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I, Alex Stewart, being of over-analytical mind and athletic body, do hereby bequeath mean streaks to Hannah Wilson for volleyball next year. If things aren’t getting done, it’s okay to yell and be a little mean to get things accomplished. Trust me, they will forgive you. To Regan and Stephi with an ‘I,’ have fun and try to win a state cham-pionship next year. To Kayla and Meredith, stop skipping class to go down to the guidance office. Span-ish was fun this year especially the random waves across the room. I love you guys and be sure to keep saying hey to my best friend next year for me, Meredith. To Taylor Moore, this year was interesting for sure, but it’s getting better. I am going to miss the beach trips from last summer, and of course your devil-child of a sister. I expect some visits at UNC-A from you, and whomever you wish to bring. To all of the volleyball girls, be proud of succeeding in something you enjoy, even though you will be talked about and hated by others. They are just jealous. Keep up the fourth period talks, they are pretty amazing. Try not to roll too many houses next year! Now to the basketball girls. Sieara, just a quick thought, you suck! But in reality you don’t at all. Be happy you have Robbie as a coach; I would have killed for him for more than just one year. Nikki, my hot chocolate, I love you dearly. Try and get to school on time next year, well on second thought don’t because it’s your senior year. Torrie, I am going to miss you yelling “TOILET GIRL” to me even though you never gave me an actual swirly. To both you and Meredith, stop taking so many pictures on everyone’s camera. To the basketball team, enjoy every minute of it. It goes by way too fast to not enjoy it. Tell Darrell to calm it down on the running after a North Buncombe type game. But beg Robbie to wear his pink shirt next year; I know you all think it’s sexy. Robbie: Please wear your pink shirt to graduation! And I do expect some baby-sitting rights to mister Cooper over the summer if he ever learns to control his bodily functions. To the baseball boys, keep the ridiculous impression of you all fanning and feeding grapes to the volleyball girls going. To Brett, quit letting Dillon give you dip, you don’t need it. Keep hiding your texts, I will find out sometime who this secret girl is. I hope the girls are good to you throughout high school. To Dillon, think about what you say before you say it. Have fun in football and baseball next year (you better play) because you will miss it terribly if you don’t. I expect many trips from you to come visit me next year also. Since I did teach you how to bake a cake, you are more than welcome to bring one to me. Maybe next year you will stop being stalked as you walk up from your truck. To Mrs. Auten, hopefully you will find a student assistant next year that is almost as good as me. Thanks for everything you have done for me in my high school career. To Coach Bliss, stop picking on people. I, Alexis Antonucci, being of over-analyzing mind and petite body, do hereby bequeath my useless procrastination to future students. These four years here have flown by. I wish that you get the few truly amazing teachers. Teachers, may you let people text during school while no productive work is being done. Also, let school be enjoyable and fun. Something all should know: everyone is dif-ferent. High school only happens once; make wise decisions. Hang in there. It goes by fast. I, Amie Cloer, being of creative mind and petite body, do hereby bequeath the tennis chat to Rachel Lund. To the rest of the Lady Falcon tennis team, I leave the long and excruciating bus rides and memories. To Mrs. Cooper I leave green pants and two new

awesomeness to Steven Cole! And to Lane Grant I leave my good looks. For Mr. Colgan I leave my somewhat basketball skills. I, Courtney Pulley, being of independent mind and a very sexy full-figured body, do hereby bequeath to all of my friends and family street knowledge. To my cousins I say, anyone who tells you that you can’t make it: Prove them wrong! Never give up. I love you guys. Remember that your haters can talk all they want... but if they put their hands on you... tear them up. Much love. I, Courtney Rogers, being of spontaneous mind and an out of this world body, do hereby bequeath crazy weekends and an even crazier ‘state of mind’ to Tara Chapman. To Leah Webb, whom I want to thank for helping me through the rough year I have had, I want to leave you my hate for motherly love. And to Coach Brian Brewer I want you to have my love and my ability to organize. I will miss you all! Peace and love. I, Delfino Islas, being of mel-low mind and athletic body, do hereby bequeath to the teachers that have helped me get this far, I just want to say thank you. To my friends that I care a lot about, whatever you do don’t give up on it because you will do fine. To my brother Sergio, I know that you will go far so no shortcuts, and make next year a good, easy, fun year. I will leave behind a lot of good memories and I’m glad that I didn’t give up so to all the underclassmen don’t give up. Life will be easier in the long run. I, Dereck Moore, being of crazy mind and good-looking body, do hereby bequeath my wrestling shoes to Mr. Rhodes. To my friends I leave a lifetime of memories that are unique and priceless. To the wrestling team I leave countless memories and insane practices; have fun with Coach Smith. To Tyler Matthews I leave my locker in the locker room. To the underclassmen stick with school junior and senior years are a blast, but it goes by wicked fast. I, Drew Adams, being of musically procrastinating mind and rhythmically percussive body, do hereby bequeath the drumline to Wayne Reddin. To Mr. Klaes – “That’s what she said.” I give Kathryn Gorgas room for more foreign exchange students and back-popping hugs. To Donny Turner, I leave you the girls of the musical, except for Kara… sorry. I leave Cameron Arrowood car rides everywhere and straw paper. To Brayden Dickerson, I leave roam-ing the school grounds at mid-night. To Kara Miller, “Ah, sweet mystery of life…” you know how it goes! I, Dustin Roush, being of curious mind and weird body, do hereby bequeath to Haley Glatzer the right to pick at my mom at lunch. And to give my little brother hugs next year when he talks to a girl. To Avery Williams, I leave the bragging rights of being a Fletcher All-Star. To Justine King, I leave the front row of the second violins. Mrs. King I leave peace and quiet. I, Dylan Belcher, being of daring mind and robust body, do hereby bequeath my box of fig newtons to Jenifer Jordan and all the great times we had. To my fellow underclassmen I leave my male call, and the rest of my lunch money to Justin Coccia. To my sister Deanna Belcher, I leave my legacy for you to carry out, make me proud. I, Elise Carland, being of unique mind and gentle body, do hereby bequeath that I have been anticipating this last semester for an extremely long time. Somehow I made it this far, after almost giving up several times. It’s finally here, and I am super excited! I, Elizabeth Scholtz, being of intelligent mind and spiritful body do hereby bequeath, all my

