The Anvil

Senior iSSueClass of 2012

2 SENIOR

VALEDICTORIANS:What’s the soundtrack to your time at

Memorial?

Becky Allums

Vanderbilt University

“Kids”MGMT

Eliza Ann BornmanTexas A&M

“About to Break”

Third Eye Blind

Mark CameroRice University

“All I Do Is Win”DJ Khaled

Madeline CampbellGeorgetown University

“Clocks”Coldplay

Kathy Cao

“Life Goes On”

Cris Cab J

ulia ChongRice University

“Forever Young”

Jay-Z

Kendall CrouchTexas A&M

“Foot-loose” Kenny

Loggins

Kelley DickeyTexas A&M

“Slumber”NEEDTO-BREATHE

Rebecca Dunn

Washington & Lee

“Never Grow Up”

Taylor Swift

Jennifer Fan

Columbia University

“Keep Holding

On” Avril Lavigne

Kevin Graham

“The Worlds

Greatest”R. Kelly

Lauren HarrisBrigham Young

University“All About

Us”He is We

Michelle HongBowdoin College

“Under Pressure”

Queen

Caitlin HruzekTexas A&M

“Stand” Rascal Flatts

Brittany Iler

Texas A&M

“Defying Gravity”

Wicked

Univ. of Texas

Univ. of Texas

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eghan KelleyNotre Dame

“Beautiful Day”

U2

Tech Kuo

Cornell University

“The Lazy Song”

Bruno Mars

Charles Lai

Cornell University

“First Day of My

Life”The Bright Eyes

Lindsey LimbaughUniv. of Texas

“Hakuna Matata” Elton John

Hannah Ochs

Washington University in St. Louis

“The Rich Song”

Caedmons Call

Caitlin OwensTexas A&M

“Pursuit of Happiness

(Dub Remix) Kid Cudi

Camille OwensTexas A&M

“Ayy Ladies”

Travis Porter ft. Tyga

Aryan Pashaei-Marand

Univ. of Texas

Work Hard Play

Hard“”Tiesto

Julia Rogers

Vanderbilt University

“Land-slide”

Fleetwood Mac

Charlie RussellUniv. of Texas

“Good Life”

One Republic

Emily Snow

University of Virginia

“You’re Gonna

Miss This” Trace Adkins

James ToppUniv. of Texas

“Other-side”

Red Hot Chili Peppers

Kristopher Van Norman

University of Virginia

“Flex”The

Party Boyz

Charles WannaRice University

“High-way to

the Danger Zone”

Kenny Loggins

Michael White

University of Virginia

“Learn to Fly”

The Foo Fighters

Simon ZhangUniv. of Texas

“Fat Lip”Sum 41 SALUTATORIAN:

Elizabeth CaiBoston College

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SENIOR

SENIOR SUPERLATIVES

MOST ATTRACTIVE

BEST SMILE

UNDERSTATED BEAUTY

SHOULD HAVE DATED

BIGGEST FLIRT

As our last days as Mem High students begin to dwindle, we always reflect on those students who have made a memorable, one-of-a-kind impression, enough so to earn them their own superlative title. Whether they’ve proven to have the brainpower fit for finding cancer’s cure, shown the immense cour-age needed to fight four our country, or precisely groomed each lock to be awarded Best Hair, these students are each unique and unforgettable in their own special way.

PRETTIEST EYES

MOST FASHIONABLE Megan Johnson

CHANGED THE MOST SINCE 9TH GRADE

CHANGED THE LEAST SINCE 9TH GRADE

Chandler Obrien Ben Carl

Rachel Wyatt John Driver

Abby Wile Michael Cisarik

Madison Stewart Mason Stewart

Kelly Walker Brooks Taylor

Madison Herington

Kelley Dickey Harris Pritchard

Ryan Gregory

Elizabeth Williams Charlie Russell

Keegan Droxler

Megan Johnson

SENIOR

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SENIOR SUPERLATIVESAs our last days as Mem High students begin to dwindle, we always reflect on those students who have made a memorable, one-of-a-kind impression, enough so to earn them their own superlative title. Whether they’ve proven to have the brainpower fit for finding cancer’s cure, shown the immense cour-age needed to fight four our country, or precisely groomed each lock to be awarded Best Hair, these students are each unique and unforgettable in their own special way.

CUTEST COUPLE

MR. AND MS. TWITTER

BACHELOR AND BACHELORETTE

BEST HAIR

LIFE OF THE PARTY

Reagan Porter Max Yanke

Courtney Guest Jace Metzler

Lamar Bretches Beau Rathjen

Laura Lee Cale Spencer Pohl

Ajita Sen David Kim

CLASS CLOWN

MEMORIAL MOM AND DAD

BEST BROMANCE Charles Lai

BEST PERSON TO TAKE YOUR SAT

Kirby Smith Kyle Dobbins

Meredith Miller Scott Bradshaw

David ComerRob Hogan

Sun Ji Charles Lai

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MOST GREEK (FRAT)

WORST DRIVER

DRAMA QUEEN/KING

MOST TALKATIVE

MOST SCHOOL SPIRIT

MOST ARTISTIC

...BECOME A BILLIONAIRE

...BECOME PRESIDENT

...DEDICATE THEIR LIVES TO ORPHANS

...BECOME A PROFESSIONAL ATHLETE

Tricia Curry Arjun Nijhawan

Macy Livingston Adam Mrlik

Emily Morris Adam McCauley

Austin Pipkin Caroline Ciaccio Bommer White

Emily Snow Michael White

Jennifer Fan Nick Dennis

Becky Allums Kris Van Norman Hannah Ochs

Melanie Martin Kevin Pisters

Leah Kim

Dylan Betts

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...APPEAR ON GLEE

...TRIP AT GRADUATION

...TALK THEMSELVES OUT OF A TICKET

...FIGHT FOR OUR COUNTRY

...COME HOME EVERY WEEKEND

...NOT ATTEND CLASS REUNIONS

...SURVIVE IN THE WILDERNESS

...BE LATE TO HIS/HER OWN WEDDING

...FIND A CURE FOR CANCER

...QUOTE A MOVIE DURING A CONVERSATION

Melanie Gaw Joey Scavone

Julia Chong

Katherine Huddleston Nick Lappin

Kimberly Landa Travis Read

Katherine Smith Zach Patton Dillon Larberg Alexis LaBarba

Bryce Brock Jay Thompson

Niko Schillaci Eliza Bornman

Emily Pittman Andrew Edmonds

Sam CasparyAnnie Green

Charles Wanna

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I, Meegen Barr do hereby bequeath my cats to Hunter Wright; weekends to Taylor Reed; hautness to Kathy; Harrison to Rio Wade; family bonding to my kids Stef and Grace; everything else to Lucy Brown and none for Gretchen Weiner.

I, Lauren Bender do hereby bequeath mom’s chauffeuring to Libby; rugby photography to Erin and Jessica; solo walks on Beinhorn to Kelsey; Athleti-cism to the tennis team; SKAing to Christian, Willy, Grant, Thomas, Katie, and Nava; tennis flirting to Courtney; line calls to Nasha.

I, Emmalee Bergez do hereby bequeath my closet, self-pics, and friendship to Lindsey Burr; 5 extra minutes to Avery Birdwell; a podium with wheels to Bailey Tsuru; family dinners to Jonathan Rosen; the front seat to Will Sikora and The Millford to Newspaper.

I, Josh Berggeren do hereby bequeath the quido to Nick Perlick; my fishing ine to Cullen Zander.

I, Cody Birdwell do hereby bequeath my part of the couch to Griffin Doyle; Frew Van Norman I give Avery; a place to stay to Warren McMahan

I, Eliza Ann Bornman do hereby bequeath obnoxious parents and college stress to Katherine Bornman; drama and long talks in the car to Ashley Reis-chman; dance parties to Nikki and Kelly Denkler; and good morals and deci-sions to Miranda Ruzinsky.

I, Scott Bradshaw do hereby bequeath socks and crocs to Brett Strake; sharking to my freshman guys; and my love of football to the cheerleaders.

I, Lamar Bretches do hereby bequeath a place to stay to Olivia and Tita; Patrick to Andrea; a dandelion to Tyler; a jungle cat to Brett; and a great next three years to my FYL lil’ giants.

I, Audrey Brook do hereby bequeath an apple to Candace Crocket; all my school material to Olivia Brook; a gallon of cookies and cream ice cream to Leslie Bonner; tanning oil to Neomie Person; raybans and sunscreen to Tay-lor Phillips.

I, Bryce Brock do hereby bequeath a place to stay tp junior girls; cheetahs to Ryan; pants and a plane to Tyler; crunch time to Brett; dougie to Kacy, Aaron, and Walker P; CoCo to Philip C; Josh Turner CD to Patrick

I, Demeris Burrit, do hereby bequeath all my baked goods to Alex Seek-ley; Bosley hair treatment to Maggie Sherwood; my 12 knee braces to Ryan Massey; mothering Alex to Kat Bornman; and all my leftovers to Cheyanne Hughes.

I, Laura Lee Cale, do hereby bequeath an empty closet to Jenny; unlimited minutes to David Holland; an actual story to Courney O’Donnell; kisses to Flocka; inspiration to create her own voice to Lindsay Burr; and a place to stay to all of Jenny’s friends.

Emmalee Bergez

One Can Always Dream

If I could, I would…

1. Never log on to http://quest.cns.utexas.edu/ again 2. Stay in bed every time it rains 3. Wear yoga pants to school every day4. Never go to the senior lot at 3:00 p.m. again5. Become a good bowler 6. Build my own personal school bathroom7. Leave campus for lunch every day 8. Never carry another textbook9. Give out my phone number and say “Call me, maybe..”10. Force Starbucks to deliver 11. Have my parents bid $10,000 to get a front row parking spot12. Never take another AP class13. Laugh at everyone who has to take the STARR test14. Never wear a floor length dress to a dance again15. Take seven periods of office aide16. Re-live the time Kimberly Landa fell down the stairs17. Post self-pics of Todd Mccardle (“Dad”) all over the school18. Spend every night at Dave & Busters19. Rollerblade from class to class20. Ban all reading assignments21. Turn the stairs at school into slides22. Throw a swim party during second period every day 23. Not have to give my senior speech in front of the class24. Never again run the pacer test 25. Turn everything we learn into a song 26. Never wake up frightened to the sound of my alarm again27. Let my dog eat my homework every night 28. Spend countless nights with The Dream Team 29. Create the perfect, non-breakable pencil where the led doesn’t retract every time I write a letter30. Do it all again

Lets be honest, memorizing the periodic table in lyrics would have been nice, and not having to walk countless flights of stairs a day would have saved much needed energy. We all know it’s true. There are many things that would have been memorable experiences if we could have done them. But as Snoop Dog and Wiz Khalifa once told us, we’re still “Young, Wild & Free,” we have the whole world wait-ing ahead for us. So why not go eat Which Wich ev-ery day? Why not take bowling lessons? and why not do everything we have ever dreamed of? Because I can, I will. Will you?

