and a perfect UV 10. To Julia Schady, I leave a senior year free of academic stress, infinite visits, and to both I leave so much luck for next year (y’all look so good in blue!). To Evelyn Van Tiem, I leave infinite Saturday night themes and a very special chai latte! To Maggie Schwartz, Owen Farr, and Eliza Dargan, I leave co-presidency and ownership of Cookie Club, make us proud! To Mia Dewey, I leave your roster all to yourself, the official title of #1 chud, more snapchat screentime, a kids dilla and a CLEAN water, a new bus buddy to binge movies with (but don’t replace me!), a new group for post game chik trips, and I guesss you can have your lacrosse stick back. To Della Terrell, I leave your endless positivity, lightning-fast reflexes, many welcome visits, and who knows, maybe I’ll see you again at thanksgiving! To Moreen Jang, I leave infinite aux, protein honey packets (you need to clarify!), a little sister to pass on relationship advice to, the perfect ginger, all my pregame redbulls, and Micah Hinson. To Wren Kennedy, I leave my hot pink wig, a bag of rainbow hairbands, and perfect practice playlists! To Clementine Willard, I leave great tea that always stays on the lax field, to Lauren Schafer, I leave incredible impressions and a perfect rate on draw, and to both I leave the leadership of the most amazing lacrosse team, the awesome glax instagram page, and an undefeated season, I can’t wait to come watch! To Julia Dennie, I leave many more good mornings, loyalty, and the responsibility to carry on our Book Club meetings. To the rest of the lacrosse team (Rose Williams, Charlotte Shields, Maria Moses, Louisa Seminaroti, Claire Livermore, Hope Holland), I leave a better tiktok account than the boys, pool noodles, the joy of the bus never hitting anything on the way home from an away game, and the ability to hit the pinata without cheating (; To Micah Hinson, I leave full ownership of the imovies, barbeque sauce, many more classes with Moreen Jang, another bob, and a better nickname (what was it, chubs?) Finally, to Owen Farr, I leave the ability to parallel park, a finally published App, successful fishing trips, a functioning alarm, a soccer season free of harassment, and finally my senior superlative and our house (except my room), I know you can do it!

I, Lillian Patterson, being of insufficiently caffeinated mind and aging body, do hereby leave the following. To Marianne Zeigler Jarrett, I leave inexplicable energized greetings in the hallways, wordle variations during calculus lessons, and endless doodles in the margins of your notebooks. To my brother, Logan Robert Patterson, I leave lots of patience, a drive to ALWAYS show your work in your math classes, and the opportunity to make lifelong friends through the bonding that comes with being a Magnet student. To Logan’s (debatably unfortunate) teachers, past, present and future, I leave my brother. He’s got a good heart, but his mind still needs some work and I know y’all will take care of him for me. To all the underclassmen of BSA, I leave an inspiration to always welcome those around you, never be afraid to stand up for yourself, and do good work in your communities. To the underclassmen of Coffee Club, I leave the horror of navigating large monthly purchases, customers that will order 10 hot chocolates right before close, and a (somewhat) stress-free place to go in the middle of a busy day. To Samba Diallo, I leave my incessant requests for brownies (I better get some soon). To Peter Gholson, I leave incredible talent show performances and the ability to carry the swag of a dozen people in one of your pinkies. To Logan Taylor, I leave bones to pick (there’s a lot of them). Last and farthest from the least, to Mrs. GG, I leave a temporarily empty office during lunch (which will soon fill with students who love you as much as we did), line dances during semi-formal, and endless gratitude for everything you have done for us over the years. I hope the rest of your time at Magnet is filled with joy, hope, and the same love you gave all of us and that your new kids will make you laugh as much as we did.

I, Vanessa Nguyen, being of forever chronically online mind and caffeinated body, do hereby leave the following: To Adelyn DeFord, I leave mysterious bath water, Disney movies, and a bright yellow bottle of lemonade. I also leave Bolt, an April Fool’s prank that will get a better reaction than a 3D printed phone, and a trip to CVS. To Isabella Reilly, I leave infinite easy runs, the Park Circle Playground, and the feeling that someone might catch us walking. To Jonathan Mei, I leave green stamps and my eternal thanks for carrying our table during warmups. To Allison Wang, Claire Lafortune, Mia Dewey, Serena Gurguis, and Addie DeFord, I leave a salute and a painful millennial workout routine. To Sanjana Gangaraju, I leave productive STUCO meetings. Good luck wrangling everyone for meetings next year! To James Malm, I leave my CommonApp and the will to make it through senior year (but first, survive junior year too). To Caden Spear, I leave a 9:30PM bedtime. Please try and hang on to that for as long as possible. To Allison Wang, I leave South Bay and an inevitable group photo. To Alex Luther and Brianna Robinson, I leave a smooth mentor application season and no rainy days for Summer Scholars! To Lila Eberly, I leave you the duty of choosing the next person who will be clipped with shaving cream all over their face. May their photo make it as the Instagram cover photo. To rising seniors, I leave the belief that it will all work out! Lastly, to AMHS underclassmen, I leave better school spirit; please don’t let Remy die. With that, I leave the Birdcage my immense gratitude. Current & future Raptors, please enjoy every second you have left at Magnet!

I, Elena Marie Barber, being of slightly crazed mind and able body, coming upon the close of my time at Academic Magnet High School, do hereby leave the future of the Barber legacy at Magnet to my sister, Catherine Barber. To her, I also leave (eventually) use of the Volvo for driving her and our other sister Georgia to school. To Georgia, although she does not attend Magnet, I leave the middle school creative writing program at SOA, and eventually a place on the Raptors softball team. To Bri Robinson, I leave the softball team and all that it entails: pre-game Jersey Mike’s, long rides to away games at Woodland and Timberland, and the organization of our tradition of secret sister. As she will become a senior next year, I also leave to Bri AP Research, Gov/Econ class, and the journey of applying to colleges (best of luck, I know you’ll do great). To Bri, Maggie Oakman, and Abby Ross, I leave after-practice hangouts at Tropical Smoothie. To Tiffani Tatzel, my ward, friend, and sister, I leave Chick-fil-a runs before swim meets, drives to and from sports practices, and an honorary spot on the softball team (hopefully Riley hits that home run…). To Moreen Jang, I leave AP Bio (have fun!) and AP Physics (good luck). To my sister Catherine, as well as Isabella Steele and Sasha Perrone, I leave the knowledge that they will be the siblings left behind by my high school lunch group. To all Magnet students of the present and future, I leave the Magnet experience- enjoy it and make the most of your time in high school! It flies by quickly.

I, Louise Martin, of exhausted mind do hereby leave the following to my underclassmen peers. I leave Moreen Jang and James Malm AP Physics 1. I leave Victoria Carabus BC Calculus and NHS Principal Appreciation Committee. I leave Fernie B.O. Kindness Club and the Kindness Club Club-Fair Table. I leave Hank Barrett transition times in the Key. Thank you, AMHS!