leave all of the awkward waves in the hall. This year you have been like a twin brother that Ryan never had and a brother to me as well. I will miss you both greatly. To Mrs. Dolbee, I leave Mt. Everest and all the purple feathers that the world has to offer in hopes that you will find a little me to keep you some-what organized. To the underclass-man I leave the drive to pursue your goals and continue traditions here at West. Follow your heart and let your head tag along. And to West I leave a piece of my heart and the tradition I helped carry on. I, Casey Duncan, being of southern mind and hot body, do hereby bequeath rebel pride to Brock Cartee. I, Cerissa Lail, being of carefree and spontaneous mind, do hereby bequeath to my cousin Andrea Luppino and neighbor Carly Owenby all the memories in hopes that you will have fun and make your own. Don’t give up; I promise all those hard classes and dumb tests pay off your senior year. To my teachers: Mrs. Burrell let your seniors watch Disney movies. To Muskrat (a.k.a Mr. Seneker) congrats on your baby and you should take mine and Ashley Singleton’s idea of what you should name your baby ha ha ha. And to Mr. Short, just to let you know you will never have another class as awesome as ours. Fresh-men, remember to not step out of your boundaries because one day you will be an upperclassmen. And finally to ALL the students it flies by I promise. I never thought the day would come and now it’s here and it’s kind of sad; enjoy it all! Yours Truly, Cerissa. I, Chandler Coleman, being of loving mind and ginger body, do hereby bequeath my gum col-lection in my locker to my dear Jennifer Justice. I leave my karate chopping skills to Whitney Howell and Chelsea House. I leave Saman-tha Hartz my locker because it’s awesome. Lastly and most impor-tantly, I leave my best friend Kelly Larouche everything else, and she better not forget all about her Bean next year when I’m gone. I, Chris Bryson, being of good mind and healthy body, do hereby bequeath my dip to the rednecks, my music to my friends and my sister my great fortune. P.S. teach-ers you don’t get anything sorry. I, Colby Thelen, being of rock star mind and professional wres-tling body, do hereby bequeath all my ability to rock out to ‘80s clas-sics to Karl Bernadas and my bros in second period weightlifting. To Garrett Lancaster I leave all the lessons that I learned all the hard way, so you don’t have to. To Kara Hamilton I leave my love, and all of my ridiculous and over the top monologues. You’re the best! To Mr. Jones I leave the school, I guess you can take it back now that I’m gone. Finally, to the student body I leave my gratitude. Thank you so much for all the support and love you’ve shown me. I, Colton Vale, being of effer-vescent mind and toned body, do hereby bequeath all my memories of the good times to my friends. To all the late night runs to McDon-ald’s and Huddle House, to all the southern biscuits and sweet tea. To my little brother Kyle I leave my game and all its potency, and to my parents I thank them for all their lessons of life they have taught me. To my teachers thanks for putting up with me for four years and raising me here in Hen-derson County. I, Cooper Raleigh Shannon, being of interesting mind and deli-cious body, do hereby bequeath my skills to Señor Jarrin, the greatest Spanish teacher to walk this earth. To my family I leave my crude humor, and to America I leave my greatness. I, Corey Shaw, being of awe-some mind and good-looking body, do hereby bequeath my

students to occupy the make out- I mean make up room. Finally, to all students: remember that all things are possible through Christ. I, Amy Cook, being of determined mind and hardwork-ing body, do hereby bequeath my leadership/bossiness skills to Brit-tany Gulick. I, Andrew Ramos, being of unique mind and able body, do hereby bequeath these final words to every one in this school…do your best in finding your true happiness…and for the one I love most in this world…to her…I hope you find yours as well. Live a happy life. I, April Creamer, being of quiet and caring mind and klutzy body, do hereby bequeath my success in life, the help of my teachers and the support of my friends. I leave my younger ‘sib-lings’ the high standards that you should meet with teachers I have previously had. To the students out there still left in school, stick with it. Life may get you down, but it will get better, trust me. I went through it. Just learn to ac-cept help from your teachers and friends from the start. It will make life easier. Oh…and stay away from waterfalls if your clumsy. I, Arnie Laughter, being of obscured mind and tantalizing body, do hereby bequeath all of the work in yearbook class to the two remaining men on staff, Kevin and Donny. The long nights of doing who knows what in the ManCave to Ryker, Kyle and Jake. To Sam, I leave a teddy bear to express our “best” friendship throughout high school. And how could I forget a library full of sexual novels for the other junior girls that harassed me throughout the year. And all my love to Mrs. Squires and all the other teachers that had the privi-lege of enjoying me in their class at some point in my four, long years here. I, Ashley Singleton, being of a logical mind and gentle body, do hereby bequeath to Cam-eron Singleton, my brother, my teacher’s pet position. I only hope Mrs. Gaddy, Mr. Ezell and Mrs. Squires love you half as much as they did me. To Lauren Norris, my cousin, I leave my love and pas-sion for dancing! Mrs. Dolbee will treat you good; she’s an amazing teacher. To Mrs. Gaddy, I leave my sense of humor to get you through all of your fourth period classes. Also, to Mrs. Squires, I leave my patience; you’re going to need it. Last but not least, to Mr. Ezell, I leave all of our fun times and our secret handshake. I’m still going to come visit you when you’re 100 years old! Now, to the only under-classman I ever truly liked, Dayne Davis, I leave our twin sister styles and amazing friendship for you to share with everyone else. You have a great future ahead of you girl. I, Austen Melton, being of unique mind and awesome body, do hereby bequeath my swimming skills to everyone on the swim team. To my friends I leave all my awesome memories. To my sister I leave a 2-liter of Mountain Dew. To my teachers, go easier on cell phones. To the swim team, keep the awesome times at State. I, Autumn Raby, being of creative mind and sound body, do hereby bequeath to all underclass-men this advice: Don’t switch schools your last year of high school. But if you do, like I did, be sure to keep an open mind in mak-ing new friends. Great people can be found everywhere. Live your life and have fun! Beginnings are scary, endings are usually sad; it’s what you do in-between that really counts the most. I, Bethany Humberg, being of joyful mind and Hawaiian body, do hereby bequeath sunshine, flowers and everything cheerful to Kristina Anderson; giant hugs to Audrey Huff, Graham Pate and Donny Turner; and my salsa moves to

Mrs. Racquer. To all of my wonder-ful teachers, I give my overflowing gratitude; you have each taught me a different lesson and helped me become who I am today. To my “Gaga” Señor Monty Parker, I wish we could have gone to West together, but I graduate with you always in my heart. Finally, to each and every one of my amazing friends I give my love; you have all meant so much to me and made a difference in my life. I, Braden Rimbault, being of brilliant, but lazy mind and jacked professional wrestler-esque body, do hereby bequeath the advice to not be stupid to everyone from the class of 2009 who is still in Hendersonville. I leave my lightning-quick speed to Ben Hayes, Kyle Earwood, and my brother. To Coach Brewer, I leave all of the buses he could’ve put on the parts of the field we suppos-edly weren’t using. I leave a bike helmet to Aubrey Masters to wear in soccer games. To Adam Steurer and Patrick Miller, I leave West soc-cer. Kara Hamilton can have my strength and all of West Henderson can have the memories of my pec dance to win Mr. WHHS. I, Brandon Harrison, being of strange mind and unathletic body, do hereby bequeath my unathletic ability to Nathanial Littauer, in hopes he can make it through an entire season. My funk to Tyler Matthews, in hopes he comes to use it as well as I have. My patience to Joshua Armstrong because the team will drive you nuts. I, Brandon Hawkins, being of fun mind and tanned body, do hereby bequeath Sean and the other cross country boys the fris-bee from us and trails of sketchy places. I leave Mrs. Gaddy manne-quins that were abused and used, and to all track runners, I leave you the tanning oil that we used for fun in the sun. And Conner, Sean, Lee, William, Ricardo and all others BELIEVE IN Dave runners! I, Brooke Freeman, being of creative mind and small body, do hereby bequeath to Dana Dowdy all of the good times, laughs and inside jokes we had in apparel class. To Sean Rapp, I leave you all the secrets of high school. To all my underclassmen friends, just enjoy high school, it’ll be over before you know it. I, Cara Bouhkris, being of morbid mind and pain-stricken body, do hereby bequeath my torment to my teachers. To my friends I leave all my good memo-ries of laughs and smiles that we shared. To all teachers I leave this important advice: be aware that your action and reaction affect the minds of the children you teach; don’t mess them up like you did me. Finally, to all students: don’t be fooled by the facades of others. You’ll be glad you weren’t later. I, Carly Elisabeth, being of incapable mind and go-go gadget body, do hereby bequeath plastic forks to the administration, a Kleenex box for my tears to Mrs. Hooker. I leave a legit hug and iCarly episode to Kristina An-derson, Halloween 2008 to Jessie McKinney, to John Boyd I leave Cheasy, La Catrina to Hoon Lee, a hand turkey to Aaron Turpin. To Collin, keep smiling and Zac, get a haircut. To Mrs. G I leave Carolina basketball and my gratitude for letting me have caffeine runs. To the track girls I leave my hanging shorts. To Turpin I leave Friday nights and denial and to Leah, Cathy and Lindsey: shopping, parking lot chats and football games. Thanks for putting up with me. I, Casey Blankenship, being of witty mind and sprightly body, do hereby bequeath my memories of West to my teachers and fellow seniors. To my brother I leave the decision because I know that you have the best intentions at heart. More than anything I want to see you succeed in life. To Jacob, I