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I, Madeline Campbell, do hereby bequeath Model UN to Hamun 2012 Group; and being late, Downton Abbey, the clothes I leave behind, and the Pilot to Emma Campbell.

I, Gaby Canto, do hereby bequeath The T-Shacks, Cecil Octavio, and the debate couch to Kevin and the novii; my front row seat in all classes to the blind; and my scorching case of senioritis to all future seniors. Good Luck!

I, Laurel Carrell, do hereby bequeath my Spanish prayer and lots of love to Olivia Podaras; The legacy of L&M to Madison Zabel and Leslie Lugrin; the biggest hugs to Lizzie and Lanie; The Greek Festival and the Rodeo to Chandler and Reggie.

I, Meg Carrigan, do hereby bequeath PGC to the Csorbas and Hannah; a place to stay to Jenny and her friends; McQueeny to Brad; Berripop to Walk-er Pennington; a passed test to Robert; H.B.I.C. to Katherine Cokinos; and a an awesome senior year to Nick and Dave.

I, Callie Carson, do hereby bequeath the sweatshop and its many duties to Laurent; Caitlin and my collective knowledge to Anina Benner (particularly my grammar skills); and the ability to tell the truth to Austin Espy.

I, Sam Caspary, do hereby bequeath a place to stay to Nick Perlick and Warren McMahan; the choir and student leadership rooms to Aaron Sun-strum; Halloween to Avery Birdwell; and Cabo to the Class of 2013.

I, Cole Chandler, do hereby bequeath Mustang Sally to Douthit; and the lights to Olivia & Corinne.

I, Julia Chong, do hereby bequeath awkward dance moves to Lisa Jun; unlimited amount of candy canes to JooYoung Baek; beautifully styled hair to Pardis Morave; and a senior year filled with hilarious, loving memories to all my friends from Memorial Drive Elementary.

I, Caroline Ciaccio, do hereby bequeath only the best sundaes to Will John-son; Churros with cinnamon sugar to Shelby Hoyt and Lauren Reichmann; a Steelers jersey to Izie and Khari; my closet, a place to stay, and all my love to Carlz Freels.

I, Michael Cisarik, do hereby bequeath an early curfew to Sally Cisarik; my car and a place to stay to Thomas Csorba; YL Club to James and Thomas Whitehead and Harrison Sladic; Tiny Boxwoods to Kelsey McArdle; and my golf clubs to Stephen Snow and Ryan Fairbairn.

I, Kyle Cokinos, do hereby bequeath The Legacy to Carter; my golf game to Brad Hortenstein; My Captain Suit and internal fratness to Walker Penning-ton; a toilet to Troup Roland; Bug Wings and a can to Knox Dobbins; and the best grade level principal to Kallie Cokinos.

I, Amanda Collins, do hereby bequeath an empty house to Matt Collins; Mi-ley Cyrus concerts to Katherine Cokinos; and a place to stay to all my cheer girls.

I, David Comer, do hereby bequeath waffles to Anastasia, Jayne, and Au-drey; Fried Chicken to Vernon; Intelligence to Freeman Dyer; my car to Robby Comer; “collapse” during Anatomy of Gray to Leah Thomas; Rotting Papayas to Hannah Haest; and my soul to Mason Montgomery.

Callie Carson

Rocking the Ages

As a native Texan, I have been raised on Country music. George Strait, Keith Urban, the ever under appreciated Gary Allen – these Stetson-wearing guitar strummers filled my childhood with tales of drunken forgetting, heartache and beloved dogs. Freshman year, however, I decided to break away. I found my source of rebellion in the lyrics of Nirvana and other 90’s underground grunge bands. My parents, needless to say, were disgusted by the guitar riffs that roared through the house at top volume; I brushed aside their complaints, saying that they were too close-minded to understand. I felt like a little rebel, like some-one special in the endless sea of conformity that is high school.

The summer of 2009 brought Kool-Aid blue pools and the return of The Black Eyed Peas’s waning popularity. That summer, I gave up any hopes that I had of being grungy and gave into the laziness that is listening to a Top 40 radio station. It was easier to be a fan of pop music because it was always there, playing in my car, the dress-ing rooms, and on my friends’ iPods. Again, my parents complained (“its too loud” being a popular complaint), but I carried on. Thus sophomore year slipped by, as indis-tinguishable as the auto-tuned voices of Britney Spears.

Junior year was a time of feverish energy for me, and this energy culminated in my devout following of rap mu-sic. Despite my 5’4” stature, green eyes, and milky white skin, I seemed to think that Lil Wayne was speaking to me. I tried to pitch hip hop music to my family, but it didn’t take. My Republican parents didn’t enjoy listening to the rants of tatted black boys from the ghetto. I immaturely pressed on, determined to have the “best” taste in music.

My Renaissance came in the form of my Uncle Clay. It was to me that he gifted his musical legacy – a portable hard drive of his iTunes, containing over 90 days worth of music. The hard drive, when I received it, was in a state of total disarray. Albums were disjointed, with Tracks 1-3 in one place and Tracks 4-7 in another. It took days for me to piece everything together; but, oh! what fantastic days they were. I had never seen music like what my Uncle Clay possessed – although, granted, I’d never heard a full-length Beatles song before. Imagine my joy at hear-ing “Back in the U.S.S.R.”, with John playfully teasing the paranoia of Cold War Western Europe. Or my similar joy as Arlo Guthrie, in an eighteen-minute long guitar-accom-panied soliloquy, aptly teases the American draft system. These were performers who had outlasted the rest, and decades past their prime were still respectable and per-tinent. Their music went beyond the superficiality of Nicki Minaj’s flirtatious lyrics and Usher’s sex-driven raps.

Thus I spent the first semester of my senior year wrapped in the music of my parents’ youth. It brought us together, too. My mom and I, for the first time in years, had sing-alongs together in the kitchen, first to Don McClean’s “American Pie”, then to the Beatles’s “Love Me Do”. My dad and I, for the first time ever, talked about his child-hood. It was as if I finally understood them and the times in which they had been raised.

There is only problem with listening to Classic Rock, and that is that it is over. Done. There are few concerts, and no new records. After a while, it gets… well, old. Which brings us to the present: second semester of my senior year, the spring of 2012. As I type this, I am rapping to The Sug-arhill Gang’s five-minute long “Rapper’s Delight” (and yes, I do know all of the words). In a moment, Johnny Cash is going to come on. In my four-year journey from grunge to pop to rap to Classic Rock, I’ve never been satisfied. I’ve always moved on to something new, something more exciting. Until now. Now, I don’t mind listening to a little bit of everything. I’ve come to realize that a playlist doesn’t need to be all jazz, or all New World -- it is OK to pair Sir Mix-a-Lot with The Kinks. I’m happy being who I am, even if I don’t fit into any one mold.

I, Kendall Crouch, do hereby bequeath pie and all other fat girl problems to Paige; stressful electives to Alana; Jin intellectual arguments to Dahi; and the usual to Bradleigh; a lonely lunch table to Griffin and Turner.

I, Tricia Curry, do hereby bequeath Presidency of the Bow Club to Ellie Hopper; Yearbook body shots to Erin Kreindler; Booty shaking to Sarah Stobbs; and a place to stay next year to May Katherine O’Donnell, Marga-ret O’Donnell and all my Lax girls.

I, Brock Davidson, do hereby bequeath my last name to Blake Davidson; not fight club to Tyler McCloskey; First Baseman Water to kacy Clemens; 4 square kings to Walker Pennington and Walker Anderson.

I, Christina Depena, do hereby bequeath sassy domination to the color guard; the guard room and concerts (including members) to Halie and Abbie; the sanity of the saxophones to Eric, Jimmy, and Jack; female saxophone glory to Emily, Anneka, and Jordan; and priceless memories to band.

I, Kelley Dickey, do hereby bequeath sideline dances, naps and my uni-corn, Demitri, to Mekenna O’Donnell; sewing wisdom to Rachael Price; cheer skills and hugs to Sarah Stubbs; and an invitation to stay with me whenever to all my lax girls.

I, Bonnie Diehl, do hereby bequeath fun time in Physics to Kacy G, Eric B, Haley B and Aaron S; and my loud moth to Elisabeth Lyles; my sass to Rio Wade.

I, i,Kyle Dobbins, do hereby bequeath ebonics to Aaron Sunstrum; greasy icicles to Trip Brown; and a penguin to Grum.

I, Emily Donnan, do hereby bequeath the Mutanges and wrestling rooms ot the soccer girls; my choir effort to Jenni Jenkins; my grades to Michael Bain; and paper towels to my best friends Trip Brown and Aaron Sunstrum.

I, Brenden Duffey, do hereby bequeath comedaddy to Robby; unused mound to Walker; left field bucket game to Matt; ceiling to Alex; shoot … shucks to Will; tarp slip and slide to baseball team; A room and Monster block to MackinMC; and cheap shots to the sophomore class.

I, Samantha Duffey, do hereby bequeath a heart full of jelly, skits and gas money to Elizabeth; Benji and kickball to Madison; watercolors shirt to Chandler; all my love to FYL girls; kingdom penny to laxers; bobbi pins to Holland; and my hammock in my dorm to anyone.

I, Maddie Duncan, do hereby bequeath all my secrets to Sydney Shin; a chill pill to Lucy Brown; full rights to “shoes the musical” to Lisa Ellis; my green hat to Taylor Phillips and Sam Brittain; and my parking spot, closet, and Sheebla to Katie Duncan.