I, Isa Jickling, being of relentless mind and chlorinated body, hereby announce my senior will. To Logan Patterson and Noah Pomerantz, who have been competing for the top spot in my will, I leave BOTH the top spot, and I hereby gift you endless carpools to swim practice. May your cars never hit any poles (Noah), and may you be brave enough to exceed 30 mph (Logan). However, you must always remember that our carpool is the best and that I will, with forensic evidence, figure out who left the Pop-Tart in the back seat (Keith). To Sarah Gray Heinemann, Julia Schady, and Whitney Gwisc, I leave you all leadership of the AMHS Women’s Swim Team. Please ensure that dry land is always filled with music, and yoga is done in place of running. To the rest of the swim team, I leave you with wonderful memories and a path to next year’s State Championship trophy (I will be cheering you all on)! To Niki Shafaei and Perrin Denzel, I give you official permission to enter the Senior Lounge (as if you were not doing it all year). To Ellie Sams, Serena Guirguis, Sophie Skaff, Maddie Flessas, Libby Holmes, Lane Hawk, Claire Lafortune, and Allison Wang, I leave you the biggest club at Magnet: Key Club. May you all not be infected by senioritis and continue to make Key Club the BEST club! Also, remember, if you make a poster for DCON, keep a close eye on it! To Charlee Bonavita, I leave you endless unplanned bathroom meet-ups filled with crazy lore drops. To Bowen Arnold, please never stop smiling. Your addition to our carpool made the year amazing! Never listen to the haters (Noah and Logan), and continue to be yourself! To Johnny Wang, I leave you a year free of stress and AP Physics. To Mazie Jarrett, I leave you all the chemistry wisdom I have left, as well as motivation to win senior assassin, something you gave me (although unsuccessfully, I might add). To Mia Dewey, I leave you HOSA and Jennie Pelic’s phenomenal organizational skills. You will do great things, so always remember to stay positive! To Evy Van Tiem, I leave you endless Photo Booth selfies (please make a photo album at some point) and so much fun in senior year! To Addie DeFord, I leave you the best of luck with the NHS and the memory of your amazing fellow senior leaders. Finally, to all those written in my will, there is an eternal spot in my Harvard dorm for you to come visit. Go Crimson!

I, Leah Bagg, being of burnt out mind and burnt out body, do hereby leave: To Jaime Gullo (Ms. Rule Follower, Ms. Rule Breaker, and Ms. Heart Breaker), I leave being the best honorary senior ever, many more life updates, Hunger Games, “there’s still time to delete this…” and that’s just what makes it rock. To the CSP nephews (Fin Browder, Akhil Ayandra, Jason Shi, Sutton Weis, and Noah Pomerance), I leave the memory of Unc, Bunc, and Sunc. To Fin, I leave Mini Unc, Saanvi, Morgan Bagg, a tabernacle, red velvet cookies, and automatic admission to Northsouthwesteastern Grand Stepsister University. To Akhil, please protect Saanvi. To Jason, partial custody of Mini Unc and an apology for always calling you Derek. To Sutton, keep laughing and stay away from contact sports. And to Noah, a reminder to turn off your computer screen. To Nathan Levin, I leave a jelly donut. To Luke Paggi, I leave Colby, all of the bus memories, cheese (I hope you get the reference), the one time you jumpscared me and Caitlin in the woods in Ion, and a finance degree from Emory. To Ashton Fitch, I leave a pickleball win, a Google Form, and the fight between you and Ryan over your friendship with Harrison, and to Trig Northrup, I leave a confernece. To Van Norgart, Lance Campbell, and Isabella Reilly, I leave 100 pennies and a dropped FRQ. To Whitney Gwisc, I leave the future friendship of our brothers. To Leah Whipkey, I leave our name. To Zayah Perlmutter, I leave hallway high fives, telling everyone that we’re cousins, and the best of luck dealing with all of our siblings next year without me. To Mrs. Yackey, I leave my younger brother Ryan who has been dreaming of being in your math class ever since I told him you were a frisbee gold medalist. To Evan LePage, I leave a lifetime of smiles and laughter. To Kamya Pham, I leave an open invitation to come visit Emory next year so I can give you a tour. To Maggie Schwartz, I leave Junior and three years worth of Creekside lore, and to Maggie Schwartz, Eliza Dargan, and Owen Farr I leave Cookie Club. To Addie Deford, I leave LP4L, an infinite supply of bagels, a “just married” message on the back of your car, and the best Trader Joe’s secret sister gifts ever. Never forget that it’s all Mirabel’s fault. Also to William Warnock I apologize for putting that picture of you in Addie’s secret sister gift. To Victoria Carabus, I leave shawarma, my backhand slice, immaculate music taste, the craziest car conversations, pizza grease, a leaf scented hand sanitizer, and soccer players. And to the entire girls tennis team, I leave lots of commitment and I hope that y’all have an amazing season again next year!

I, Madison “Maddy” Jolly, being of sound mind and body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Whitney Gwisc, I leave the next Georgia Tech Aerospace Engineering acceptance, and many friendships as good as Rocky and Grace’s. To Jonah Newton, I leave endless tutoring sessions and a 5 on the AP Physics 1 exam and whatever other AP exams you’re taking this year. To Sam Foppe, I leave our Chemistry table talks, a 5 on AP Calculus AB, best of luck in AP Physics C, and the hope that you will one day realize that you are and always will be a freshman. To Trig Northrup, I leave an enthusiastic “HI TRIG!!” and Lockheed Martin CodeQuest. To Jamison Kubu, I leave Brayden’s legacy, another Georgia Tech acceptance, and a 5 on the AP Calculus AB exam. To Brandon Lovering, I leave your coffee machine and Honey Mustard Dot’s Pretzels. To Jill Beuk, I leave you low rates on car insurance. To the track team, I leave my wishes that nobody fractures their foot at practice like I did. To Fernie Bonfim Ontaneda, Amali Vulava, Seth Beutel Green, George Suttle, Patrick Gillespie, and Logan Jordan, I leave the Aviation Club, the flight sims, and many future wins at AviCom. To Irie Brisacher, I leave my endorsements to the presidency of Technology Student Association. To the rest of our Technology Student Association chapter, I leave Brandon Lovering and many, many wins at upcoming conferences. Finally, to the rest of Magnet, I leave the advice that you join the Technology Student Association. And with that, I conclude my 4 years at AMHS (not really, I still have 6 more AP exams to take) – thank you all!

I, Maddie O’Connor, of beach day mind and sunshine body, hereby leave the following. To Lila Eberly, I leave you volleyball and the courage to keep chasing your dreams! To Val, I leave the best secret sister gifts and the honor of being the team’s personal hairstylist and chef. To Mazie, I leave you the satisfaction of a ponytail with no bumps, may you always get it on the first try! To Perrin, Emery, and Harper, I leave you endless encouragement and love, you deserve the best! To EG, I leave flips on the outside airtrack and the courage to send it every time! To Mae, I leave you all of the laughter and hugs in the world! And to Lila, Mae, and EG, I leave backyard volleyball games, axe throwing, and my love of wall-sits (especially when we break out in song), may the fun never end! To Lucas Chen, I leave the cafeteria piano. To Rebecca Xu, I leave you Abi, and the best of luck finding another personal chauffeur to semi next year. And with that, I take my leave, wishing everyone at AMHS the very best in all that is to come.