squishy braclets to Torrie Min-nick, because she is awesome. The backroom earpiercing to Ms. Gaddy “sorry” and my love for my brother. I, Elizabeth Thompson, being of artistic mind and spirited body, do hereby bequeath the cheerlead-ing squad to my wonderful juniors, I love you girls! Dance Team I leave to my best friend Kara Ham-ilton. The future of West Theatre I leave to Katie O’Shea and all the people who love the theatre. To all my directors, thank you so much for all of your love and support, I will miss you all dearly. And to my little sister, I leave the future of West to you. Good luck! I, Emily Wilkinson, do hereby bequeath my undying hatred for this school. Minus the choice few kids and teachers I will miss. I, Eric Schreck, being of righteous mind and sophisticated body, do hereby bequeath a dub-step mixtape with two subwoofers, and an Aesop Rock lyric book to Brian Van Trease. A Pretty Lights ticket to Kelly Larouche. A mural of myself on the backroom wall, scented with Tommy Bahama cologne to Chelsea Blanton and Kayla Sciupider. To Mr. Kahn, I leave my lightsaber, for you brought me into the world of being a Jedi. You’re the man. I, Erica Shives, being of confusing mind and unique body, do hereby bequeath my love to my teachers, especially Mme. Boyd, for all of their patience these past four years. To Elizabeth, I leave a certain group of boys. To my friends, I leave you my love as well; I couldn’t have made it without you. To anyone and everyone, I leave the memories I have made. To Brad- I leave JoJo when I am at college. Don’t let life pass you by. I, Ethan Anders, being of sound mind and country boy body do hereby bequeath my dirty bike riding expertise to Shorty Rice. I, Ethan Wilkins, being of psy-chedelic mind and human body, do hereby bequeath my expertise in my non-curricular activities to Donny Turner; remember, never become a tool. To Leesor, I leave my swagger. I, Eva Alvarez, being of compassionate mind and bilingual body, do hereby bequeath my interpreting skills to Jenny Cruz-Jimene to help out my Hispanic friends in Mrs. Edwards’ class. I, Gary Simpson, being of brilliant mind and Spartan body do hereby bequeath my bone-crushing hits to Kevin Thomas; trips to Brevard in the Grand-Am to Ryan Gordon and Michael Per-ry; to Jordan Bell I leave a pillow; to Seb I leave a tub of Prahteen; to Drew Martin I leave X’s and O’s. I leave my swag and a sailor cap to Marino; to anyone I missed, I leave you the memories of an eventful four years. I, Haley Paris, being of mysti-cal mind and kind body, do hereby bequeath my loud caring voice to all the students who don’t speak up. To Shaundi Lynn I leave our motocross memories- I love you! To all my best guy friends (you know who you are) I leave my love. To Mr. Taylor I leave my cell phone and my procrastinated projects. To Miss Kimberly I leave our rodeo doors experience! And to all ya’ll students who are about to do something ridiculous, do it! That’s how your best memories are made. I, Harley Rachell Nantz, being of high energy and friendly mind and kind body, do hereby be-queath my giggles to my teachers and underclassmen friends. To my friends I give you encouragement that you can do it! I know you can! To my teachers I give you patience so you can handle any kids that walk through your classroom door. To the Principal and office staff, I give you my happiness. Don’t give up or drop out! It’s worth going to the top! I, Holly House, being of

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peaceful mind and tranquil body, do hereby bequeath all the neigh-borhood memories from pre-k to now and forever on to Sam Hartz. I leave every long, late night conversation we ever had to Kelly Larouche. I leave my outgoing personality to De’Shawn Thomas. Finally, I leave my willingness to succeed, my serenity, my integrity and all my love to my sister, Chel-sea House. I, Hunter Edmundson, being of all knowing mind and farm boy body, do hereby bequeath the fishing rights of my field and the right to have the coolest truck at school to Dana Dowdy. To Garrett Lancaster I leave my winch to pull himself out when he wrecks his sister’s car and calls me. To Tanner I leave the power of being a hauss. To Stuart Cochran I leave the right to have the only grey ghost at school. And lastly I leave all my supplements to Jacob Sitton so he can try to get as swole as me. And to everybody else keep it wild and crazy. I, Ian Daniel Phillips, being of super-masculine body and intel-lectual mind do hereby bequeath to Josh Wentzel and Haley Glatzer a horse to feed. And to Haley I leave “Ingles” and the joys that come with it. To Mrs. King I leave my iPod Touch and my Material Girl solo. Mrs. Zalevskiy, I leave you my sight; I was never really colorblind. As for the rest of you, cars look great in purple. I, Jake Riportella, being of im-movable mind and shredded body, do hereby bequeath my mountain biking talents to Adam “Skewer.” To Grant Reeves I leave the legacy of Artillery Basketball. I leave the camping tradition and sober chillen to Grant, Patty, and Adam. I leave my crazy ankle taping skills to Josh Piotrowski and Grant. To Patty and Adam I leave West soccer and the proud tradition of lazi-ness. I also bestow my ping-pong abilities to Grant Reeves and Adam “Skewer.” I, Jason Reaume, being of little mind and big body do hereby bequeath all the paint on my clothes to Mr. Colgan. I leave my sister all the good experiences and awesome teachers. To my friends, I leave them success in college. To my teachers, I leave them thanks for getting me through high school and preparing me for college and future life. I, Jeremiah Jarvis, being of awesome mind and absolutely ripped body, do hereby bequeath all of my awesome kicking skills to the frency. To all my teachers, my sense of humor, just chill. Mr. Rhodes, you are the bomb diggity. To everyone in the school, all of my younger classmates, I leave you a lesson that speeding may not get you where you are going any sooner. I, Jesse Ivens, being of omni-scient mind and herculean body, do hereby bequeath a double cheeseburger to my dearest Coach C. I leave Donny the ability to boss around the underclassmen in yearbook (or anyone at school for that matter). To Hunter Hill, I leave the blue rake for next year’s season at baseball practice. To the rest of the baseball team I leave my respect for you, and hope you guys continue to do well. And last but not least, I leave all of my love to Mrs. G! I, Jesse Kimzey, being of hunters mind and fit body, do hereby bequeath my love to Molly Penland. To my friends I leave all the good times. To my teach-ers I leave all my bad grades, and thanks, for making me work even when I didn’t want to. Also to Molly I leave thanks, for doing what’s right. And to all the hunters I leave my skill. Pile em up! I, Jessica Garland, being of unique mind and strong body, do hereby bequeath my nonsense drama. To my friends I leave my knowledge - study hard. To all un-derclassmen I leave my statement “stay outta drama and have fun in high school.” To all teachers please give lighter homework, and go easier on cell phones and food in class. Finally don’t give up, you will be glad you didn’t. I, Jessica Manus, being of educated mind and average body, do here by bequeath my senior project to Ms. Squires and all the fun times in homeroom to Mr. Rhodes. I also leave my attitude and laziness to my sister from another mister Bethany Garren,