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Kimberly Landa

Fall From Grace

Every decision you make in high school mat-ters. Snap decisions and stupid mistakes will stay with you longer than you expect them to. One choice you make can shape you into a mold that all of your classmates will see you as for the next four years of your life. Unfortunately for me, I learned this lesson the hard way. One day changed how people looked at me forever. Back then, I thought I was invincible. I still remember careless-ly thinking the typical wreckless teenage phrase: “That would never happen to me.” The fatal decision I made was stepping on The White Mustang in the courtyard.You may wonder why I capitalized “The

White Mustang.” Well, I did it out of respect and fear. I’d heard the myths. The upper-classman warned me about the curse that The White Mustang held. The whole first week of school, I avoided it like it was hot lava. It wasn’t until the second week when my mischievous friend, Katherine Hud-dleston, dared me to step on it. Trying not to let my superstitions get in the way of my new freshman “coolness,” I gave into peer pres-sure and walked right across the chipped white paint. The second I did it I knew it was wrong. I got to school the next morning, which had

gotten off to a rough start. I slept through my alarm. Naturally, since I was in a rush to get to school on time, I left my Spanish project at home. Then, naturally, I jammed my finger in my locker. That was when I realized, maybe these occurances were a little too coinciden-tal. I brushed it off, and like I did every day, I

walked to lunch with my friend Samantha Duffey. We were going down the stairs that lead to the outside courtyard: The White Mustang’s territory. I was halfway down the stairs, and it happened. I fell. Bad. All I re-member is Samantha yelling “Get up! Quick! No one saw!” I knew that was a lie. Everyone saw. Not only was I humiliated, but I knew I would forever be known as that freshman who feel all the way down the stairs. From then on, I labeled. I was plagued with the reputation of a klutz for the rest of my high school career.

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I, Rebecca Dunn, do hereby bequeath endless dinners at Pappy’s to Alex Seekley; you know what to Maggie Sherwood; my braiding skills to Kaeli Rives; an umbrella to Monica Faith; a dictionary to Leslie Bonner; patience to Lauren Mathews; and good luck to fellow soccer girls.

I, Andrew Edmonds, do hereby bequeath nothing to no one; I came here with friends and I’m leaving with them.

I, Jennifer Fan, do hereby bequeath a stress-free senior year to Kimberly Heaton; an unlimited supply of Girl Scout cookies and all of my artistic flair to Kristen Heaton; and finally a never-ending love for Harry Potter to Maryam Amjadi.

I, Kendall Fitzpatrick, do hereby bequeath Green River Dance to Maddy Jordan; spectacular singing in the car and Graham Colton tickets to Maggie Sherwood; sushi and movies to Mat Bornman; and hard work and fun times to the soccer team.

I, Shannon Fulton, do hereby bequeath multitasking to my Markette/The-atre crossovers, days of random excessive energy and baking to the Mar-kettes; finally being a senior to Karina Soto; the dressing room fairies to Tristen Patton; being Momma Bear to Kate Fester; and everything else to Bloomie.

I, Amy Fricks, do hereby bequeath the Fricks’s reputation and taking care of Jukebox to Dan and Matt; driving my bros around to Warren McMahan; good times in YB to Erin Kreindler; and a spot on my floor to Carly Freels and Av-ery Birdwell.

I, Melanie Gaw, do hereby bequeath my dancing skills to Leslie Lugrin, Lind-sey Taylor, Claire Rottino, and Holly Hepper; Dennis to Missy Bottoms; stalk-ing to her family to Marlee Tarwater; gages to Chandler Dunham; my Gap to Cassidy Schap; and my amazing driving skills to Sierra.

I, Kathryn (Kat) Githens, do hereby bequeath Athletic Training to Jennifer Jones and Xavier Cherry; ice water to football players at practice to Kather-ine; and bothering “Lawrence” and Choir to Griffin Gilbert.

I, Chloé Gold, do hereby bequeath fun times in physics to Aaron S., Eric B., Haley B., and Kacy C.; my brother, Colin, to Elisabeth Lyles; my manners to Rio; and my senioritis to Rachel G., Kathleen, Farrin and Madeleine Webb.

I, Ryan Paul Gregory, do hereby bequeath the house and my room to Sarah; low hoop to Bretty, Ryan, Nick, and Patrick; and Mrs. Riley’s class to Matthew Schwartz.

I, Courtney Guest, do hereby bequeath Ya Trick Ya, duck faces, peace signs, and my candy drawer to Tori Torres; shocking straws, trampoline in-cidents, midnight bowling, and carnival cruise security to Tori Edwards; ACL and summer nights with Becky to Ben and Harrison.

I, Paige Hammelman, do hereby bequeath my crazy girlfriend problems and Michael Anzilotti to Courtney O’Donnel; my sass and a silly senior year to Erin Kreindler; X’s and O’s and a less dramatic year than mine to Michael Anzlotti; and my bossy attitude to Michael to Marissa Anzilotti.

Lindsey Limbaugh

Around the World in 4 Years

Four years. Almost finished. It is funny how, despite the grades earned, friends made, and laughs shared, the moments that have defined my high school experience occured during the months of June and July. During those summer months, I traveled not with my parents but with my peers through People to People and National Geographic.1. Australia Highights: Abseiling off a cliff, feeding dolphins, swimming in the Great Barrier Reef. 2. Tanzania Highlights: Learning Swahili, feasting on wildebeest, befriending locals, watching a lion eat a zebra, meeting an exiled Black Panther.3. New Zealand Highlights: Traveing through Milford Sound, discovering my love for ducks, visiting a sheep farm, walking on a glacier.

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I, Kathryn Hancock, do hereby bequeath a place to stay to all my wannabe Longhorns; all of the clothes in my closet and a driver to complain with to Marlee; and our weird neighbors to Phillip and Marlee.

I, Lauren Harris, do hereby bequeath Disney movie marathons and coloring books to Jordan Bendy; Twinkie, the epic clarinet ensemble to Sejin Kim and Dahye Ok; musical quotes to Annie Belleville; and races to the yogurt store to Sunidhi Singh.

I, Bonnie Helm, do hereby bequeath my extra IQ points to Sophie; a British accent to Anna; a year of sleep to Casie; Ave Maria to Sarah; the yummiest Eclairs to Yoseph; my Spanish skills to Cremins; Melissa to Der; and all my love to Melissa.

I, Madison Herington, do hereby bequeath Savannah to Katie; family din-ners to Kelli; art to Candas; cowboy boots to Annie; a place to stay to Al-lyson, Carter, and Annie; disasters to Cody and Clay; and a kiss to Andrew Giammalva.

I, Alyssa Hicks, do hereby bequeath cheeseburger to Courtney O’Donnell; and Clifford to Katherine Cokinos.

I, Jean-Louis Horvilleur, do hereby bequeath five dollars to Brian Womac; a can for Jake Derrik; my reputation to my little Brother Rene Horvilleur; and my PS3 to Cameron Vazquez.

I, Alex Hotze, do hereby bequeath off-roading adventures to Mary Louise Hotze and Madi Laughlin, pep rally music to Brochads, all the fish to Tucker Sauer, singing ability to Russel Frank; The Goat to Mary Louise Hotze; and FL Tron to Sammy and Stephen.

I, Brittany Iler, do hereby bequeath pterodactyl, modeling, and team boning to the tennis team; Chem II goggles to Nousha; Circle of Life to Nava; 100% natural fruit to Cheyenne; Bob to Erica; the Iler legacy to James; Dr. Pepper to Christian; pranks to Courtney; and speed to my fishies.

I, Megan Johnson, do hereby bequeath the entire upstairs and the guest bedroom window to Will Johnson.

I, Alexia Karpen, do hereby bequeath my sister to Walker; my dougie to Kacy; cookies and medals to Katie; my room to Andrea; my guitar to Ryan; my love to Brett; my closet to Maggie and Katherine; and dance parties to Katie, Taylor, Cameron, and Kody.

I, Tori Karren, do hereby bequeath a place to stay next year to Evan Rauch, Lauren Grenader, and Lauren Charnov.

I, Meghan Kelley, do hereby bequeath Forest, NFL Sundays, and Wal-greens runs to Katie Kelley; Katie Kelley and Pauly’s pizza to Sierra Gaw; a driver’s license and watching TLC shows to Emmalie Ferazzi; making col-lege decisions to Brittany Ramesh; and choir fun to Evan Rauch.

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Emma Mattson

Holding Down the Fort

I grew up in a family bleeding blue and white. Figura-tively, of course, but none the less, these were the colors of my father’s alma mater and were of great importance to my entire household. In case you have yet to catch on, my father attended Penn State University. The home of the Nittany Lions, located in the heart of Happy Valley, Pennsylvania. This is a very familiar school up north but, growing up in the heart of the south, this university is usually disregarded as most Houstonians choose not to follow the Big 10.

So my father attended some school up north? Big deal right? Well, not only did my dad go there but after fol-lowed brother number one, Bryce. Then 2 years later, my brother number 2, Evan, decided to join him. And finally my third brother, Trey, enrolled and graduated just over a year ago. So as you can probably tell, my whole family assumed I would be the fourth child to get a degree from this institution as well.

I had gladly accepted my destiny and donned the school colors proudly, as all of my brother’s holiday and birthday presents consisted of assortments of Penn State t-shirts and hats. But as the deadline of college decisions slowly crept up upon me, I began to question my fate as a future Nittany Lion. Sure, I followed the football stats and player information rigorously but I began to struggle with the no-tion of spending the next four years so far from my friends and family, especially with such frigid winter climates (I have never been a fan of the cold, and frankly, don’t think I ever will be). I began to pursue other options and consider other colleges.

As college visiting time rolled around I decided, why not take a trip to Austin, Texas and see for myself what the big “hook ‘em horns” hoopla was all about. I hate to sound cliché, but I must admit, it was love at first sight. I instantly clicked with the atmosphere, the busy student life, the mild climate, and the short and sweet two and a half hour drive home. To my family’s utter shock, I decided this school was my number one choice and allowed Penn State to take a back seat in my college evaluation pro-cess. And after all my college applications were sent in, I anxiously awaited responses from each of the universi-ties. I was accepted to Penn State in early December but was still awaiting the verdict from UT. My decision was made official mid-February as I was informed of my ac-ceptance to the University of Texas in the fall of 2012.

After my parents got over their astonishment, they applauded my decision, happy that I had accomplished my goal and were content with my choice. Though my dad has yet to sport the burnt orange, I soon hope I can get him to extend his pinky and pointer finger, as I have grown so fond of doing. Although they won’t have another Nittany lion, we have adopted a new mascot, a longhorn named Beevo. I only have one question left, if I bleed blue and now I bleed orange as well, what does that make…? Maroon? Well, let’s hope not.