I, Charlie Bhat, being of chaotic mind and exhausted body, do hereby leave the following: to Jack Lonon, I leave BMS, Big John Runs, my Honors Calc notes, Wild Berries, and Judd Waggoner; and to Cole Ivey, I leave headbands, his atlas, and aura farming; and to Anson Harrison, I leave IHOP breakfast and Widespread talks on the bus; and to Andrew Spann, I leave Mazie Jarrett, 5 times in a night again, and TDS; and to Sam Peters, I leave Pre-Cage naps, adios, chinos, a reboot card, and mud tires on stocks; and to Owen George, I leave new baseball cleats for practice, a full arm sleeve, and Sam Peters’ goggles; and to Otto Wigginton, I leave routine ground balls, my fluidity in the field, a cup, Jordan elbow guard and leg guard, the power of Thomas Martin, and Trolli’s; and to Henry Allen, I leave 13th birthday hibachi nights, the chicken dance, your practice shirt I took, your bass back, Paul McCartney, and live music; and to Patrick O’Connor, I leave your Atlas, the best truck on the team title (Wides don’t look good, Sam), no hip problems, 5-hole in the lineup, and a hat.

I, Julia Koch, being of Scott Disick mind and Clavicular body, do hereby leave the following to be cherished and not squandered: My beloved swim team and my greatest feat of mental inspiration, the Bird Bath, I leave to Julia Schady, Sarah Grey, and Whitney Gwisc. I trust that you will lead the team to a state championship and mog Saint Joe’s once and for all. Continue to hold Oceanside’s leash for me, and always, always keep freaky meets freaky. Never properly go on dryland runs, yell louder than the boys’ team, and remind everyone who gave our one true home its name. The track team, and my constant presence without fail, I leave to Mia Dewey, Sona Harris, Allison Wang, and Cate Angle. I trust that you will all bus a left around every turn, play house music at practice, and continue to be insane enough to enjoy running the mile. To Jamison Kubu, I leave being the hype beast of the track team and always winning the 4×800. The birth child of Makena Turner and me, after many sleepless nights of hard work, sweat, and tears for The Girls AMHS, I leave to Whitney Gwisc. We hope that you will continue to support and empower the women of our school and the surrounding community while creating a welcoming and comfortable environment. Please bring snacks to meetings and keep the Big Beautiful Email chain. I give you access to all documents, Instagram logins, and most importantly, my Canva templates to keep the meetings chaotic, but aesthetic. To my temporary lunch table, but never temporary in my heart, I leave, asking how everyone’s day was every Monday. I leave many debates that end in respect and getting lunch halfway through the block. For each of you, I leave the following: To Jack Manheimer, I leave many new clubbies who show up and participate in your club meetings. I leave you many, many fistbumps and the ability to abbreviate anyone or anything’s name. To Cole Ivey, I leave you all black fits and a pair of sneakers so you never crack out the slides again. I leave you my mysterious aura and the ability to smile in Instagram pictures. Lastly, I leave you, girls your age, because 15 is not just a number. To Anson Harrison, I leave infinite gossip and the ability to always create a new story. I leave you striking out my evil exes in my honor and infinite calculus knowledge. To Tripp Bates, I leave many discussions in AP Gov with Ms. E, and a Bubba truck. To Ryan Fowlers, I leave abundant gasoline to bring to bonfires at the perfect moment. I leave not getting clipped in the back of random photo dumbs, and fireproof pants. To Owen George, I have a D1 offer. My spirit leader position, possibly the most important aspect of one’s college application, I leave to Sarah Grey. Along with this prestigious gift, I leave my FAB green wig and my megaphone. Yell at the freshman to get hype and find a big ah speaker for the games. To Lucy Larichiuta, I leave you spectacular white lies, amazing senior year memories, and your continued sunny aura. I leave you our lunch table spot and many sus conversations. I fill you with abundant math knowledge and every college acceptance letter and many, many 1 2 3 combos. To Punya Shukla-Hellin, I leave you my Spanish knowledge. I know you struggle through Spanish, and I had to assist many times, but I give you all of my bilingualism. Emelie Norton, I leave you my beloved javelin without the cap, and the ability to launch that thang. Keep Coach Prince entertained for me. Ava Williams, I leave you all of my perfectly formatted and designed notes. I put my heart and soul into them, so keep them safe and let no one else use them. To Mr. DeVinio, I leave my artistic abilities that have been cultivated in your class throughout the year. Always remember that everyone is a horse because they can not do physics and draw, but we are unicorns because we can do both. I also leave you many, many amazing polar bear drawings and diagrams. To Dr. Francis, I leave you a class that comes close to being as fun as ours, but of course not as fun because that is simply not possible. I leave you many memes and entertaining Pictionary games. Finally, to Mr. Purlmutter, I leave my absent place on the podium at the James Island sprint series triathlons.

I, Luke Zheltov, of dull mind and flopped over body, do hereby leave the following: To the frisbee team in general, I leave you with my well wishes in gaining new members. I believe in your ability to indoctrinate. >:) To Nathaniel Wolfheil, I leave Richard, captainship of the frisbee team, and a game of “swatch out.” To Isaiah Perlmutter, Trig Northrup, and Berkay Sahin, I leave 2 laps around the frisbee field and drills no one wants to do. To Johnny Miles-Olson and Harper Teague, I leave lunch in Mr. Garris’ room and my invitation to the Minecraft server. To Punya Shukla-Hellin, Ethan Kantala, and Connor McDougle, I leave rambling D&D campaigns and Bud Light trees. To Casimer Bores and Adolina Adams, I leave a broken ROV, a stripped wire, and long robotics Tuesdays. To Dr. Hay, I leave my review of Kazuo Ishiguro’s “Never Let Me Go.” To Mr. Williams, I leave my board game that never really worked out. To Ms. Lankford, I leave poetry analysis and Shakespeardle. To Ms. Langley, I leave lewis dot diagrams. To Ms. Frazier, I leave over-thought answers to the daily attendance questions. To Ms. Callicott, I leave multi-perspective drawing. To Ms. Beuk, I leave my permission to grant the title of “freshman” to another lucky sophomore and “ChatGTP.” To Mr. Garris, I leave 24,463-word document of APWH notes and my recommendation to try out playing Civilization VI. To Ms. Vann, I leave a sticker poster and my EOCA, EOCB, IRR, IWA, IMP, and TMP. To Sra. Colón, I leave hallway conversations about quizzes, a coquí, and a plane ticket to Moscow. To Mr. Flo, I leave a forgotten phone and physics bellringers. To Mr. Phillips, I leave you delicious durian candy, scholarship applications, and my try at coding Snake. To Mr. Crye, I leave discussions of Minecraft and my failing vegan club. To Ms. Hurt, I leave lengthy Padlets and Great Gatsby salons. To Ms. Shifflette, I leave 1984 essays and my British accent while reading Hamlet. To Mr. Lovering, I leave wonky piano playing and a half-working flow meter. To Mr. DeVenio, I leave confusing physics practice problems. To Ms. Renes, I leave all the calculus you could ever dream of. To Dr. Francis, I leave bumbling Spanish presentations and all the Spanish memes anyone could ask for. To Ms. Orr, I leave scantrons with only the C’s bubbled in. To Ms. Yackey, I leave gratitude, frenzied emailing about scholarships, FRISBEEEES (thank you so much for welcoming me into the best team at Magnet🥏), and my remaining geometry knowledge (what’s a parallel line again?).