ing to you guys. Patrick Dunn, I leave you the best running form at WHHS. To Tanner Ryan, I leave you before 4th period kisses. To Taylor Moore, I leave you the volleyball team and the fact to keep it crazy. I leave you haters who hate us, but who cares!? To James Morrison, I leave you being one of the only Wake Forest fans in the school. Keep that black and gold going buddy. To Lane Grant, I leave you all of my compliments to you and not calling you Seth. To Cameron Crisp, I leave you my dying love for your fruit snacks you bring daily. To Hunter Hill, I leave you stay-ing cute and nice to everyone. To Torrie Minick, I leave you swirlies after basketball practices. To the DTF crew, I leave ya’ll all the Becky Henry memories from first semes-ter. To Paige Prather, I leave you all the road trips to the baseball games and last years 4th period memories. To Ryan Gordon, I leave you all my punches to the stomach and 3:00 in the morning memo-ries. To Cameron Brogden, I leave you all of the amazing notes on your car after baseball practice. To Sieara Bishop, you suck! To Nikki Blake, I love you my little black friend. To Stephen Cole, I leave you my wonderful hugs and my love, of course boyfriend. And last but cer-tainly not least to Mr. Orr, I leave you all my smart-a comments and my undying hatred for Carolina. Go Wake! I, Kara Joy Fohner, being of eclectic mind and amusing body, do hereby bequeath my intimi-dating persona to Tyler Knepp; afternoon hikes and slow dancing to Paul Freeman, my idiosyncratic case of Stockholm syndrome to Joey Lypton and my ADHD to all rising seniors. To Joseph Flynn, the ability to creatively break the daily monotony, with no regrets, to the talented staff of manifest: I confi-dently leave you all future literary magazines. Working with you and Ms. Squires has been a wonderful experience. I, Katie Carpenter, being of outgoing mind and athletic body, do hereby bequeath my softball skills to my fellow teammates. Little Blackie, I leave you my speed. I love you, but you need it…use it well and show up everyone. To Natalie and Sierra I leave you the rest of my abilities. You are all great! To my teachers, please know all cell phone use isn’t bad. Take it easy on the kids. And finally, all you underclassmen, know it goes by faster then you think, so have fun because high school comes by only once. I, Kelli Jo Havener, being of spastic mind and athletic body, do hereby bequeath the Taurus to my sister Maddi; it may not be the best car, but it knows how to have a good time. To Aubrey and Carly, I leave the crazy soccer bus rides and the soccer team. You guys will be great leaders. To Torrie, I leave my love, my crazy bands, all our soccer cheers, and all the fun times. To Kayla, I leave you Torrie, take care of my lover and make sure she plays soccer next year. And to Emily, I leave you Bojan-gles, Marble Slab, and my little sis. Take care of her for me! I, Kindra Hollingsworth, be-ing of sound mind and pregnant body, do hereby bequeath my advice to all those young teenag-ers who become pregnant at a young age. Don’t be afraid, keep your head held high, and ignore all the drama. To my sister I leave my experiences and hard lessons learned. To my teachers, I leave my thanks for getting me through high school. And to everyone else, be yourself and do your best. I, Krista Manny, being of bubbly mind and incredible body, do hereby bequeath my pom-poms to Mrs. Ritter. I love you! To all upcoming senior cheerleaders, I leave you this piece of advice… find a chum and live senior year to the fullest. It flies by! And to all my 1st period teachers, sorry I was late everyday. I, Kristian Basallo, being of genius mind and Italian body do hereby bequeath, my pom poms, naked mole rats and carrots ball to Mrs. Ritter. To my brother Austin, I leave my knowledge, ways to bend the rules and trips to Bojangles. To Coach Brewer, I leave all the good times and laughs we have had. And I leave you my mad secretary skills cause I know you will be lost without me. To Mackenzie Cartee, I leave my rebellion and nights at

and everything else to nobody. Thank God I’m finally getting out of school. I, Jessica Swayngim, being of random mind and hyper body, do hereby bequeath my pom-poms to Mrs. Ritter. I love you! Caitlyn, I leave you my horse. Ka-milia, I leave you my cashier position at Dogtown and to all upcoming senior cheerleaders, I leave you my position as captain. Do work. And let Carrots-Ball live on forever! I, Jonathan Danielson, being of smart-alec mind and bionic, chiseled body, do hearby bequeath my pretty boy looks to Aaron Goforth. I leave the power of the griz to Dillon Baker and my East Henderson Eagle power to Poo Bear. I leave my full grown fingers to Tanner Ryan and gas throwing ability to Lane Grant because you desperately need it. And finally I leave awesome football locker room pics to Marino and I wish to save the last dance I ever have with Michael Perry. I, Jordan Heatherly, being of frazzled mind and stout body, do hereby bequeath a pound of sugar to Brandon Trivette, and to Kevin Mundy I leave a key to the gym that he never uses. I, Jordon Swinton, being of forgetful mind and carefree body, do hereby bequeath Stankboss Sam our ridic memories and wet stop sign memories. To you and Chelsea House and Kelly I leave our fun times. To De’Shawn I leave wing night and locker 199. To Kayla Ellsworth I leave the captain hat of the trash boat. And to Mrs. Gaddy I leave my thanks and respect. I, Joseph Brittain, being of confused mind and awesome body, do hereby bequeath my vertical to Karl Bernados, to Josh Armstrong I leave THUGLIFE, to Jen Jen I leave all the awesome memories of J-Dubb, to Avery Wil-liams just GET UP!!! To all UMYF keep representing and I’ll see ya’ll on Sundays. To Kristen Reed I leave you the amazing memories of superman, wish things had gone differently in the beginning, but it couldn’t be helped. Finally to all my teachers, try and have fun without me. I, Josh Carver, being of focused mind and sexy body, do hereby bequeath my strong lady skills to Jas Waldrop. I, Josh Littauer, being of determined mind and compas-sionate heart do hereby bequeath to all the wrestlers my will and determination to succeed. To my brother Nathanael the leadership abilities it takes to command a family of wrestlers. To Dylan Parris I leave my lucky W socks, may they benefit you as much and more than they have me. And to all the West Henderson teachers thank you for helping me through a great time of growth and maturing. With the leaving of one brings another. Good luck with the next six Littau-ers. I, Justin Creasman, being of semi-conscious mind and restless body, do hereby bequeath Grant Chapman my COD skills (you need them), and to Kayla Ellsworth I leave Saturdays. I leave Hoopers Road to whoever thinks they can handle it, and to my friends I leave the memories and crazy nights. I, Kaitlyn Burton, being of indecisive mind and bootylicious body, do hereby bequeath my heart, soul and mind to Stephanie Watkins. I leave you the crazi-ness before volleyball games and non-stop yelling at Paul (he’ll still come to games.) To Hannah Wilson, my setter duties are now yours, you stay a leader out on the floor. I love you mini-me. To Regan Macomson, all the crazy car rides and sleepovers. To Meredith Cole I leave Brevard adventures and almost getting into fights with mean girls (haha.) I leave you the feeling before basketball practice and figure eights. To Carly Owenby, I leave you all of my flirtatious nature. Savanna Edwards, I leave you baseball games and crazy, crazy times together. To Graham Pate, I leave you all of the family dinners at each others houses. To Amber Doyle, I leave all of the yells from Mrs. Stanley. To the whole volleyball team, I leave you all the non-stop gossip, pre-game dance parties and all the haters who are just jealous of our sexy-ness and state championship appearances. To all the baseball players, I leave you my obnoxiously loud yell-