13SENIORI, David Kim, do hereby bequeath my title of “Asian Angel” to my cousin Sean Yi; my love for money to Tahji; and my foreign voice to Sunny Kim.

I, Taylor King, do hereby bequeath wells and freedom (with stolen syrup) to my FYL girls; mon cheris to Avery Birdwell and Carter Fitts; and country ac-cents and DJ to Emily Moen.

I, Sam Kusin, do hereby bequeath managerial tennis duties to Russel Frank; Texas fanatic fever to Ethan Pratt; and general coolness to Will Thompson.

I, Alexis LaBarba, do hereby bequeath Golden Oreos to Anastasia Zavit-sanos and Tristen Patton; big girl mentality to McCall Montz and Chandler Dunham; my Russian accent to Hannah Haest; a happy attitude to Lauren Nowlan; and my love to Allyson Poujol and Kai Jones.

I, Lauren Laderman, do hereby bequeath Swirl, car rides, bachelor, self pics, group texts, and Cake Boss to Lauren; a place to stay in Indiana and Chicago to Evan, Casey, Erin, and Sarah.

I, Kimberly Landa, do hereby bequeath my wardrobe to Sally; unsafely removing USB’s to my photogs; Timerglen to Ben, Renee, and and Suzy to kakki; only even numbers to Casey; selfies to Erin; and a kiss to Walker Anderson.

I,Dillon Larberg, do herby bequeath Mustang Max to John Baird; my giant band locker to Eric Simmons; and Physics C fun to Thomas Pecos.

I, Alexis Le, do hereby bequeath my starting spot on Varsity and the hiding corner to my sister, Isabel Le.

I, Kirstie Lee, do hereby bequeath dancing to Kylee Waters; gardening to Lauren Danemiler; awesome choir skins to Georgia Bates; and a great year to Elisabeth Lyles.

I, Alyson Lemmer, do hereby bequeath our run times in physics to Brad Hortenstine, Tyler Moehlman, Lack Langley, and Marc Lucrezi; our Hous-tonian classes to Sarah Skolnik; Sunidhi Singh my senioritis; and the “infa-mous rumor” to Amy Doutnit.

I, Lauren Levy, do hereby bequeath David Yurman jewelry to Claire Rotino;l Loyd to Audrey Davis; a fish to Kathleen Lundquist; and the right top corner to Candas Crockett.

I, Lindsey Limbaugh, do hereby bequeath my girly red Jetta to Michael; my brother to Erin Pisters, and nothing to Austin Espey.

I, Macy Livingston, to hereby bequeath Graham Grummy Bear Taylor to Holly; #macygrlprblms to @HandyWandy; that boy I had a crush on at FYL to my Havenites; “this one time” to Courtney; a kiss to Holt Madden; and a place to stay to all my YB gurls.

Adam Mrlik

Not Another Teen Column

Nothing is like it used to be. Or at least nothing is what you would expect it to be. The Prom Queen, if any, doesn’t break her gorgeous plastic crown into multiple pieces to throw into the crowd and share the wealth. The space below the bleachers is rather dark, scary, and rat-infested, not the ideal place for the jock to hook up with the cheerleader. House parties are not thrown at perfectly groomed houses with white picket fences and a strict guest list. If I were to base my expectation of high school off of the marvelous world created for me in the movies, then I must say things would have been a little more interesting. Maybe I am biased, and maybe it is just Memorial, or maybe there is just something in the water. There is no tight-knit “Popular Crowd.” No three girls walk down the halls in nearly matching outfits. No music comes on when they give you a glare, and the trash cans in the hall are certainly too small to fall into. The “Punks” are not witches, and the “Nerds” are actually really fascinating to talk to. I feel like everyone expects high school to be a melting pot of hormones, attitudes, and catfights. Our fights don’t consist of the “Queen Bee” being angered because someone sat on a higher step than her at the Met during lunch. Our teenage drama is not broadcasted on a gossip website (Excusing the 15 minutes that was “Olive Gossip”.) The truth is, high school is just four years out of your life. You may think that getting a blemish the night before picture day is more important than the upcoming presidential election. You may sit on your high horse and think that you are bigger than God. But in reality, it is what you do in your life, not in high school, that matters. Movies make high school seem like eternity, but in reality if you make high school and its many tedious dramas your eternity, nothing success-ful and wonderful will come out of it. Work hard, make real strong friendships, and do what you truly love. Don’t let movies, stereotypes, rumors, fears, drama, or judgmental tendencies block you from what you were born to do. When you graduate high school, people are go-ing to want to know what you have done. It is up to you, to have an answer that is truly fascinating.

14 SENIOR

Julia Chong @JuliaChong

#irememberwhen one day during class, we convinced @SraTames how to teach us zumba. With some spicy music, we were up on our feet dancing away.

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Tricia Curry @TriciaCurry

#irememberwhen @EmilyPittman hit the fire alarm with her backpack and the whole school had to evacuate!

8m

Nick Pohl @NickPohl

#irememberwhen @KyleDobbins punched @NickLappin in the face while trying to give him a high five in front of @MrHarter. Stitches were needed.

43m

Christina Depena @ChristinaDepena

#irememberwhen the stadium lights went out at the Stratford football game our junior year. We all started to wave our cell phones in the air. Best game ever! #blackouts

15m

Rebecca Dunn @RebeccaDunn

#irememberwhen the girls’ soccer team beat the school record in play-offs... 2 years in a row! #playforher

1h

Boomer White @BoomerWhite

#irememberwhen @MaxYanke and I both needed a quiz grade dropped in @CoachJohnson‘s class, so he told us if we brought him some gumbo from Rajun Cajun then it would all be taken care of.

1h

Emily Morris @EmilyMorris

#irememberwhen my lunch table had a dance party at lunch at the end of junior year. #startofska #senioritis

1h

Ayesha Mirza @AyeshaMirza

#irememberwhen I spilled 12 molar hydrocholoric acid on my lab partner, @BrittanyIler, in Chem II and she had to change and wear shorts in 20 degree weather.

2n

Taylor King @TaylorKing

#irememberwhen @MichaelCisarik and @LaurenBender dressed up as T-Pain to demonstrate a scene in Great Expectations. #getmoney

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Seniors share memories, advice in 160 characters or less

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Ryan Moritz @RyanMoritz

#keepinmind put in the work and effort during each 6 weeks so that you can slack on finals. Don’t use blue hall bathrooms and don’t be late to @Harmon. #EVER

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David Oh @DavidOh

#keepinmind do something with your passions; don’t let them stay hobbies.

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Kendall Crouch @KendallCrouch

#keepinmind no one looks back on their life and remembers the nights they had plenty of sleep #wordstoliveby

1h

Adam McCauley @AdamMcCauley

#keepinmind don’t take your adderral. #hyperdays

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Kate McMordie @KateMcMordie

#keepinmind you must pass English IV to graduate... befriend @MrMcCardle.

2h

Alexia Karpen @AlexiaKarpen

#keepinmind treat every moment, every football game and every pep rally like it’s your last and enjoy every second you have with your friends.

1h

Macy Livingston @MacyLivingston

#keepinmind @MrHarter and@MrVieth spend their Saturday nights making up math jokes. Don’t give them the satisfaction of your laughter. #LNDegeneres #FiberWeek

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David Kim @SamanthaPappas

#keepinmind I can do all things through him who strengthens me. #WORD

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Aaron Ruzinsky @AaronRuzinsky

#keepinmind high school is where to learn to live not live to learn. Live it to where you wouldn’t change a thing a second time around.

2h

I, Adam McCauley, do hereby bequeath the needle to Thomas; propelling to Brett; playhouse to Max; mood ring to Pat; Ooh La La to Ryan; zipties to Kirgan; canal to Lindsey; roadtrips to Perlick; my athletic abilites to Matt; my car playlist to M-Sneezy; college boyfriend to Casey.

I, Katie McArthur, do hereby bequeath the presidency to Jennifer Taylor; and a place to stay at A&M to Lauren Grimes and Sally Cisarik.

I, Emma Mattson, do hereby bequeath a place to stay to all my sweet golf girls; and “Dad” to all of the newspaper younguns.

I, Melanie Martin, do hereby bequeath the Reata Index, A.K.A. “The Death of Me” to the yearbook girls; strength and honor to Sherwood Hillyer; and delicous food (Chick-Fil-A, Starbucks, crawfish, cinnamon chocolate milk-shakes) to Cheyanne Hughes.

I, Taylor Maloney, do hereby bequeath my bed to McCall Montz; rides to school to Leslie Lugrin; sass to Andrea Karpen; late night Whata runs to Ol-ivia Podaras; and all my love to my FYL girls!

I, Aleena Medni, do hereby bequeath bo parties to Maddie Jordan; my Or-ange Leaf membership card to Emma Campbell; and my love to Shanzeh Ahmed.

I, Kate McMordie, do hereby bequeath cow jokes to Kathryn; Friday night games to Lauren and Paige; old contacts and hand-sanitizer to Alex; being a nugget to Colton; D.L. to Courtney; spectacular grammar and the Holocaust to Walker; and basically everything else to Kat.

I, Mason Meador, do hereby bequeath 20 scarves, crutch, hurdles and Bieber to Avery Birdwell; Perry Cotton to Lizzie Russo; dancing in choir to Katherine Cokinos; track to Bailey; Red Mango, hugs, orange tops, jet ski-ing, family guy, and everything I love to Carly; Starbursts to Patrick.

I, Jace Michael Metzler, do hereby bequeath my chain and quarter to Nick Pearlick; my baby sitting license to Cole Dorset and Aaron Sunstrum.

I, Jennifer Millard, do hereby bequeath ski masters ridiculousness to Kirgan Hopkins, Jake Derrick, and Max McCauley; good jokes, high-fires and “dude” to Nick Perlick; and the rest of our crazy family to Blake Moore.

I, Meredith Miller, do hereby bequeath my pom poms and the other match-ing pair of tiger ears to Kate Hickey; Dub Step….the band to Elizabeth Wil-liamson; my Gryffindor beanie and a place to stay for my twin, Hannah John-son.

I, Ayesha Mirza, do hereby bequeath rap craze, SHADY GIRL TALK, and pointless repertiore stories to Mariam Khan; mispronunciation of our name to Ayesha Khan; junior year stress to Shanzen Ahmed; late night Chem. II labs and stress to David Cremins and Aditya S.