I, William Baer, being of sluggish mind and ill body, do hereby declare this my final will and testament: To Matthew Baer, I leave a quiet car ride and a hard-earned bid—may both be appreciated in due silence. To Emma Miars, I leave a new nickname and a clean slate of my CP’s, which I was quite reluctant to give up. To Julia Shady, I leave an utmost quaint vodka pasta recipe, that it may be cherished and never properly measured. To Evelyn Van Tiem, I leave my sincerest hopes for a safe car ride, though history suggests caution. Lastly, to the basketball team, I leave a chip—place it firmly upon your shoulder and carry it always.

I, Emerson Sprott, being of forgetful mind and healthy body btw, do hereby leave the following: To Addie DeFord, I leave juicy ChatGPT love island episodes, an ice pack for your forehead, post traumatic syndrome, study sessions at playa bowls, a one-of-a-kind accent, and more hours in a day to stalk people on instagram. To Lucy Larichiuta, I leave xiaolongbao, MANYYY visits, a purple hat & cheetah print, Gunner’s gun, a close bond with Lady Goosington (if she survives), and the will to get through senior year. To Souther Halversen, I leave a lifetime supply of the thickest, creamiest, and gooiest goo that ever gooed. To Victoria Carabus, I leave peaceful morning drives to school, o’block lore, triangle hair, and normal neighbors. To my mentees–Purav Patel, Jack Charzewski, Molly Goodwin, Simms Willard, Noah Pomerantz, Henry Allen, Tillyah Cutler, and Emma Lainhoff–I leave an unlimited supply of Canes and a stress-free next three years.

I, Cole McGowan, being of feeble mind and body, do hereby leave the following. To Tucker McManus, I leave the title of Bloodhawk. Use your power wisely and guide the Dirty Birds in my stead. To Jude Miller, I leave a pair of spoons and a wazoogle. To Grey Meers, I leave many successful future operas. To Paris Hurst, I leave you a pink handbag, I hope you find more use for it than I did. To the Dirty Birds as a whole, I leave the bass drum. Please hit it as hard as you can. To Andrew Flynn, I leave my AP Calculus AB score and my undying gratitude for your explanations. To all Jazz Bandits, I leave the responsibility of finding another drummer, preferably one who can fulfill this role better than I could.

I, Rowan Engelke, of optimistic mind and deteriorating body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following… To Sloane Bradley, I leave you Coach Jess and the continued fight for the justice she deserves, along with permanent permission to talk the ear off of absolutely anyone you ever meet (as if you needed it), infinite Baja Blast pies, and a show-stopping national anthem performance. I also leave you and Mia Dewey a never-getting-kicked-out spot in Kaylee’s office. Please continue to talk her ear off, arrive late to practice, and keep her on her toes. Speaking of Mia, to you I leave Sloane, which is both a gift and a responsibility, so please keep an eye on her at all times… To Caren, I leave you as the sole surviving soldier of Stevie’s support, defend his honor like your life depends on it; to Elizabeth Wheelon, I leave you the official title of leader of the Cripple Corner, a role that requires humor and the most random or Spanish nicknames, no one will ever match our trio. To Devon Porter, I leave you more of that incredible fudge and significantly less sugar for the sake of everyone involved. Now, to the rest of the basketball team, I leave you a deep, lifelong vengeance against Hanahan and the sacred duty of avenging mine and Hayden’s fall forever, and as a bonus, I leave you the spirit of my ACL—may it power you all and protect your ligaments… To the lacrosse team I leave you an incredible season and the necessity of beating the boys next year; to Lauren Schafer, I also leave you the beautiful PT guy and an unlimited supply of his recommendation letters. To Moreen Jang, I leave you the unmatched ability to talk anyone’s ear off. Then, to Lane Hawk, I leave you the duty of Key Club Vice President, best of luck. To Serena and Ellie, I leave you the impossible mission of finding a Key Club advisor and finding a sophomore to take over next year. Additionally, I leave every one of the new Key Club Leaders the duty to find a Cheesecake Factory and allow the tradition to live on. Finally, to Sophie Skaff and Maddie Flessas, I leave you infinite W.B. Simms merch and tickets to every one of his concerts your hearts desire, and to Sophie specifically, I leave you the position of spirit leader, may you somehow, against all odds, get underclassmen to actually cheer, and keep the Birdcage alive!!!

I, Evie Chowdhury, of forgetful mind and restless body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Caroline Maiden, Evelyn Van Tiem, Sabreen Adem, Tess Ellisor, and Kristyn Fletcher, I leave the AMHS Cheer Team. To Caroline, I leave all my years of cheer experience (at Beckham and at Magnet), and I know you will use it well. To Evy, I leave Comeback Shack and Thirsty Thursdays. To Sabean, I leave gas station cookies and doing as little work in tumbling as possible. To Niki Shafaei, I leave my spectacular tumbling skills. To Emery Gropper, I leave our beast group. To Jaime Gullo and Carson Cerenzia, I leave my flyer abilities. To Ellie Cleveland and Hazel Bello, I leave the seats in my car for the ride to Chick Fil A and the ride back to school for the JV boys basketball games. To the entire AMHS Cheer Team, I leave plenty of tired mornings after games, but with enough fun to last a lifetime during your time there. I also leave endless Chick Fil A runs. May your fries before games always be hot and keep you fulfilled while I am gone. To Tate Powell and William Earl, I leave three more years of French. And lastly, to Violet Chowdhury, I leave my Junior Parking spot, morning Starbucks runs, my great looks, and my legacy.