Mellow Mushroom. And finally, I leave Mr. Jones trash bags and all my plastic forks! I, Kristian Stevenson, being of systematic mind and slightly built body, do hereby bequeath the theater and gym sound systems in the capable hands of Donny Turner. I am taking my mad computer skills with me. Sorry. To all the underclassmen out there, I leave you with this bit of knowl-edge: Don’t stress about school. Your high school career is way too short to worry about petty things like grades. Get involved and en-joy this brief time of your life. May the force be with you. I, Kyle Davis, being of wrong mind and hard body, do hereby bequeath Michael Jerry some Zaxby’s. Dillon my bomb giving power, have fun with that. Jimmy Buck all my country music. Ryan all our memories we don’t remem-ber. Little Brett Brett I leave my glove. I, Kyle Obermiller, being of blank mind and tall body, do here-by bequeath my skill of aggravat-ing Mr. Klaes and playing the tuba to Caleb Glenn. To Charles, I leave my abrupt ways to verbally tell people how it is. For Anthony, may your next lunch table be as silent as this year’s. To Cameron, I leave the Pit. For the musical always needs music. Mr. Klaes, I leave you the memory that we were your first nightmare, and good luck making your Honda fit redneck. That’s all, folks. I, Kyle Rhodes, being of good times mind and swole body, do hereby beqeath my brother my love. To teachers I say to chill out and go with the flow. To Garrett Lancaster, I leave my hard work efforts. I, Lee Ponder, being of keen mind and superb body, do hereby bequeath Grant Reeves my ability to close. To Patrick Miller I leave my ability to speak. To Adam Steu-rer I leave the gym. To all of the soccer guys I leave camping and all of the great memories we had, I love you all. To Stephanie Watkins I leave you my friendship poem I never wrote. And finally I leave West with some of the greatest times I will ever have. I, Lorenzo Trejo, being of unique mind and gentle body, do hereby bequeath some common sense to my brother Jamie, and my friends Jesus, Victor, Roberto, Daniel. I would like to see all the Latino students study and become motivated to do well in school. To my brother Jamie, I hope to see him succeed, graduate, and go to college. Do not give up! I, Lori King, being of blonde mind and dank body, do hereby bequeath my enthusiastic at-titude and smiling face to all the cheerleaders. To my baby sister, Justine, I leave you all the love and support; stay out of trouble. To my twin, Taylor Young, I leave you my ballin’ yellow sunglasses and my country accent. To Camillia, I leave you my basketball towel and “like butter!” To Ahnee, don’t out do yourself; I’m still your big sissy. To Caleb, I leave you 365 hugs, one for everyday of the year. Mrs. Elliot, thank you for always listening to all me random stories in the morn-ings. To all my other friends, I love you all and wish you the best of luck. I, Maddy Welch, being of mu-sical mind and intense body, do hereby bequeath the responsibility of keeping McPherson’s, Brave-heart and pirates alive to my fellow orchestra members. DON’T LET IT DIE!!! As for the Big Booty Crown…Avery, you are the next generation. Mrs. King…always remember the random Braveheart outbursts and sound of music performances, as well as my love for the Phantom of the Opera. Thanks for everything you’ve done to help me with my music. Mrs. Moore and my apparel ladies, thanks for all the fabric and laughs. I’ve had a blast! To all my remaining friends, good work! Do your best at everything you at-tempt, and keep the goal in sight. Good luck on the musical next year- you guys are amazing- you’ll do wonderfully. ☺ Have fun guys, and good luck in life! May God bless you and provide you with al the happiness you could ever hope for! KEEP THE MUSIC ALIVE!!!...BAAA!!! I, Mark “Mr. Silver” Thomas, being of great mind and tall body, do hereby bequeath all of my class disruptions to Jarold Allen Klaus

and to the rest of the marching band, good luck at competition next year, you’ll do great (not bet-ter, but great) TTYL. I, Matt “The Tank” Thielke, being of uncommon mind and supersonic body, do hereby bequeath the secret trails I have helped discover to none of you because I don’t trust you at all (sorry). I leave the track to any who are bold enough to claim it and dominate as I have. To Coach Fletcher, I leave you with Elton John’s “Tiny Dancer.” I am leaving the underclassmen I have run with those epic Ultimate Frisbee games on days before races. William and Ricardo, I leave you a cooler of ice; you know what to do with it. Conor, I leave you a challenge to beat my PR’s, always push the tempo! To the entire track team, remember FOREVER YOUNG! Finally, I answer the question many have asked me over the years: What kind of person is Matt Thielke? Well, I am just like all of you… only successful. I, Matt Roberts, being of no mind and all body, do hereby be-queath a mattress to Jordan Bell. I leave Stephen Cole and Lane Grant all the awkward conversations in the locker room. I leave Darren Jones a new sweatshirt. The Grand Am belongs to Sam Hartz. I leave Kevin Thomas “pre-game rituals.” To Cameron Brogden, I leave you Hannah Green. James Morrison gets all my mojo and will be the next me. Michael Marino, I leave you a coffee table. To both Michael Peery and Ryan Gordon I leave the brotherhood and the weekends. Peery, I leave you my girl-getting skills because we all know that you need them. I leave Ryan Gordon the devil’s tricycle. Finally, I leave Savannah Edwards a Hershey bar. I, Meghan Brooks, being of witty mind and golden tan body, do hereby bequeath my memo-ries of the good times with good friends. I want to leave the love of my life Stuart Cochrane, my hopes of a beautiful future together. I, Mercedes Spinetti, being of a dreaming mind and danc-ing body, do hereby bequeath the dance and chorus rooms to my sister Carmella. It’s your time to shine now, so shine like the star I know you are. I leave the piano in the chorus room to any student that ever feels the need to escape. I leave the theater to the theater 1 students of next year. Just re-member that the sky is the limit, so dream as big as you want! To Mrs. Carnes, I leave our many Twilight memories. To Mr. Ezell, thank you for teaching me that math isn’t al-ways the devil. And to Mrs. Dolbee, thank you for being an inspiration, friend and constant support. To everyone else, learn to enjoy high school while you’re here. The time really does go by quickly. I, Merritt Smith, being of stunning mind and intimidating body, do hereby bequeath to Mrs. Moore, all the awesome lingo you learned from us in Apparel 2. Also, the right to say “Girls! Calm down!” to whoever you wish. To Andrea, I leave our random conversa-tions and wonderful friendship. To Tanner, half an eraser and a permanent spot in my wallet. To Caleb I leave our dreams of a real-ity show and our 17 kids. To Lane, my perfect skills of winking. And to Courtney the right to say “Sam!” every time you think of me. I, Michael Owen, being of backwoods mind and southern body, do hereby bequeath don’t spotlight DEER. I, Zach Ritter, being of southern mind and redneck body do hereby bequeath to all the driv-ing juniors and seniors: Don’t do burnouts. We must train in order to serve. I, Carly Jackson, being of day-dreaming mind and twiggy body, do hereby bequeath the lucky moose to Kayla Sciupider along with all of the good times on the gold team. To Kara Miller, I leave my contagious laugh and purple feet. To Megan Pope I leave my box of band-aids. To Mr. King, do your attendance. To everyone in the guidance office, you are the best. I, Jackson Scott Stewart, being of luscious body and dirty mind, do hereby bequeath my “six pack” to Mrs. Gaddy, my body to Torrie Minnick, my love to Aaron “Rednut” Kropp, nothing to Hunt-er Hill – he is still an East eagle, the way of the grizz and my sister to Dillon Baker, my power of the