16 SENIOR

Nicholas Pohl

The Little Moments

The first time I saw my future stepmom I said, and I quote, “What is the maid’s name?” This basically de-scribes how I live life. I make judgements, say them and suffer the awkwardness. In other words, I judge, and I judge hard. Although now I keep them in my head.

Often when people judge me with one word, they say sassy. I prefer sarcastic: the art of making fun of people and condescending them in front of their face without them knowing.

When you live with a father who just doesn’t care about what other people think, especially of him, you grow up with a different view of life than others. Stop signs- speed impediments. Whip cream please, I’m on a diet.

I remember vividly clear some of the more humorous moments of my life. I asked for a Wii for my birthday one year when that was the “must have” thing. Instead, when I’m at my dad’s house, he introduces me to my new birth-day gift. A goat. Yes, a goat. When life gives you a goat, you make goat cheese, right? Also, I have yet to name it. I see it every now and then at the ranch, and I think to myself, “there is my birthday gift. In the pen next to my half Russian boar-half pot belly pig that my brother forced me to buy to... to... Well, you know whatever a pig makes you more of.”

Yet it seems my dad never lost his taste for farm animals both living on the ranch and on your dinner plate. Unfortu-nately, the oddball gifts did not stop either. For Christmas one year, I arrive at the ranch, and in a cage right by the car, is a baby pig - as in one week old pure-pot belly pig - right there snorting in front of me. Happy Christmas!

I’m not going to lie. I loved that little pig, giving it milk from a baby bottle. Picture me sitting on the concrete floor of the driveway giving a pig the size of your hands milk like a true parent. Dead. Three days later. Killed by the ranch dogs with a trail of blood going to its still warm corpse.

All of this I hear from a phone call with my dad. Well, that Christmas gift lasted long. Thanks Dad.

My dad raises race horses to sell and race, and I usu-ally go horse back riding when I go to the ranch like a haus. First, horse back riding is extremely over rated and just painful for guys at least. They sweat, smell, and are so dumb they eat wood from trees and fence boards. Second, I got bucked off. I saw my life flash before my eyes, and I realized I had nothing to saw. A true Marlow. There I am, unable to move, and the horse is still ‘buck-ing’ with the horse shoes pounding right by my face. After the horse trots off, my dad on the sidelines comes over, sees the grapefruit-sized thing that some people called an ankle, and he called for the workers to drive me home. There we have it. The personal-injury lawyer saying,” You don’t need to go to the emergency room. You will just wait for hours on end.”

My father was not the only family member that had an influence on my life. My brother is ten years older than me so imagine that. I’m eight years old and he is eighteen years old. Skinny little me and my brother with an obses-sion for UFC. I had a ton of bruises at all times, tons. Oh, and I got thrown off the roof. Eh, YOLO.

17SENIOR

I, Catherine Montagure, do hereby bequeath a place to stay and “baking cakes” to Carter Fitts; a water bottle and DJ to Stephanie Hillin.

I, Ryan Moritz, do hereby bequeath, eating and sand volleyball to Shebly, Lauren, Mackenzie, Enka, and Carly; being classy and caudeled to Kai Jones; dressing nice to Harry Sladic; Second Baptist upper level to Jennifer Taylor; doing homework to Taylor Phillips.

I, Emily Morris, do hereby bequeath stolen syrup to Dalmatians; lockerroom chats to Lizardruxx,Carofine, Linzburrll, and Kriendonme; Fresh/soph memo-ries to Sunny; sunscreen to Bonner; a place to stay to the Podaras’s and Russo’s; mayonnaise to Marlee; and a reality check to the sophomores.

I, Adam Mrilk, do hereby bequeath Cartier and bulldogs to Lilah Mecom and Madeline Hahnfeld; small hotel rooms to Callie, Sophie, Lindsey, and Alex; boston Terriers to Sophie; glass water botels to Callie; and of course The Hamptons and cheese to Lissa Holthouse;

I, Reika Nakayana, do hereby bequeath sarcastic remarks to Katie Bloom-field; hardware from a Chinese online store to Eric Simmons; my polite greetings to Victoria Costa; Asian pride to Sydney Shin; and my radiant and inspiring school spirit to Halinki Nakayama.

I, May Nommensen, do hereby bequeath my pantry to Grace; YB ads to Caroline, Holly, and the girls (Plus Tim); my love to Jenny; and an amazing senior year and a place to stay in Austin to all of the junior girls.

I, Erik Nordt, do hereby bequeath Pork and Shpoon to Emily and Cordelia; Texas Relays to Sarah, Maura, and Jessie; Southwells to Andrew; Irwin day to Carlie, Sarah Kate, Jessica and Lizzy; Colt League to Sam; Emma Stone to Corinne; and suiting up to Coach Van Hook.

I, Chandler O’ Brien, do hereby bequeath my empty closet to Catherine; the game room and mom to Robert; one more bed at TCU to Nicole and Ashley; and to the four of y’all for now being the youngest.

I, Hannah Ochs, do hereby bequeath Sunday night family dinners and sun-bathing with Pooter to Bethany Ochs; Memorial girls’ lacrosse and all its glory to Paige Summers and Ryan Massey; and Young Life and Campaign-ers to all of my beautiful freshman girls.

I, Kendall Oelfke, do hereby bequeath a place to stay to Casey Klein; pom-poms to Maggie Pipkin, being late to Megan Snodgrass; dresses to Ashley Kight, boys to Anin Dawson; Senior Girls to Patricia Rotan; mornings and pillow talk to Lauren Greenwood.

I, David Oh, do hereby bequeath my snare drum, carrier, and case to David Nosrat; my infinite wisdom to Justin Yoon; and my game to David Yoon.

I, Eric Olsson, do hereby bequeath a personality to my little brother, Alex Olsson.

Sahar Sadoughi

An Education

I am a bibliophile. For those who don’t know, a bib-liophile is a person who collects or is fond of books. “Bbilio” means books obviously and “phile” means love or someone who has a love of. Which I most defi-nitely am. I don’t know if it’s more pathetic to admit that I have way too many books to shelve or that I was re-ally tempted to write “bookworm” on my letterman jacket.My relationship with books started when I was four. I was moderately proficient in speaking Farsi, so my mom de-cided to teach me to read. Up to the age of four and a half, Sam-the-lion and I had a thing going. But I got bored. So we broke up. Then it was picture books and by the age of six I read all of the Nancy Drew series and the Magic School Bus books among other chapter books. So third grade comes around and the librarian, Mrs.

Cherry, recommended Harry Potter. I tried to read it but I couldn’t get past “and on number 4 Privet Drive in Sur-rey, a boy named Harry Potter.” When I reached the fourth grade, I picked Harry up again and that began something that lasted until eighth grade, to when the last movie came out, and is still going strong. By fifth grade I had read every book in the fiction section and some. Although I tried reading sports fiction and it didn’t really work out so minus those. Apologies to any sports affiliates, but the will never be a day when sports fiction is interesting.

I wouldn’t be a good bibliophile if I didn’t read the occa-sional stuffy book. Yes, it happened...twice. The first time was in the eighth grade when I found a book in the public library, you know the one near the sort of sketchy fire de-partment building. It was a hulking book on the Egyptian book of the dead written by some stuffy old British (they’re always British) Egyptologist. FYI, the Book of the Dead is several papyrus scrolls entombed with the mummies and their creepy toys that dictates what a body ahem soul should do when it reaches the gateway to Death, how to appease the jackal-headed god of Death, Anubis (with 56 yes 56 golden coins), and to make sure that you’re not eaten by Amnohotep the hippo-butted- lion-maned-snake skinned thing that eats the souls of sinners. The book was a hulking thing with about three THOUSAND pages and I never thought that I would find it interesting and enjoy it... but I did. Which I guess shows just how far my bibliophilic-ness goes. The second one was semi-assigned last year as an outside reading and it was the Team of Rivals: the Political Genius of Abraham Lincoln by Doris Goodwin. Ditto on the interesting-ness, it made my like Lincoln all over again and to make that final de-cision on my college major: poli sci or political science.

But that’s not all my column is about. It has to be a little about us graduating and becoming adults. And I am; I am going to be trekking through the new realm of good old actual fiction, not the watered down stuff of teen fiction. I am going to be graduating from something that I have been reading since I was ten. This is a way bigger change than going from middle school to high school; I am going to be changing my entire way of think-ing with a new array of books, and I am scared. But I’ll be alright, I’ll just be adding more to my Education.

SENIOR

I, Camille Owens, do hereby bequeath many weekends of fun to Emily Chiang, Grace Marlin, and Noemie Person.

I, Rose Palermo, do hereby bequeath pom-poms to the tennis team; a wedding ring to Nava; “going to bed’ to Nousha and Courtney; smiles to Christian; ram horns to pecor; a water bottle to Willy; “so easy” to Grant; GPS to Donald; stank to Maddie; and Dena to Sami.

I, Samantha Pappas, do hereby bequeath Jimmy and a room to yourself to Page; Galveston to Eric; my sister to Nick; a place to stay in College Station to Allyson, Annie, and Katherine; and the underclassmen girls to Brad and Walker A.

I, Alison Peachee, do hereby bequeath the entire department to Kate Fos-ter; all of my knowledge and Doctor Who to Olivia Peel; shoulder giraffes to Anna Stephens; and the most misspelled name to Corinne Nordt.

I, Patricia Perrin, do hereby bequeath Mrs. Miller-Alper to Farrin; my ba-nanas to Kathleen; my big mouth to Haley; summer hights high quotes and hawt bykeness to Rio; Camels to Elisabeth; and my family love to my two children, Gracie and Stefanie.

I, Sara Peterman, do hereby bequeath my closet and a place to stay to Katharyn; Monday workouts to the track girls; Disney music and selfies to Emily; the true meaning of Pumped up Kicks to Colton; unlimited lunch dates to Courtney; and hot messes to Christiana.

I, Austin Pipkin, do hereby bequeath Captain of the Sailors to Tyler Mc-Closkey; straightener to Henry Vaughan; head of the household to my lil sis; doghouse to Aaron Sunstrum; rights to the blacktop and screwing with the Sasquatch to the men of 2013.

I, Nicholas Pohl, do hereby bequeath Ryan Fairbairn a sense of height.

I, Spencer Pohl do hereby bequeath the halo to Nick Perlick; and a paddle to all the underclassmen that earned it.