I, Jace Gutting, being of chill mind and tired body, do hereby leave the following. To Julia Schady, I leave mid-function Taco Bell, a first take promposal, a cookie cake with a lot of frosting, my original digital camera, and a game of truth or truth. To Micah Hinson, I leave  a massage gun, and my old captain band. To Charlie McGlaughon, I leave a 64-pack of Crayola, a belt, and some PT. To Mateo Farricielli, I leave you peptides and the ability to speak for yourself #tellemChuck. To Thomas Powers, I leave you Crumbl cookie and a watch so you can be at school on time. To Jack Ham, I leave the backline, the whipping of underclassmen, and our tabletops on Micah. To Emma Miars, I leave you some time with Julia, my mock trial spot, and a voice. To Lauren Schafer, I leave you with a less stressful Spanish class and whatever you remember of Highwater. To Hank Houseal, I leave you plenty of jumps for your favorite person and a 5 on APES. To Sophie Skaff, I leave you a year of mock trial without having to face Strong Thurmond, some of my Taco Bell, and Congress the Band tickets. To Willy Aaron, I leave you a ball to practice juggling, a hand, and the confidence to wear the leash. To Owen Farr, I leave you jokes about Jaidon. To Jack Manheimer, I leave you a locked-in study day on calc, the ability to get to second block faster, and a good stamps score. To Lance Campbell, I leave you a lasso. To Ethan Vorhees, I leave morning car rides during exam week and a healthier knee. To Matt Bear, I leave you a “snow-angel”, comp murda runs, and better small talk with Amelia. And to the whole soccer team, I leave a belt for Phillip Simmons.

I, Mateus Guimaraes, of conscious mind and able body, do hereby leave the following. To Micah Hinson, I leave a massage gun and an overnight soccer trip. To Owen Farr, I leave abundant computer science knowledge and a good time on the stairs. To Jack “JJ” Maurer, I leave safety from Aaron and his smarties. To Charlie McGlaughon, I leave an extra large pack of Crayola crayons. To Matteo Farricielli, I leave a Cluely membership and cologne. To Delaney Cox, Jamie Gullo, Carter Owens, Noah Field, Sophie Skaff, and Emma Miars I leave the Mock Trial team, a state championship win, and safety from the ghost of Maddigan. To Hank Houseal, I leave a Caamp concert and $20 bevs. To Clementine Willard, I leave a 100 person function and boat days. To Evelyn Van Tiem, I leave safe driving. To Wren Kennedy, I leave pre-basketball game pool runs. To Maddie Flessas, I leave chilli cheese fries and AP CSP help. To Jack Ham I leave a successful soccer career and dominance on the field. To Moreen Jang, James Malm, and Mikayla Vong I leave DECA and lots of ICDC qualifiers. To Matthew Baer, I leave lots of motion, a UVA acceptance, as well as Roxanne, Party Girl, and Your Love on repeat. To Derek Yu, I leave lots of snacks and footy tek. To Brady Labelle, I leave lax success and a legacy at the Eagle’s nest. And finally, to Jack Manheimer, I leave lots of networking and internships.

I, Riley Shelley, being of feeble mind and lanky body, do hereby leave the following: To Van Norgart, I leave a frontal lobe and the Academic Magnet Men’s Tennis Team. To Patrick Gillespie, I leave all of the volley skills you need. To Tennyson Broadhurst, I leave all of our collective statistics knowledge and the entire boy’s volleyball team. To Finn Gottge, I leave the burden of driving multiple people home after every practice.

I, Olivia Elko, being of blissful mind and annoyingly cold body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following: To Addie Deford, I leave a spinning chair that won’t go down, a mysteriously censored picture, a failed April Fools’ Day prank, an hour long loop of “Last Christmas” in September, and a neon convenience store lemonade. Start saving up now for a warm coat for when you come to visit me. To Lila Eberly, I leave countless bottles of shaving cream, a not-so-secret dance break that would put Channing Tatum to shame, an unfinished piano duet, and my promise to pick-up the phone if you ever need anything. To Libby Holmes, I leave the knowledge that you are much cooler than Preston. To Ellis Williams, I leave an intense game of musical chairs against the incoming freshman. To Serena Guirguis, I leave flawless skin. To Julia Schady, I leave a TI-Nspire instruction manual, endless cookie reviews on TikTok, whispered comments during NHS meetings, and a reminder to never underestimate the secret third thing. I’ll ship you some treats from Levain on W. 74th once I figure out how to use the train. To Lane Hawk, I leave infinite sighs, post-assessment debriefs on the way to lunch, immunity from seating charts, and access to my entire (it’s 2 total) personal ring collection. To Dora Wang, I leave a prospering virtual farm, gossip-filled bus rides after competitions, a promise to proofread your research masterpiece, and a sympathy Krispy Kreme donut. I can’t wait to see your name engraved next to your brother’s. To Johnny Mei, I leave you the confidence to believe you aced that test (because I already know you did). To Whitney Gwisc and Suzette Head, I leave a deceptively simple yet embarrassingly difficult statistics sprint. I’m challenging you both to get more than 2 next year. To Souther Halversen, I leave goo. To Alex Luther, I leave a suspicious Greek translation, silent conversations from across the classroom, and a glowing future in law. To Victoria Carabus, I leave my sanity to power through long Thursday afternoons. To Addy Kattler, I leave manifestations for a 36 on the ACT. To Victoria, Addy, and Lucy Allen, I leave an open line for F1 rants and permanently reserved race tickets. To Allison Wang, I leave a cold breakroom bagel with strawberry cream cheese, a sketchy elevator, and permission to sell my signature on eBay in the future. To Mia Dewey, I leave sharing a lawn chair in the backyard of a questionable Airbnb, an impromptu car tour, cherished hallway catch-ups, and an exclusive pizza tour of New Haven. To Sabreen Adem and Rachel Prause, I leave our lunch table legacy, intense games of Imposter, and a legendary food tour that hasn’t come to fruition (yet). To the future leaders of NHS, I leave this single piece of advice: gather a group before offering to redo the bulletin board. To the future members of Senior STUCO, I leave the trials, tribulations, and rewards of high-stakes Wall Days, Senior Lounge deep cleans, and the neverending game of Senior Assassin. Lastly, to the rising seniors, I leave the hope for dream school acceptances and a warning that the year goes by in the blink of an eye. Don’t forget to stop and look around every once and a while before it’s over.

I, Luke Nestleroad, being of senioritis mind and tired body, do hereby leave: to Beckett Edwards, the day shift of the Charleston Open, may you miss an entire week of school and be swamped in makeup work for a month. To Van, Beckett, and Henry I leave the legacy of the Magnet Tennis team, don’t lose to BE and expect to see Oceanside in the playoffs. To my lovely departed, I leave my Shadowless Base Set Charizard that I lost in the senior lounge. To Evan LaPage, I leave a penny. To Alden Schuler, I leave hatred. To Perrin Denzel I leave insulin. Finally to Señora Colon, I hope that there are 10 more students worthy of your college recommendation and one pastel de tres leches. Bye yall.