cowbells to Taylor Moore, my hawk to Dylan Parris, yelling abilities to nobody – nobody can match my golden pipes, and my ballerness to Tanner Ryan. I, Michael Reesor, being of awesome mind and awesomer body, do hereby bequeath Stacy my mustang to Lee, who will prob-ably never have a car of his own. My heart and wallet to Brandi Martin like I promised, With Krista Van Giesen I leave my twisted sense of humor, and finally I leave my affinity for mischief to all the future members of the swim team: Swim hard, party harder. I, Michelle Terenzi, being of dope mind and Greek body, do hereby bequeath my supe-rior awesomeness to my friends. To Samantha Hartz, Deshawn Thomas and Chelsea House, I leave my “SGS,” please make me proud. Stay away from the Grand Am, Smash Bed and North Mills! Party it up while you can, oh wait you can’t you’re in Hendo! Just go to “Buncombe boys” they get away with everything. Fist pump all the way. I, Miles Heywood, being of hilarious mind and hard-core body, do hereby bequeath my ADD to my teachers and friends. To my friends I leave my private jet and yacht, if they promise not to sell them. To my brother I leave my two cars and my broken Xbox. To my sister I leave the last Sunny D in the fridge. To all my teachers I leave you nothing but the gum I left under all the desks and tables. And to all the students I will leave nothing because I don’t like them. I, Molly Corhn, being of crazy mind and athletic body, do hereby bequeath my high school memo-ries to all those who helped make it so great. To Hannah Wilson I leave you the good days on the vol-leyball court, and me and you get-ting so mad because some people like to yell at us too much. Hang in there girl! When it comes to boys, learn from me. Do what you want to do, and not what others want you to do. In the end you’re the one who has to be happy. To Regan Macomson I leave you all those talks on the bus about boys and the drama they bring us. Be a leader on the court next year. To the rest of the volleyball team I leave you guys with wishes to do your best, and dominate! Don’t let those who are just jealous of the “volleyball girls” and our success bring you down. To Taylor Moore I leave you as being one of the best friends I could ask for. All the parties, and beach trips. Meeting random guys on the strip, trying to catch a taxi at 1 a.m. and dancing it up in the clubs. We have so many memories, and I will miss you like crazy! Taylor, stay out of the drama and don’t take anyone’s crap. To Amber Doyle I leave you all the road trips to baseball games, sing-ing in the car, and the fun we had in Mrs. G’s class. All the best boy advice and talks that we shared, and of course my favorite memory of all, The Amanda Show, “MEEEE HAAA”. To Hunter Hill I leave all the best hugs in the world, along with every country song known to man, and of course the Josh Turner concert! Keep being the sweet-est guy at school, and enjoy your senior year. I will miss you Pooh Bear. To Tanner Ryan I leave you all the kisses and hugs. Keep getting your flirt on, and sorry I made fun of your little fingers. To Cameron Crisp I leave you the lunch table and all the fun spin the bottle games we played with everyone at our awesome table. To Lane Grant I also leave you the lunch table and the hugs and back scratches before volleyball games that got you in trouble. To James Morrison I leave you the special kiss at the baseball game. To Daquan Waters I leave you all the dancing and my favorite of them all “my duggie.” And lastly to one certain girl (who’s name I won’t mention) I leave you the ability to stay out of other people’s relationships!! Under-classmen live it up and enjoy every moment. I, Morgan Lancaster, being of optimistic mind and graceful body, do hereby bequeath my focus in school to my baby brother. I will miss you and your friendship when I’m gone, as well as watch-ing all your games; I love you. To lil’ James, I leave my permission to continue being a ladies man even though I won’t be here. To Ryan, Cameron, Michael and the rest of

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the baseball boys: tone it down some please. To Lydia, I leave all the responsibility to uphold the back row defense in volleyball. Make up for our 2009 regrets and win state! To Amberger, I leave all the good times in yearbook- no more skipping! To O’Dea and little Blackie, I leave every ounce of soft-ball skills I have. Keep the laughter in the game; I’ll miss you two. To Spake and the rest of the softball underclassmen, I leave optimism: keep your head up. (ASK) And finally, to Mimi and Mrs. Auten, I leave all the thanks and love in the world. I wouldn’t have made it through high school without you both. I, Neshea Fortune, being of strong mind and loving body, do hereby bequeath my heart out to all my past teachers. I leave my memory here with my cousins you can do it, keep your heads high. To all my past teachers thank you for putting me where I am now. To the underclassmen always do the right thing, know where your place is and how you stand. (cellphones) don’t use them. Keep up the hard work. It pays off in the end. I, Nik Davenport, being of crazy mind and sexy body, do hereby bequeath my ability to B.S. papers to my little brother - may it help him with his senior paper like it did me and my loose fitting jeans to all the skater kids, really guys come on. I, Nora A Ortiz, being of ec-centric mind and short body, do hereby bequeath my impeccable ability to procrastinate to Jeremy Wilson and Chris Burnett. The capacity to always be adorable to Tyler, ‘lil Sam, and Vanessa. My undying admiration to all of my teachers. To Santiago I leave the capacity of doing everything you set your mind to. To the marching band, thank you for making last season one I’ll never forget. To the guard, thank you for teach-ing me to be graceful. Lastly to all the underclassmen the capacity to mature because in a few years you’ll be writing one of these. Don’t give up. I, Olivia Bowers, being of fun loving mind and rocking body, do hereby bequeath my memories and ‘great’ wisdom to my friends and my former teachers. To my friends, I will leave you my fun times; from peeing at a gas sta-tion, to telling freshman to get out of the way. To the soccer team, I know I haven’t been with you guys but you guys were a true family! Play hard and don’t ever let your fear get the best of you! To all my teachers, we had some good times and I will always remember your strict rules on cell phones/iPods! To everybody else, you’re almost there, don’t give up! You will feel terrible if you give up! Finish high school! And finally enjoy your time here, don’t regret it, and drop the drama! I, Rebecca Marie Hooper, being of soulful mind and peaceful body, do hereby bequeath the memories of meeting all the peo-ple I’ve met and the experience of them meeting me. Sarah and Riley I leave you gullible on the ceiling and the clubhouse. Tyler Filka you get a clean bucket and yeah peace man. I, Ryan Callahan, being of sexy mind and chiseled body, do hereby bequeath my experience and great memories to my friends. To my brother, Baby Callahan, I leave you advice to stick with it and you’ll do fine. I know you’ll do great here at West. To all my wrestlers, I leave my support and my advice to not give up. To Haley, (my girlfriend) I leave my seniori-ties. I, Ryan Duckett, being of vast mind and towering body, do hereby bequeath my passion for