I, Reagan Porter, do hereby bequeath the track Fab Five legacy to Emily Moen, Bailey Tsuru, Kathryn Wallace, and Olivia Brook; a written warning to Trip Brown; Kool-Aid and stories to Khari Dotson; and a hat to Patrick Christie.

I, Harris Pritchard, do hereby bequeath Coogs, Greg’s accent, and annoy-ing Phil to Colin Rockwell; the swimmer’s body to Will Johnson—use it well; and Speedos and water polo to Andrew Wheeler.

I, Will Radney, do hereby bequeath the Hippies to Matthew and Forrest; Colt League to Dillon, Turner, Matt, and Dan; Black Dynamite to Abraham, Jake, and Jack; and punt returning to Jake.

I, William Thomas Raley, do hereby bequeath my Dodge Charger to my brother, Wesley Raley.

18 SENIOR

Caroline Sladic

The Next Big Adventure

For the majority of the last 18 years, I have lived in Memorial, gone to school in Memorial, worked in Memo-rial, played sports in Memorial; my life has pretty much been centered around Memorial. For the past four years (excluding a short termed stint at St. Agnes freshman year) I have done pretty much the same thing week after week. Going out to the same restaurants, family breakfast after church on Sundays, Zumba classes and YoungLife on Mondays, football games at Tully, car rides to school with the brother, and the dreaded routine of actual school. Starting from freshman year, every student looks forward to the day when they will finally be a senior and head off to college, leaving their days at Memorial behind. But why is that? Is no one ever afraid of what lies ahead outside of Memorial? Of all the changes bound to take place?

Am I the only one who wonders if they will be able to find a new group to grab lunch with and replace the one I’ve sat with for the past four years in the dingy cafeteria as we complained of homework, boys, and certain teach-ers? Or how to find the time to do my own laundry since thankfully someone else has been doing that for me for as long as I can remember? Or make my bed- do people even do that in college? Starting in about three months, the class of 2012 will be on their own.

To be even more frank, I realized the other day that from here on out nothing will ever be the same. Everything that we have known for the past 18 years is about to change and once it does, it won’t settle down for a while. The obvious big change pending graduation is going to college. But couldn’t college be considered just the start of a series of changes? After spending over 13 years from elementary through high school, we will now be embark-ing on a four year journey (which may or may not be fol-lowed by some sort of graduate school) that will hopefully lead us into even bigger changes like jobs or families of our own.

Thinking on a big scale like that really stresses me out because who knows what the future will hold? Right now I am just thankful for the present, and past. In many ways I am thankful for what Memorial has brought me, like going to school with some of my best friends since I was in kindergarten or meeting new friends that I know I will always keep up with. I am thankful for camping trips, random dinners, and parking lot dance parties. I will miss trying new restaurants around town and planning the next big adventure.

SENIOR 19SENIOR

I, Beau Rathjen, do hereby bequeath my Big Ole Sock to Walker Penning-ton and Walker Anderson; and my living room couch to Marshall Miller.

I, Ford Roberts, to hereby bequeath ice cream dates to Kirgan Hopkins; a place to stay to Max McCauley and Jake; and love to Catherine, Nicole, and Ashley.

I, Julia Rogers, do hereby bequeath my obsession with cars to any will-ing to take on the responsibility. Anyone?... Randra, Marie? Mara, Andrew? Sarah? Mary Beth? Someone? Even if I don’t know you? Mueller, I won’t leave you my freaking cats!

I, Aaron Ruzinsky, do hereby bequeath 4-square dynasty to Walker; the puppet show to Matt Collins; entertaining Clayton to Kat; Cover Freakin’ 3 to Crawfish; all the women to Khari; and any insight on how to kick high school’s butt to Miranda Ruzinsky.

I, Nadine Sabir, do hereby bequeath One Direction VIP passes to Fatema Sabir, Katie Kelley, Emmalie Ferazzi, and Sierra Gaw; 9gag, my car, and a ticket to Australia to Fatema Sabir; a pat on the head to Omar Fayed; and cupcakes to Yasmina Fayed.

I, Sahar Sadoughi, do hereby bequeath Book Club and my secret to find-ing good books to Anna Peel and Elyssa Berney; my loud voice for when she’s editor-in-chief to Abbi Godfrey; and my French skills to Helen Nyguy-en and Hannah Vergult.

I, Hamza Salim, do hereby bequeath my lazy attitude to an already lazy guy Jeff Mathis, aka Slothman!!!

I, Maria Santibanez, do hereby bequeath all my good hiding spots to Ken-nedy, the vila’s and Robbie; eggplants to Albert; the letters “BSH” to Adrain; Baked goods to Hudson, class escort duty to Johnny; and the “Most Beauti-ful” award to Golbou.

I, Allie Satterwhite, do hereby bequeath car rides home to Eric Browne and Ellie Tamplain; Mr. Haynes to Roumina Alirizie and Sarah Skolnik; and a place to stay to Olivia Podaras and Marlee Westmoreland.

I, Allee Sawyer, do hereby bequeath nothing to anyone because I am go-ing to sell it all on Ebay.

I, Joey Scavone, do hereby bequeath all of me “Wwheeewww!” ‘s to Lau-rent and Trent; my Blue-Blockers to David; my sarcasm to Nathan; my cha-risma to Jonathon; and the best of luck in high-school to my Mustang Men-tor class.

I, Niko Schillaci, do hereby bequeath time with Rosie to the D-line; Long snapping to Tug White and Will Sikora; the left side of the line to Thomas Salazar; Getting big to Wade Burchette; Singing the low note to Bracho; McCardle to Ryan Baumgartner and Warren McMahan.

Kelsey Smith

Good Luck ‘Stangs

My whole entire life I’ve always admired the power of words. Words have a power to captivate me and I find my-self fascinated by interesting speakers or reading thought provoking articles on the internet. As my close friends will tell you I’m never at a loss for words. I talk aimlessly, and tend to blabber a bit to much, or give my opinion unsolic-ited. I’m never at a loss for words I guess. So it’s odd that as I have this final chance to talk to you and leave my mark on Memorial I can’t think of anything to say. Despite my affinity for language I can’t think of anything I really need to tell you. Or rather, I guess I can’t think of way to say it.

Sure there are things I could tell you. I could write a witty column full of little pieces of advice that I’ve picked up over the last 4 years here. Things about that mysterious white mustang (just step on it people I promise you’ll be fine) how to handle senioritis (embrace it, and again seri-ously you’ll be fine) or other tidbits of advice. But honestly I’m not that funny and I really don’t know much advice so you’re probably better asking someone else. Or I could be sentimental. I could explain all about the life lessons I’ve learned through my experiences and reflect on how the person I am today is so different from the person I was on the first day of freshman year. I could tell you about the things I really believe and the truths that really matter to me, about my relationship with Jesus, my friends, and my family, and how they’ve shaped me. But that feels a little weird and personal for this senior issue and is a conversa-tion I’d much rather have in person given a chance to ex-plain myself. Or I could use this column to write about my favorite memories and inside jokes and shout out to all my wonderful friends but really you wouldn’t understand any of that and it feels like a bit of waste of space to me.

So there are many things I could possibly say to you but none of them feel right. I don’t want to tell you my opinions because I want you to make your own. I’m the one who’s leaving you here. It’s your turn at Memorial now. Whether you’re about to be a freshman, sophomore, junior, or se-nior, this high school is now yours. And I trust that you will make the best of it. I have the utmost confidence in you and know you’ll turn your time here into something magical and wonderful. You’ll probably make some mistakes along the way but I’m not sure that’s a bad thing. High School is a time of growing up and that looks messy sometimes but at the end of the day you’ll turn out just the way you were supposed to be. I had a great experience here and loved my time at Memorial but I’m not sure that qualifies me to tell you how to spend your years here. As I look around my classes and at my classmates I realize how vastly dif-ferent our paths have been. Each of has has made differ-ent choices, but I feel like we’re all happy with the way we ended up. So I’m not here to give you advice. You probably wouldn’t listen if I did. I’m here to give you permission to make your own choices. These four years will fly by fast and my only hope is that at the end of them you too can look back with the same strange mix of pride, gratitude, and anticipation that I now feel. Good Luck & Go Stangs.

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I, Samantha Scioneaux, do hereby bequeath my sanity and pretzels to Kerry and Marisa; my high-cut shirts to Neha; Booty shorts to Emily; patience to Alli and Lawrencia; the secret handshake to Anna; absorbant t-shirts to Lyles; and my “voice cracking” moments to the Markettes!

I, Sarah Sgarbi, do hereby bequeath a place to stay to the junior girls; peace betweetn the sophomore and junior boys; Fajita to Pearl; the traffic barrel to Hank; my love to Tita Pohl, both Walkers, Kendall, Max, and Eric; and class to the sophomore grade.

I, Shelby Shelton, do hereby bequeath fun nights and carpooling to Caro-line and Carly; Lane 1 to Ashley and Kelly, my phone number to Cameron W; number 5 to Hadlea; and the next 4 years to my sister SaraBeth.

I, Reagan Shivitz, do hereby bequeath an empty closet to Riley Shivitz; Biker Chick and Fajita Flats to Alyson, Carter, and Stephanie; Holcombe Crosswell to Kate Dukes; my brain to Robert O’brien; and luck with the ladies to the Walkers, Nick, David, and Brad.

I, Saad Siddiqui, do hereby bequeath my H.O.S.A. scrubs and wisdom to Ben Kroger.

I, Kelly Sikora, do hereby bequeath my garage spot to Will Sikora, a room in my house to stay in to Johnny Rosen; and $40 to Kirgan Hopkins.

I, Caroline Sladic, do hereby bequeath “Dad” to newspaper; 3 mile races to XC girls; the driveway to Harry; and a place to stay to Callie, Bailey, Lindsey, Alex, Taylor, and Aves.

I, Carter Smith, do hereby bequeath “Champ” to Ty Mcgowen; my dance moves to Aaron Sunstrom; the SandMan to Brad and Nick; hacky skills to Dan and Matt; and the flash mob legacy to the Class of 2013.

I, Katherine Smith, do hereby bequeath my house and snoopy to Kendall Ri-ley; spin control to Warren; my love to Christina Pohl, Claire; a saddle to Tori Edwards; good times with Kyle, Ben, and Trip; and a porta pody to Walker Anderson.