I, Jaidon Daley, of egotistical mind and od tuff body, hereby leave the following. To Willy Wilson, I leave a perfected pick and roll and a jersey mikes screen shot. To Matt Baer, I leave a soothing nap in McDonald’s, the Sam and Blake’s air mattresses, and dubs on the 4pp basketball court. To Willy Aaron, I leave maybe ropes. To Micah Hinson, I leave a massage gun and the invisible captain spot. To Matteo Farricielli, I leave another massage gun and the ability to win a race. To Owen Farr, I leave a sincere apology and my stairway. To Charlie McGlaughon, I leave a 64 pack of crayons to keep you fed. To Ethan Orza, I leave my dunking ability. To Riley Browder, I leave no cheating in murda. To Hank Houseal, I leave sending at Clemson and talkative walks in the hallways with certain people. To George Wright, I leave a better looking jumpshot. To Emma Miars, I leave bike rides from your house to Teddy’s and lit dartys. To Julia Shady, I leave many trips to Florida. To Evelyn, I leave a grape juice cork, a lit Spanish class, and awesome funcs. To Wren Kennedy, I leave elite billiards runs before soccer. To Sara Gray Heineman, I leave you free of Jake. To Thomas Powers, I leave a box of crumbl cookies. To Anson Harrison, I leave my murda partner Blake Yarborough. To Jack Ham, I leave chemistry down the left wing and trivela ++. To Gregory, I leave a dap up from Blake.

I, Hayden Moody, being of a humorous mind and healing body, do hereby leave to Sloane Bradley endless rants in the car, car rides to Starbucks, and amazing basketball skills. To Mia Dewey I leave visits to Kaley before practice, a healing body, and many many more secret sister gifts. To Elizabeth Wheelon I leave a healing back, endless chants on the bench, and a better basketball season than this year. To Devon Porter I leave the most delicious fudge for you and the team. To the rest of the women’s basketball team I leave many more wins, fun practices, and please look after Kaley for Rowan and I. To Sophie Skaff, Maddie Flessas, and Ellie Sams I leave W.B. Sims concert tickets and his merch. To Libby Holmes, Allison Wang, Claire Lafortune, and Serena Gurguis I leave an amazing Key Club year. To Wren Kennedy I leave a healing hip and many, many more goals. To Lauren Schafer and Clementine Willard I leave the best captains to look after the team. To all three I leave an amazing senior year! To Julie Dennie I leave jersey #10 (thanks for letting me have it my senior year). To the lacrosse team I leave an amazing season full of wins and many more fun practices with Coach Taylor and Coach Caroline! To Taylor Pyfrom I leave my lacrosse stick to hopefully pick up lacrosse and the best next three years of high school!!

I, Helina Lloyd, of niche mind and tea body, do hereby leave the following to my favorite underclassmen. To Jason Wijaya, I leave awareness of hallway courtesies and the motivation to do K-Pop club. To Vivi Rose Rafalowski, I leave drilling the members of K-pop club during practice and K-pop Club along with Erin Efa, who I leave tireless emailing and trying to negotiate a dance for pep rallies and the talent show. To Mazie Jarrett and Tennyson Broadhurst, I leave long nights at Apex open-gyms. Make sure to get home before 2 AM. To Harper Woodlee, I leave giggling while walking to class and a corner of my heart for being the best part of volleyball season. To the rest of my volleyball team, I leave the strength to continue volleyball next year and hopes that you’ll get a title. You got this! For Whitney Gwisc, I leave my prayers for physics mech next year and college math. To Lila Eberly I leave a better carpool driver who won’t enter the wrong way. To Perrin Denzel, Ellis Williams, and Valerie LeClerc I leave y’all big hugs for being so sweet and keeping it real. Upon Emery Stallings, I bestow no more scary drive-thru experiences with unfavorable people. To both my junior babies, Whitney Gwisc and Mazie Jarrett, I bestow the honor of calling me whenever you want and endless nights of drama updates. For all the people that I named on this list and more, I finally leave the permission to visit me whenever you want and the courage to ask for a tour of Boston.

I, Xi Chen, of cluttered mind and deteriorating body, do hereby leave the following. To the art kids, I leave the Visual Arts Club, sugar cookies, acrylic markers, and every speech I did not rehearse but somehow still presented. To Finley Frenkel and Paris Hurst, I leave all the lunch periods spent crowding over a computer to finish Spanish projects. To Vivianne Rafalowski, I leave all the memories of practicing for the talent show, and my appreciation for your amazing talent and wonderful spirit. To Amali Vulava, I leave shared stats chaos and my love for children’s stories. To Tennyson Broadhurst, I leave completed chemistry labs, never-ending questions, and the best of luck on college applications, though I’m sure you won’t need it. To Erin Efa, I leave my legacy of last-minute studying, all the Spanish vocab I still don’t remember (why would I? you’re literally the dictionary), and my forever support in everything you do.

I, Selena Owens, being of a sound mind and a cheerful body, do hereby leave the following: to Aniya, Peter, Camile, and Paris, I leave you all rhythm for the line dances at semi and prom- cut it up for the one time. To Mia Dewey, I leave you the best Prom committee, homecoming planning, and auspicious meetings in North Carolina, whilst prom dress shopping. To my Raptor Guides, I leave you the best of luck and success for yet another year of amazing work! To Mia DiMeo, I leave you a prosperous educational career and all the coolness you say I don’t have. To Parker, I leave you an impenetrable temperament, built from countless quips with Lincoln. To Alex, I leave you the ability to scare people with your impressively deep voice. We all know that’s Quincy in there. To Tseyi, I leave you a bag of air. To Ashanti, Lamarjai, Kristyn, Samba, Marc, and my BSA buddies, I leave you our wonderful experiences and even more success. To Severa, I leave you my wisdom, sound judgment, and solid discernment for well-made future decisions. To Owen, I leave you the Voter Registration Drive and the future of our youth. To Sanjana and Srijita, I leave you the title of best besties ever. To Meha, Jason, and Manda, I leave you this command- go spread your wings and fly!! To James Malm, I leave you the ability to be in every club at once. To Sophia Czeng, I leave you our amazing, world-shattering poetry rap battles. And lastly, to Logan P, I leave you a shiny mermaid tail so you can smash more swim records. Love y’all lots !!!

I, Ellison Ryan, being of a goofy mind and chiseled body, do hereby leave the following. To Chisolm Pelzer, I leave my role as captain and two tree trunks. To William “Dually” “Dudley” Dooley, I leave the right to remain silent. To Logan Kane-Eames I leave Based Bodyworks Hair Revival Serum and some new guards. To Trayce Figueroa I leave raptor claw and LeBron socks. To Fletcher “Blue Stick” “Mr Magnum” Seminaroti, I leave yack portal and purple nuggets. To William Earle I leave some stick skills, you’ll be good one day. To Judd Waggoner, I leave a new pair of meta glasses and a bigger trunk. Hayden Mendenhall. To Sam Peters, I leave CTE and a passing chemistry grade. To Cole “Mr Dangerous” “5” “Poison” Ivey, I leave Whim Whammiee and SGH VC. To James Williams. I leave spit. To Brady Labelle, I leave the role as leading scorer on the lacrosse team. To Finn Todd, I leave infinite bag. To Peter Markov, I leave the ability to cradle and all the whipped cream in the world. To Anson “The Abominable Abdominal” Harrison, I leave some hands. To Nikki Shafei, I leave Zach. And to Julia Dennie, I leave 10,000 otters, a mini cooper, the ability to park, and the world.