running to the underclassmen cross country runners, all four of you. To my fellow hurdlers Tyler and Dylan, I leave the hurdles and all their glory (and an extra non-broken one to Coach Fletcher). To Kiersten, James and Shaundi, I leave Key Club- I know ya’ll will make it even bigger than it was last year. To Danny, Anthony, and William: keep up the good work. I think you all could probably up the ante of troop 613’s outings and high adventure. To the faculty, especially Coach Long, Mrs. Auten and Mrs. G; it has been awesome, thank you so much for all that you’ve done for me. Finally, to my sister Jenna, I leave a legacy I know you can fulfill. Don’t be reluctant to achieve all that you are capable of - and that goes for everybody. I, Ryan Owen, being of sound mind and hungry body, do hereby bequeath the 8-point buck behind the school to Mr. Jones. I, Sarah Armstrong, being of quirky mind and wiry body, do hereby bequeath my baby brother with the task of terrorizing Mr. Tay-lor. To Kady Tipton I leave the stats book, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. As for the rest of the wres-tling team, I leave you the legacy of Jill; feel free to give Brock a hard time anytime. To Sieara, I leave you Sunday afternoons at the bat-ting cages and of course a couple visors. To Baby Blackwell, I leave you the joys of the outfield. Run fast for me! As for the rest of you I leave you with the skill of avoiding drama; it will make it much more enjoyable, trust me. I, Shannon Carol Fennimore, being of scientific mind and fair skinned body, do hereby bequeath my classy demeanor to my brother James. Remember to look for the best things in high school and to hold on to them while they last. To my friends in the band, keep rock-ing and hold on to tradition. And to my classmates, take a day at a time and look out for the laughs along the way. I, Shelly Miller, being of as-siduous mind and astute body, do hereby bequeath my patience and love for color guard to my sisters; good luck next year! To my band geeks, be yourself and respect the color guard! Mr. Klaes, learn to knock! My friends that I’m leaving behind, know that I love you and I hope you at least graduate! Good luck and goodbye! I, Spencer Sharrits, being of dirty mind and clean body do hereby bequeath all of my hacky-sacking skills to Mr. Colgan, I leave the gym to Adam Steurer, to Grant Reeves I leave my knowledge of driving so you don’t kill anyone, or burn your clutch. To Patrick Miller, I leave you all my wonderful soccer skills, the elevator. I, Summer Kremer, being of blank mind and athletic body do hereby bequeath all our story times, workout trips and loud singing in the car to Amber Doyle. To Hannah Wilson I leave our long advice-giving talks, I hope they helped. To all my little buddies (James, Garrett and Michelle) keep getting the older ladies and stay out of trouble. To Savanna Edwards I leave all of our shop-ping trips and pointless drives to Brevard. Also I leave to you my locker in the varsity locker room and my awesome elephant chain. To Hunter Hill you better keep be-ing nice to girls, though you were never nice to me. I am sure that you are nice to all other girls you come in contact with. To Tanner Ryan, keep telling awesome stories at lunch, though we may seem like we are laughing at you we are just laughing with you. To James Morrison I hope you stay cute and sweet, even though you want to be a cool kid you can still be nice at the same time. To Coach Bliss I

leave you another student assis-tant that is not going to be as awe-some as I am. To all the volleyball girls practice hard and play harder. Don’t play down to anyone. It will pay off. To all the underclassmen work hard and be honest, stay away from drama and have fun. I, Taylor Reeves, being of simple mind and outrageous body, do hereby bequeath my mitt and home plate to Tanner Ryan. A Cajun Filet to Mrs. Gaddy. My glove to Poo Bear. Actually no, he is still an Eagle. My quisps to Torrie Minick. I leave Hannah Green to Steven Cole. To Paige Prather my love. I leave everything else to the baseball team. And good luck. And my hackysack skills to Mr. Colgan. I, Travis Bruce, being of con-fused mind and big-headed body, do hereby bequeath my memo-ries to my favorite teachers (Mrs. Browning, Mr. Taylor, Ms. Tate, Mrs. Burrell), I leave my friends all the fun times and good memories. I, Yaneli Padron, being of loud and friendly mind and breathtaking, incredible, stun-ning, ravishing body, do hereby bequeath my smashin’ dance skills to my dance class. Beto Sanchez, Alexie Mina, and Kelsey Vaughn and Diala Al-Abed - I leave you guys EVERYTHING ELSE! Most Importantly I want to leave my first name to whoever wants it. I, Zachary McCurry, being of gentle mind and gentle body, do here by bequeath my love for books and Mrs. Cope and Mr. King to all underclassmen. My word of advice is be kind to everyone be-cause you don’t know what battles they face. I, Zak Beard, being of humble mind and short, but sexy body do hereby bequeath, center field to Aarron Goforth. My baby gnome powers to Aaron “Kroppy” Kropp, the secrets that stay in the locker room to the baseball team. To Ryan Gordon and Michael Perry the “brotherhood” and to Hunter Hill, I leave nothing, cause once an eagle, always an eagle. And to Mr. Seneker, I leave the “muskrat” and finally to Dillon Baker all my love. I, Ashley Roy, being of ana-lytical mind and Carolina-bound body, do hereby bequeath my life-long dream of modeling to Katie King and Kennedy Galloway. I envy your height and beauty...I better see you both on the cover of Vogue! To all current and future cheerleaders, cheer for the sake of cheering. Leave everything aside, stand in the Friday night lights or beside the hoop, and help our teams find heart in the game. To Camillia Brogden, PRAISE THE LORD! To all the teachers, your en-couragement and advice got me to where I am, and I’ll always thank you for that. To all in Z-2, keep doing what you do best. You make this school what it is. To everyone else, always live in the moment, but don’t forget to look ahead. I, Jessica Tobin (aka JT), being of nerdy mind and albino body, do hereby bequeath the newspaper and title of editor-in-chief to Katie King and Brandi Martin. Keep up the tradition, and you’ll find my advice for you in the top drawer of the desk. I also leave you said desk: do a better job of keeping it clean than we did. And if you ever need Midol, there’s some in the drawer. To my favorite sophomore news-paper children in the world: Nata-lie Rice, Catherine Swift and Alisha Carland, you guys are the best. It’s having underclassmen like you who make it all worth it. Cath-erine, you are the loveliest person I have ever had the fortune to meet, and may you find success and happiness in everything you try. To Rachel Farmer and Deana Belcher, I leave all the times, mostly bad, in band and the task of amusing the class by messing with Mr. Klaes.