I, Kelsey Smith, do hereby bequeath Younglife to The Haven; doodles to An-nie Murski; my unhelpful college advice to Lindsey Taylor; early late nights to Shay Godfrey; Todd McCardle and A lunch to Callie, Sophie, Alex & Lindsey; everything to 8th grade; and a place to stay at Vanderbilt to all of the above.

I, Kirby Smith, do hereby bequeath “oh, oh, oh” (Domino) to McKenna; my flirting skills and boyfriends to Elizabeth Williamson; Elmo35rox to all my lax girls; blinding sweat bands to Bails; My smarts to Jennifer Taylor; my mouth-guard and a lil’ bit of confidence to Ryan Massey; Drop down words to An-ners; and an invitation to stay with me to anyone I have ever talked to; thanks and Go Dawgs.

I, Roy Smith, do hereby bequeath the Halo to Perlick; my locker to Trip; my half court shot to Kacy; my driving abilities to Tyler; and my CAR to Brad.

I, Emily Snow, do hereby bequeath my brother’s t-shirts to their rightful own-er; the shotgun seat in Big Red to Sarah Stubbs; the Anvil to the best juniors ever; and a place to stay to my sweet FYL girls.

I, Madison Stewart, do hereby bequeath Dan to my cheer girls, rides in Big Red to Brett, enforcer to Tyler; One Tree Hill to Walker; matchmaking skills to Kacy; bubbles to Ryan; and all a place to stay in my dorm.

I, Sarah Stiff, do hereby bequeath my love of chemistry to Yoseph/Panjeh and Laurent; my bedroom to my little brother, Pedro Corzo; my anti-stress methods to Kimberly; all my hugs to Justin Lee and Jonathan; and my ven-ture posse to Jordan and Grahme.

Kirby Smith

Keeping it real in the real world

In less than 73 days I will be living on my own, in a new city, with new people, in a new state, and well frankly in the “real world.” This whole “real world” term is a tad overdue. I mean why isn’t high school considered the “real world?” (Just to be clear I do not mean the MTV show). Is it because we still live with our parents? Or maybe because your mom still makes your lunch every-day? (guilty….thanks Tammy!) Okay so we get it high school isn’t the big bad work world that we hear our parents gripe about, but high school is in fact the “real world” for all of us, and it is our duty to (yes you can quote me on this) keep it real. Now I know it is shocking, but I have had my lapses on this whole keep it real thing, I mean we all make mistakes right?Lapse 1: Grabbing Roy Smith’s head during freshman year TAKS test.

It was the freshman year math TAKS, and our whole class was at work, in my boredom I decided it would be a good idea to stretch. I mean why not I was feeling a little tight anyways. I start to do the backbend stretch, you know the one where you arch your back and reach behind you with your hands. It was going great until I clamped the persons head behind me, I suddenly jolted forward and since it was the TAKS test I couldn’t say anything so, sorry bout that Roy. Lapse 2:

Now we move onto junior year, I am walking during passing period like any normal high schooler and my shoe gets caught in one of the metal bars that lay flat across the floor. Being oblivious I attempt to continue walking, shockingly my shoe breaks. However; I then proceed to trip on my broken shoe and do this awkward fall where I don’t totally hit the ground, but I stuck my hands out in preparation, so now I look like a hunch back with a blindfold on doing a jig. Then from behind me I hear someone say “Those metal things will really get ya huh?” Perfect.

Those are just two examples where I totally lost my “cool” in high school, and I can promise you that there are plenty more. Next year I will lose the reputation that I leave here at MHS. I will most likely find myself attempt-ing to talk to groups of people making awkward jokes, and watching them laugh uncomfortably. The fact of the matter is that up in Georgia no one knows me; they don’t know my humor, my love for sloths, and my obsession of T-Pain. But I cannot spend my time creating a new iden-tity for myself when I have already established my own Sara Bareilles loving, accent talking, and comparison to Megan in bridesmaids self, so I plan on heading up to Georgia doing what I do best, Keeping it real.

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I, Emma Sutton, do hereby bequeath my sassiness to Erin Morris; phone calls for advice to Paige and Rachel Fargerson; making StuCo fun to Jen-nifer Taylor; a place to stay at UGA to these sweet girls; and my charts and quizzes everyday to my Latin II pals.

I, Erin Suvalsky, do hereby bequeath late arrival and Glee soundtracks to Marissa Ziman; TikvahBBG to Julia Amran; sushi dates to Grace Marlin; and Paige to Katherine Radney

I, Steven Sykes, do hereby bequeath “Second Shot Steve” to Kai Jones, may your trash always find the bin; angry butterflies, creative ways to ask me to dances and my burning, ineffable, incessant, passionate, unyielding, infinite, and unrestricted love to Shelby.

I, Brooks Taylor, do hereby bequeath my basketball ability to Graham; the Hub to Walker; Colton to Mr. Parker; long practice to the basketball team.

I, Catherine Taylor, do bequeath the smoothie bar to Joy, the senior couch-es to Victoria and Kaley; her own pictures to Sarah Song; and many more hours of composing music “dates” to Katie and Eric.

I, Max Tebbe, do hereby bequeath the spirit of Orbis to the juniors on the track team; the duty and ownership of the Thugz Mansion to Connor Mc-Campbell; the nickname “Tebbs” to my sister Maddie; my seed to Erin.

I, Mary Titus, do hereby bequeath a high chair to Grace Marlin; my tsunami to Emily; my bench seat to Madison; Mario Kart and croutons to Elissa; and all types of Rice Krispie Treats to Sage. I’m gonna miss you guys!

I, Martin Tolentino, do hereby bequeath my super speed, devastatingly quick wit and intelligence, video game prowess, political knowledge, procras-tination, sense of humor, Chloe, and affection to Emily Carter.

I,Margaret Tran, do hereby bequeath the fun-filled MMOB events and fam-ily parties as Grandparent’s house to Henry Vu and Sylvia Tran; and endless games, tournaments, and practices to the girls basketball team.

I, Ryan Valencia, do hereby bequeath gitka to Kellan Nunden and Anastasia Zavitsanos; *boop* to Lisa Ellis; all my love to Kaitlin Wesneski; and every-thing else to Olivia Peel and Kate Fester.

I, Kristopher Van Norman, do hereby bequeath the good sled to Jake; leadership to Abraham; complexity to Jack; locker and pads to George; mom jokes to Drew; my favotitism to Griffin; filter to Womac; Spongebob and Pat-rick to Woody and Thomas; strength to Tyler; and mentorship to Ryan.

I, Taylor Vickers, do hereby bequeath my heart, feed it twice daily, careful, it bites to Justin; my 37-second tape job, jeep it up to Jennifer; a tepid cup of nothing to Sophie; good times, fond memories, a caring heart (see above), my legacy, never change, to David.

I, Matt Vogel, do hereby bequeath hair gel to Nick Perlick; a headband to Lindsey Burr; my clothes to Tyler Moleharen; my love to Christine Pohl; Freebirds ice to Grace Miller.

Emily Snow

The Lists that Matter Most

I love Memorial High School. Its hallways, its classrooms, its football and baseball games… they’ve all provided many of my most treasured memories and friendships. Look-ing back on my time here, I am absolutely certain that I wouldn’t trade the past four years for anything in the world.

But let’s be honest. No matter how wonderful my high school experience has been, I can’t deny that some days I felt as though my life were one big to-do list: finish your calculus homework, study for your AP tests, write your newspaper article, go to your Student Council meeting, the list goes on and on. Sometimes my list is overwhelming, and I feel like my world might come crashing down around me if I don’t get all the items checked off. However, when I step back look at the bigger picture, I realize that this is not the case. The lists that are most important to me aren’t the ones that enumerate the tasks I need to complete or the errands I need to run; rather, they are the ones that describe my future.

First, I have a list of characteristics that I hope to acquire and develop in the coming years. It includes adjectives such as bold, honest, gentle, and compassionate, as well as reminders to live out the “I’m Third” lifestyle. “I’m Third,” a phrase coined a Kanakuk Kamps, means to put God first, others second, and myself third. Though I’ve failed to live up to my camp motto time and time again, it has still moti-vated some of the decisions that I’ve made in high school, and I hope that it will inspire even more in college and be-yond. I love God because He loved me and sent His Son to die for me before I even existed, and my desire to obey Him is a result of that love.

The second of my future lists is my bucket list, which cur-rently consists of six items: see the Northern Lights, go sky diving, touch a cloud, visit Austria at Christmastime, wa-ter ski during every month of the year, and take a “Heads Carolina, Tails California” trip. So far, I’ve only been able to cross off one item—touch a cloud. My dad knows how to fly little airplanes, and he once let me open my window and stick my hand out of the plane when he flew into a cloud. (I was quite disappointed that it didn’t feel like a marshmal-low.) After graduation, my dad and I are planning to cross the “Heads Carolina, Tails California” trip off of both our bucket lists. It’s named after a song by Jo Dee Messina, and the idea is to pack our bags, flip a coin, and travel east on heads or west on tails. As the song lyrics go, “we can drive for a day, and then we’ll take a look at the map.”

My lists for the future are my favorites because they’re about having integrity and viewing each day as an adven-ture. If one day my life flashes before my eyes, I want to see more than a bunch of completed to-do lists. I want to see I want to see the relationships I formed, impacts I made, fears I overcame, and joys I experienced. I want to see a life that was lived without reservations; that’s number one on my list.

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Carson White

I, Gracie Walker, do hereby bequeath my political knowledge and atheist views to Annika; my dance skills to my Markette Little Sisters: Mercedes, Grace, and Briana; my chicken noodle soup to Emily Snider; a date from “date Mike” to Amy; awkward hello to Sarah Brann.

I, Jack Weir, do hereby bequeath Vaughn to Blake; FIFA to Khop; chive to Fox; Porkchops to Kacy; hushpuppies to Brett; shoots and ladders to Max McCauley; white trash to Philip; the family to Drew; and tissue to Walker Anderson.

I, Boomer White, do hereby bequeath cold tanks to Kacy; Lowhoop to Brett; the backfield to Tyler; music room to Perlick, David and both Tylers; FREIGHT TRAIN to M.G.; vent sessions to Olivia’ a pie…apple to Kacy and nothing to the class of 2014.