I, Hannah Collins, of gleaming mind and ready-for-graduation body, do hereby announce my Senior Will and leave the following. To Ellie Sams, I leave you an alarm clock that actually works, so you may never again sprint into school late. I further grant you a personal Uber to every soccer game and practice, complete with a mango dragon fruit lemonade refresher for the ride and perhaps even a birthday cake pop if you are lucky. May your senior year be filled with clarity, laughter, and peace of mind. And of course, I leave you an open space in my dorm at Clemson, forever reserved for your inevitable visits! 😉To Clementine Willard, I leave you an awesome senior year, spontaneous dancing in Señora Colon’s class, an awesome senior spring break, not one single college rejection, and a Spanish dictionary, though I trust you will rarely need it. To Elle Fennell, I leave you many airballs, jokes that never hit, and some that do. and your newly appointed role as deliverer of moving halftime speeches and, of course, the scuba. I also leave you an injury-free senior season and my parking space, RIP spot 13. Treat it with the utmost respect. And to Elle Fennell and Logan Taylor, I leave you both saggy shorts. Please never roll them up. I also entrust you both with the sacred responsibility of rallying the freshmen at the next Bible Study, should it ever actually occur. To Bella Snider, I leave “I don’t care”, a better attitude, hopes that you gain the confidence to squat your Audi, and a car race in the future. To Devon Porter, I leave you, Emma. Continue hyping her up; our team depends on it. I also grant you traffic-free mornings, your name pronounced correctly as “deVON,” a smile that brightens every room, the honor of singing the National Anthem forever, and the spirit of the song “Colors of the Wind.” May you never stop performing. To Kamya Pham, I leave you to be Ellie’s personal Uber (when you get your car back). I further gift you a backup camera and the wisdom to use it faithfully (my fingers are crossed!). To Bea Fennell and Kamya Pham, I designate a permanent locker room space for your TikTok dances. May it be respected and well-lit. I extend a similar designated territory to Bridget Lee and Keira Bandura, as their choreography deserves recognition as well.. To Keira Bandura, I leave you a sincere smile and Bridget. Go score some more “bangers” together. To Ava Grayson, I leave you all my goofiness and every soccer laugh we have shared. I also gift you and Macey Levine Madeline and I’s newly claimed pre-practice parking spots, since you so graciously took our old ones from last year this year (jokes…but not really). Most importantly, I leave you the everlasting knowledge that white equals away games and green equals home. Please never forget. But most importantly, I leave you with the knowledge that white equals away game and green jersey equals home game. To Emma Nelson, I leave you the title “Leprechaun” from the game versus Berkeley. Wear it proudly. And finally, to the AMHS varsity girls’ soccer team, I leave many more crazy Alister half-time speeches and a post-game chocolate milk for each and every one of you. I also leave the soccer team bagel breakfast (may you all share the burden of a frazzled bagel with chocolate chip cream cheese and the Oceanside documentary). And finally, to a secret somebody (you know who you are), I leave the AMHS women’s soccer barstool. Guard it carefully. Keep the account alive. And above all, keep yourself a secret. Or else.

I, Bennett McKnight, of indecisive mind and deteriorating body do hereby leave the following: To Mia Dewey, sigh… I first leave you more screen time so you’re able to react to my Snapchat stories more often. You’re gonna have to up your response game when I’m gone. I also leave you a Grimace shake covered in a foreign substance, my High Water water bottle, vibes, our super secret relationship, and Boston University, with the hope it’ll stay on your list 40-schools deep. Lastly, but most importantly, I leave you with my role of Spirit Leader that we know I was extremely committed to… may your voice ring through the empty bleachers at D4 more than mine ever could. To Judd Waggoner, I leave you scuba dance lessons, at least 5 more AP Chem tests made up during your class, and future encounters between you and the party boy at the Waggoner household. See ya there! Speaking of AP Chem, to Perrin Denzel, I leave our trauma bonding, 12 long-lost, yet very valuable images, and the hope that you won’t have to retake the class in college like I probably will. My faith in you is almost as high as my quiz grades! Also, to you, Niki Shafaei, and Mazie Jarrett, I leave you three a suspicious car ride home on Halloween. Stay safe without me next October. To Gregory Pinckney, I leave you Jacob Elordi OR Evie Chowdhury, you cannot have both. To Lila Eberly, I leave you Pony by Ginuwine, a classroom with the blinds shut tightly, and a 10/10 audience. I also leave you with an image drawn on your back with shaving cream, and the same to Mia and Addie. Next, to Evelyn Van Tiem, I leave you my (hopefully) winning Senior Assassin water gun. Don’t hesitate to call me if you need advice scheming up a plan or two. In the event you are the historian next year, I also leave you with the Instagram @amhsdecisions account knowing you are the only one I trust to read some of the messages I’ve sent. To Caden Spear, I leave you Sabrina Carbenter and a later bedtime so you can respond to Amy, Vanessa, and I’s stickers in the STUCO groupchat. To Sanjana Gangaraju, I leave you an abundance of patience for when you have to hold down the STUCO meetings by yourself next year. Save my empty spot in Mrs. Floyd’s office for me! To Harper Clark, I leave you the hope that you’ll have a competent lab partner in the future and a large piece of gum. You’ll need that last one. To Sasha Perrone and Henry Sease, I leave you both ankle monitors programmed to keep you in your classes and super senior allegations when that time comes. To Brianna Robinson and Alex Luther, I would leave good luck for the mentor program, but you’re both far more responsible than I am so I don’t think you’ll need it. Please keep summer scholars fun and the shaving cream in the right hands. To Souther Halversen, I leave goo all the goo-d memories and my most generous, glutinous, greedy batch of goo. I’ll see you at the Halversen establishment. Last, but absolutely not least, to Adelyn Ford, Addi DeFord, or Addy Ford, I leave you Families First and, consequently, Daisy. I dare you to make a packing playlist better than Emerson and I’s. I also leave you unlimited samples of T-berry Tzatziki, Huckleberry Hummus, and Osama Bin Laden Oreo, the chinless beast, and “BENNNEETTTTTT.” Now, to all AMHS underclassmen, I leave you with photos that didn’t make the cut for @amhsstuco, the ability to at least pretend you have school spirit, and the request that you please stop wearing flip flops to school. Ok bye.