I, Carson White, do hereby bequeath my heart to Johannsen; C-Wood to Katherine Radney, Katie Duncan and Lucy Brown; Maddie Duncan to Colton; my car to Nicole Aubrecht; Axiom to Rebekah Kohen; Caruthers to Abby Mueller; Late Night Sonic to Sophie, Callie, Alex and Lindsey; The coffeeshop to David Nosrat; Amanda Lum to Avery; the Anvil to Shay, and my dorm room floor to all of the above--except Colton. Sorry I’m not sorry.

I, Michael White, do hereby bequeath loneliness to Kelli; the red coat to Coach Lay; knee instability to Jake Hassett; and general awesomeness to all the FYL kids.

I, Ariel Wilks, do hereby bequeath my notes, walks with Charlie, pants for weekends, and the reminder that Bathilda is always watching to Cordelia; our scoreboard games and the reminder that I always win to Nicole; and…wait for iiiiiiit! To Olivia and Emily.

I, Elizabeth Williams, do hereby bequeath my social life to Sarah Jane Russell; pom-poms to Brooke and Kate; LAX gloves to puge; Scott to the lax girls; prom and my life to Jennifer Taylor; owning your own name to Elizabeth Williamson; and a spot on my dorm room floor to Lacey Walker.

I, Jeff Wu, do hereby bequeath the SBAHJ-ifer to Anna Peel; a vision ward at Baron to Jessica Song; a mandate to Artists’ Alley to Phoebe Nguyen; the abridged Hunger Games to Elyssa Berney; an imaginary Stradivarius to Justin Dang.

I, Rachel Wyatt, do hereby bequeath “Nuts about Barbie,” Ozone dance parties, Pine Cove, “girls spa” day, Zoe’s kitchen, pecan pie, and Daniel to Maggie; Team Gall and Jim Piggins to Annie; Cotton to Katherine, Lizzie, Lindsey; war zones to Elizabeth; and nonexistent guitar lessons to Aaron.

I, Max Yankee, do hereby bequeath the deed of Slobtown to Walker P; the sophomores to Walker A and Brad; new car to Tyler; Hair gel to Perlick; music room nights to Kacy, David, Dillon and the boys; and Mr. Parket to McKinley.

I, Simon Cho Zhang, all of my wisdom, knowledge and luck to Nicholas Perlick.

A Farewell Address from your Student Body PresidentDear Memorial High School,

The past four years at Memorial have been challenging and rewarding, as my experiences here have left me with many warm memories and also helped me discover the kind of person I aspire to be. I began as a freshman just trying to find my place at this large school and I will graduate thankful for the many op-portunities it afforded me. My time here has taught me to appreciate the benefits that come from stepping out and taking on new endeavors. I have spent my time at Memorial on the golf team, in MMOB, attending school events, learning in the classroom, building lasting relationships and so much more. I had the chance to serve in various officer positions on Student Council that culminated in the privilege I enjoyed serving as Student Body President this year. It is hard to fathom not returning next August with my friends to this familiar place with only a new schedule and new teachers to adjust to. Instead, I will join my fellow seniors as we embark on a completely new and unknown journey! I have Memorial High School and all that it en-compasses to thank for preparing me to further my passions. I cannot believe I will not return after May but I am confident that Memorial has prepared me for the challenges college will bring. Sincerely, Katie McArthur

Now GiveMe Pouty

A couple of weeks ago my mother finally got around to cleaning out her bedroom drawers and stumbled across a stack of old pictures.

She called me into her room, held up a picture, and jokingly suggested I use “The Screamer” (above) for my senior column.

My parents have “affectionate” nicknames for all my baby photos. These include, but are not limited to: “The One Where You Look Like Your Brother In A Dress,” “The One Where You Look Like Dr. Evil,” and, of course, “Naked Baby in a Bucket”--literally a picture of six month old me, sitting naked in a big metal bucket. If you’ve ever wondered what it would be like to bathe a baby in 1890s Oklahoma, “Naked Baby in a Bucket” is fairly historically accurate. They had it taken at Wal Mart.

Absolutely everyone in my family hates The Screamer—except for my grandmother. It’s her favorite photo of me. As an extra gift for pre-ordering 10 billion wallet sized cop-ies, my school threw in a canvas tote bag with the picture ironed on. My grandmother takes it grocery shopping.

She likes to tell people that I’m crying because I want my Sittu to come and give me a hug. It probably has more to do with the fact that I’m dressed like an overweight second grade teacher (loving the classic denim and cardi combo, Mom).

One of the reasons that The Screamer is so funny--be-sides the obvious fact that babies crying anywhere other than an airplane is hilarious--is because I’m kind of a diva.

If I’m talking, 90 percent of the time it’s because I’m complaining about something. That’s one of the main reasons I spend so much time with my cat. So when we started to write these columns, I didn’t have to think twice about what I was going to write on.

I was going to throw a temper tantrum the likes of which Memorial High School had never seen.

The cafeteria food, the blue hall bathrooms, Math—they were all going to come under fire.

But when I sat down to write, I drew a blank. I couldn’t think of anything worth whining about.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had enough terrible hair days and moments of public humiliation to know that I’m not one of those people that peaks in high school, but the truth is, it’s all been pretty great. No one threw eggs at me before prom or fed me Swedish weight-gain bars. From everything I’ve learned about High School from the Dis-ney Channel, I think that means I won the teenage lottery.

Memorial is big and scary and wonderful, and when I sit down in 40 years or so with my grandchildren (fine, my cats), I’ll have nothing but fond memories to share.

Granted the past four years have had their ups and downs, but overall?

I can’t complain.

I see Adam Mrlik in New York City, living the life of a FABULOUS designer. -Lindsey Limbaugh

ten years from now.. .The Anvil seniors share where they think each other will be

Callie Carson has a real knack for accuracy and precision. Ten years from now, I see her as a successful accountant for a Big 4 firm.

-Emily Snow

I see Emily Snow as a successful woman in a budding career whose hard work is paying off but being held back by her indecisive nature. You will also have a boyfriend or husband who is basically the male version of you; sweet, hard-working and overall awesome.

-Nick Pohl

I see Sahar Sadoughi with a really awesome job, she will probably the most successful of the staff! If I had to predict something, I would go ahead and say she will be working with the government and quickly climbing the career ladder.

-Emmalee Bergez

I see Emmalee Bergez holding a baby in one hand and running an empire in the other. All while sipping on a glass of wine.

-Adam MrlikCarson White will probably still have no idea what she wants to do with her life. She will still be in Graduate School learning and writing, fully prepared to make her own living, but will probably still be joking about how she’s waiting to meet her wealthy husband.

-Kelsey Smith

In ten years Kimberly Lan-da is going to be traveling the world as a famous art-ist. The girl’s crazy talent-ed.

-Carson White

I see Nick Pohl being a successful business man. I know that a Fortune 500 is in his future!

-Callie Carson

I think Kirby Smith will be competing in the Hunger games. She will also have legally changed her name to Katniss. -Kimberly Landa

I see Caroline Sladic working in a com-pany of something wearing her cute style.

-Sahar Sadoughi

Left to right: (Front) Callie Carson, Kimberly Landa, Emmalee Bergez, Emma Mattson, Kirby Smith. (Back) Adam Mrlik, Lindsey Limbaugh, Caroline Sladic, Emily Snow, Kelsey Smith, Carson White, Sahar Sadoughi, Nick Pohl.

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I see Kelsey Smith running her own summer camp for men-tally handicapped kids. She loves taking care of children and is so selfless that she will go far in life and help so many peo-ple along the way.

-Emma MattsonI see Emma Mattson winning a Grammy for a hit rap song with Lil’ Wayne and thanking her hubby Drake.

-Kirby Smith

I see Lindsey Limbaugh hiking through the Amazon on a shoot for National Geographic, while curing cancer in her spare time.

-Caroline Sladic

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tTEACHER

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t Super latives WE DECIDED THAT THIS

YEAR, OUR BELOVLED TEACHERS DESERVED A LITTLE ACKNOWLEDGMENT.

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you have brains in your head.you have feet in your shoes.you can steer yourself any direction you choose.

..dr. seuss

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University of Houston Omar AlnatourSazam IbrahimAngeles Rivero-LoyolaEugenia RiverolSahar SadoughiHamza Salim

University of Maryland(College Park, Md.)Donya Iranpoor

University of Mississippi(Oxford, Miss.)Bonnie DiehlCatherine MontagueShelby Shelton

University of Notre Dame(South Bend, Ind.)Meghan Kelley

University of Oklahoma(Norman, Okla.)Sydney DunhamMadison Stewart

University of San DiegoCaroline Ciaccio

University of South Carolina(Columbia, S.C.)Alexia KarpenRoy Smith

University of Southern California(Los Angeles, Calif.)Taylor MaloneyJoey Scavone

University of Texas at AustinEllen AndersonEmmalee BergezLamar BretchesKatie BuschongLaura Lee CaleMeg CarriganMichael CisarikAmanda CollinsTricia CurryRyan DoyleAndrew EdmondsAmy FricksMatthew FurrowAnnie GreenRyan GregoryKathryn HancockMadison HeringtonTori KarrenNate KellyTaylor KingSam KusinKimberly LandaDillon LarbergAllyson LemmerDaniel LewisLindsey LimbaughJanice LinMacy LivingstonSarah MaguireTaylor MaloneyStuart McNultyEmma MattsonAdam McCauleyJennifer MillardMeredith MillerEmily MorrisSarah NeyMay NommensenKendall OelfkeRose PalermoAustin PipkinNicholas PohlFord RobertsDavid RoweCharlie Russell

Saad SiddiquiKelly SikoraMax TebbeJames ToppMargaret TranCarson WhiteJeffrey WuJingyan YueSimon Zhang

University of Texas - DallasBonnie HelmMaria SantibanezAllee Sawyer

University of Texas - Pan Am(Edinbugh, Texas)Olivia Torres

University of Texas - San Anto-nioChristina DepenaAnca OlteanuDevon Rubbo

University of Virginia(Charlottesville, Virg.)Emily SnowKris Van NormanMichael White

Vanderbilt University(Nashville, Tenn.)Becky AllumsPatricia PerrinJulia RogersKelsey Smith

Villanova University (Philadelphia, Penn.)Sam Gibson

Washington University(St. Louis, Mo.)Sarah JeuHannah Ochs

Washington and Lee University(Lexington, Virg.)Rebecca DunnHarris Pritchard

Western State University(Gunnison, Col.)Ali Smith

Yale University(New Haven, Conn.)Martin Tolentino

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