I, Abby Trolley, being of stout mind and spent body, do hereby bequeath a shiny pink baton (for luck of course), Coach Hoff’s $30 bug spray, and the drive to beat the boys 4x400m time unto Mia Dewey, Evie Hassid, and Natalie Cina – may it serve you well at State. And take care of Evie while I’m gone, under NO circumstances should she be jumping over hurdles. Unto Sona Harris, Cate Angle, and Allison Wang I leave you enough water in your Owalas to get through a meet at Cane Bay. Feel free to steal some of Mia’s if you get thirsty. Unto y’all I also bestow the charge to make T & F more gossip than running. Unto Samba Diallo I leave Selena’s lunch bag to rifle through and the responsibility of leading warm-ups at D4. You better pop-up on those squats. Also, I leave my seniority and co-captain position – don’t let Greg make fun of you. To Sasha Perrone, I leave all the trauma bonding Gabbi and I went through at this school and the willpower to get through Seminar/Research presentations – if we can do it, so can you. To Jamison Kubu I leave my parking spot, the patience to wait through the turn lane into the senior lot, and the ghost of MM. I pray you never trip over a soccer ball again. To Dylan Johnson I leave the stamina to run a 3200m that I never had and position as golden boy in Hoff’s eyes. Don’t let us down. To all my track girlies I leave a free high-five after every race, five extra minutes to warm-up, a deep breath, and the entirely helpful practice of gaslighting yourself into believing the race isn’t really that long. Shout out to my SOA compadres, our team would be no bueno without you. To Logan Patterson, I leave Mrs. GG’s office and what remains of the candy stash; don’t forget to save us all some when we come back to visit. To Will Granata, I leave you a bag of excuses and Mr. Stackhouse’s stink eye. To Mrs. Yackey I leave you all my money. After all you got me through in geometry/precalc, it’s yours. To Ms. Shifflette I leave you a more motivated senior class and many more book worms to have literary seminars with. If I ever pivot to the humanities, I’ll let you know. To Mrs. Phillips, I leave you best teacher of the year award from my heart – I know you actually won the award but this one is special – you inspired a passion in me for the sciences and made everything seem not just doable but interesting. You’re the reason I’m a bio major, hands down. To the GOAT trifecta (Mr. Rush, Mr. Stackhouse, and Mr. DeVenio) I leave you “Good Morning!”s when its really the afternoon, philosophical chats about life’s struggles, a good long laugh, and all my gratitude for helping me pass the AP exams in your respective classes. I’ve learned so much from y’all. To Ms. Vann I leave all my love and devotion. You are an amazingly talented writer and caring individual – I am so blessed to have you in my life (your sister is pretty okay too)(JK I love you too Mrs. Renes). To Johnny Mei I leave straight A’s, beautiful handwriting, and the ability to strike up a conversation with just about anyone. If you need any help with writing, you know who to call. To Ms. Orr, Dr. Russell, Mrs. GG, Mr. Floyd, Mr. Orr, Mr. Garris, Mr. Flo, and Mrs. Vallejo I leave you many smiles and waves in the hallway along with a great big bear hug (or totally awesome fist bump) for all the kindness you have shown me during my time here. Your willingness to go above and beyond for students has made Magnet such a hard place to walk away from – even with senioritis. LOVE YOU ALL!!! ❤

I, Aayush Bansod, being of tired mind and tired body, do hereby leave Beckett Edwards and Evan LePage in charge of the tennis team. To Kaden Knight, I leave more brackets, random instagram facetimes, potential poker nights, and not getting lead on. To Patrick Gillispie, I leave a healthy elbow… please. To Fin Browder, I leave a “beat” roster. To Van Norgart, I leave a bunch of wins in college game, a chin, and a singles spot. To Eva McNulty, I leave a working knee, extra-strength Tylenol, and an iced vanilla latte. To Sophie Skaff, Delaney Cox, Jamie Gullo, Noah Field, and Carter Owens, I leave my part of the Mock Trial Team. To Andy Wong, I leave an AirBnb account and a speed limit sign. To Ms. Orr, I leave coach Cobb and a successful Steelers playoff run.

I, Zuriel Nyamutsaka of sound mind and body do hereby bestow the following. To Gregory Pinckney I leave my nonchalant aura and immense charm with the hope that you’ll maybe have as much swag as me one day. To James Malm I leave a response to your Tiktok message and unlimited access to the senior lounge. To Rami Abbas I leave Pooh Shiesty and Dr. Umar, as well as infinite motion over the weekend. To Alex Luther I leave Gavin Newsom, Joe Biden, Kamala Harris, and every Democratic politician in the Tri-county area. In addition, I leave Alex with an 18th birthday before Election Day 2026. We’ll need you in 2028. To Lucy Larichuta I leave two blue Eiffel Towers always within reach. To Hank Houseal I leave the right to use your computer in French class. To Tripp Bates I leave Representative Thomas Massie. To Samba Diallo I leave unlimited jollof rice and invitations to Congolese weddings. To George Wright I strip you of the right to eat your lunchables during 3A. To Niki Shaefei, Perrin Denz, Mia Dewey, Libby Holmes, Valerie Leclerc, and Claire Lafortune, I leave my Airbnb account and our favorite host James. To Trayce Figueroa I leave Snapchat filters and LeBron James. To Marc, I leave unlimited time outside of class. To Ms. Lankford I leave photos of me all over her room. To Magnet I leave an attitude of undeterred optimism.

I, Madeline Moye, being of raging mind and damaged body, do hereby announce my senior will and leave the following. To Ellie Sams, I leave Key Club President may you not let the club go downhill and get people to be scared of you…, the never-ending sound of a plastic chicken in your trunk, an abundance of kisses from Po, the long overdue ability to read a clock, Graham Crackers in every meal you consume, suicides for every minute your late, one more DCON, a closet full of the boy’s practice shirts, an a place on my dorm floor (please come visit). To Logan Taylor, I leave the esteemed role of Academic Magnet Women’s Soccer Team Speaking Captain (good luck), Surf Soccer Club, the feeling of playing soccer games with only 10 players, the right to rage at our teammates, full authority to boss around coaches, a pregrame anti-stress pill before every AMHS game, and the sacred power to make Ellie Sams run suicides every minute she is late. I also leave you one more year of club soccer (good luck again!!) To Maddie Flessas, I leave the AMAZING position as a Spirit Leader, may you continue on all the amazing cheers and get people to show up to the games… To Sophie Skaff & Maddie Flessas I leave one more year of Key Club and the hope of another DCON in your future along with free concert pit tickets to W.B Sims sold-out concert. To Elle Fennell, I leave the hope for a concussion-free life (may you be able to play after being cleared… if it so happens again), a slightly increased level of “chalant”, unforgettable memories of Coach Stevie and AMHS basketball, a 1450 on your SAT, the hope you will do so amazing on your all your future ID camps. To Bea Fennell and Kamya Pham, I leave the wisdom to film your TikToks before warm ups begin – primarily for Logan’s sanity. To Keria Bandura I leave celebratory scubas after every goal you score, along with many more iconic TikToks of your soccer skills and technical greatness. To Devon Porter, I leave singing/screaming to all your future opponents & another amazing year of AMHS soccer. To Emma Nelson, I leave A LOT more hat tricks against Timberland. To Willy Wilson and Riley Browder, I leave fake Key Club projects, Blessing Boxes, and never, ever wearing your Key Club shirt. To Ava Grace, I leave exaggerated waves on Coleman Blvd that will likely go unreturned, the crucial knowledge that we wear green for home games and white for away games, and many more perfect self-tan days. To Ellie Sams, Serena Guirguis, Lane Hawk, Alison Wang, Libby Holmes, Maddie Flessas, and Sophie Skaff, I entrust the legacy of Academic Magnet Key Club. May you carry it forward with competence, dedication, and A LOT of love for service.