Deana, I leave you my cubby even though you’re not an oboe player. I suppose I still love you anyways. To all the tennis ladies, I leave you this advice: each point is a new chance, a chance to make up for the point before. The back of the short bus goes to Heather Waldrop and Deana with my love. I leave the journalism quiz bowl team to Natalie Rice. Best of luck next year, and avoid the skanky Florida girls like the plague. I leave the Mock Trial team to James Loder. Rock the ponytail, and object to every-thing. And when I say everything, I mean everything. Oh, and when someone says that speeding isn’t illegal? Just punch them in the face. Anna Decker and Catherine darling, keep James and Curtis from taking themselves too seri-ously when they’re being all law-yer-ly. Graham Pate, I leave you the job of teaching those freshies how to play tennis and our lunch table. Desks. Room. Whatever, we do not need to review this! To Mrs. G The-G-Unit Gorsuch I leave absolutely all of my love. You have taught me everything, and I’ll never be able to repay you. Try not to stress out too much, you’ll get through it like always. To all of West: it’s been fun and occasionally a pain, but enjoy it while you can. JT out. I, Kaylan Proctor, being of distracted mind and distracting body, do hereby bequeath the Grif-ton volleyball to Megan and Kara - take care of it’s magic powers. May the legend of Grifton live on! Take care of Ian for me while I’m gone; he’s going to need it. He’s not high maintenance - just give him a pat on the head and a Diet Mountain Dew every now and then and he’s good for awhile. Megan - here’s a kiss to make it feel better and a box of chocolate band-aids. And Kara, I leave you my love, a car-full of styrofom, and my place in line. Caleb Brown, I applaud you. You are much stronger than you look. If you can carry me off the stage, you are indeed one heck of a beast. Thank you for being a very hand-some homecoming escort - I leave you nothing less than my love and adoration. I leave my wicked sweet driving skills and the toilet paper that still lives in the back of my car to Amber Doyle - use them wisely. I love you, dearest! To the rest of West Henderson, I leave..... sorry, just went blank. I, Olivia Springer, being of pensive mind and dove-like body, do herby bequeath all moral values and maturity to the lovely Catherine Swift. Your vigor for life and gentle, loving spirit has made you one of my role models and I am eager to see how you are led to success. Your future is a promising one. To Riley Holcombe and Katie O’Shea, give the musicals your most optimistic and willing hearts, you are both so talented and beau-tiful. I love you dearly! To Krista Van Giesen and Donovan Turner, make the 2011 yearbook beautiful and pleasing to the eye but beware not to top “bluevolved” (we know it can’t be done anyway). Mrs. G, don’t overwork yourself and thank you for making me editor-in-chief of one of the best yearbooks in the country, a true honor. Mrs. King, I don’t know what you’ll ever do without me, actually your face will probably still get red and I’m sure you will continue to be a beautiful orchestra teacher. Mr. Searcy, keep being the jolly English teacher everyone knows and loves. Every school needs a teacher like you. I’ll be back to hear you read Huck Finn to me. To Alexie Mina, your sweetness and precious face is one I will truly miss. Wherever you are your senior year, let loose your curls and show the world the girl I am so fond of! And to the rest of the student body, you are at West Henderson for a reason so put a

smile on and make the most of it! I, Katie “Beast” Huntley, being of suprisingly sane mind considering what I just went through these past four years and Beast body, hereby bequeath my perfected British accent to Audrey Huff. Use it appropriately and with great respect. To Kayla Martin, I leave the title of ‘Beast’. I know you will never successfully fill the shoes but at least you can try. To lovely Katie King and Brandi Martin, take care of this award winning paper. To Mrs. Zalevskiy, Mrs. Dolbee, Mme. Boyd, Coach Searcy, and Coach Gerard, thank you for actually teaching for the sake of teaching and not teach-ing just so we can pass a test. Your wisdom will live with me forever. To Mrs. G, thank you for expecting the impossible, because through this we were able to achieve great-ness. Your advice has prepared me for so much. Thank you. To my upcoming freshman brother, be a leader, not a follower. The drama isn’t worth it so let it go. Carry on the Huntley name and take care of Z-2. To this school, I leave a sigh of sadness and relief. To the rest of you...chill out freckles magee! I, Ashley Ball, being of unpre-dictable mind and clumsy body, do hear by bequeath a sweater vest to my brother, Brandon Ball. Only then will you be the coolest teach-er ever. I’m going to miss those mornings pulling into the faculty parking lot with the music blaring on your stereo. There is no way to thank you for everything you have helped me with, so I will just say I love you. To Emma Alexander, I leave my senior editor position, and a book full of idioms since my amazing caption lead-in skills are impossible to inherit (car-diac arrest!) Don’t rub any more newspapers on your forehead and keep Mrs. G from going insane. To Graham Pate, I leave you my boyfriend’s tennis racquet. To Tyler Rhodes, I leave our memories from church and baseball games. Thanks for listening to me when I needed someone to talk to. To Mackenzie Cartee, I leave EXTRA whipped cream. No frappachino is complete without it. To Justine King, I leave Simba because you are the only one capable of taking care of him. To the upcoming senior cheerleaders, remember to have fun and let the legacy of carrots ball live on forever. Don’t take those Friday night games for granted because trust me, you’ll miss them. To Mrs. Ritter and Ms. Elliot, I leave you drama-free seasons (HA!). Thank you both for helping me all through high school, I love you! To Mrs. G, I leave a lifetime supply of tape recorders and lens caps, and the fact-checking notebook because I never want to see it again. I’m still not sure how you do it all, but I want to thank you for everything you have done for me. I, Elizabeth Huntley, being of machine mind and tennis-playing/ballet-dancing body, do hereby bequeath my lack of a sense of direction to Audrey Huff who gets lost going to Burger King (5 minutes down the road), my amateur tennis ability, whatever I have left of it, to Graham Pate (who talks too much on the tennis court), a quarter of my work ethic to Kim Randall because you have huge shoes to fill (aka mine), my dream of going to Spain to Katie King even thought you’ll be there before I am and my rocking awe-some dance moves to my brother who’ll be a freshman next year- show Mrs. Dolbee what you got! Also, my thanks to Mrs. G, Mrs. Dolbee, Mrs. Zalevskiy and Coach Searcy who have taught me invalu-able lessons. To everyone else, don’t worry, it probably won’t kill you.

I, Kyle Keith, being of theatri-cal mind and Elon-bound body, do hearby bequeath the legacy of West Henderson’s NCTC class to Anna Decker and Eric English. Don’t let Super Cooper allow everyone in, they only drag the ensemble down. To Mme. Boyd, merci beaucoup! You are the reason I took French not Spanish. Not any partiality towards any language but simply the fact that you are one of the best teachers in this school. To the G, I think you loathe my existence but thanks for helping me immensely this year (Elon). To Mrs. Cooper, Mrs. Dol-bee and Aunt Tiff we’ve had some good times, keep producing good theatre although I don’t know how you are going to do this without your star vehicle (me). To Stepha-nie Watkins keep Kelly in check. Stay larger than life (literally). My favorite NCTC memory was not competing, but hanging out in the sound booth with you. Our shared horrible experience really brought us together. To Josh Wentzel, lay off the Fox News and Ann Coulter. I also leave you Elon, please come next year, you’ll have a place to stay. I, Joy “Joyful” Owens, being of “green” mind and clumsy body, do hereby bequeath, firstly, the news-paper to the very capable Brandi and Katie. I know it is in great hands girls. I leave the backroom to upperclassmen journalism kids, explore its mysteries while you can. To my BFFE Conor Kennedy I leave a promise to see you around the block neighbor. To Kristina Anderson I leave a hug for every morning of the rest of your high school career and one final “You go girl.” To Kayla Martin I leave this final shout-out and one final “party in 690!” To Torrie Minick I leave your right side on the bench (though I know you won’t find a re-placement as cool as me) and the task of creating many more cheers without me. Of course, I can’t forget, I also leave you “shellfish water” said in a very funny British accent. To the rest of the soccer team, I love you all so much and thank you for making my seinor season the best yet. To Coach Ge-rard, Mrs. Hooker, Mrs. Z, Coach Searcy, Señora Beckett and Señor Jarrin, thank you so much for being amazing teachers. To Mrs. G I leave a huge debt for always putting up with me. I owe you more thanks than I can give. And finally to my little sister Jeri I leave you a little common sense (please, please use it) and this advice from dad: don’t sweat the petty stuff and don’t pet the sweaty stuff. It’s been real, it’s been fun, it’s been real fun. Peace. I, Lindsey Fore, being of Dane Cook mind and bangin body, do hereby bequeath my coffee runs and shopping trips to Carly. To Katie I leave all the Mexican food and laughs in the world. ...nothing...! To Hoon Lee I leave you all the Snickers bars I ate that were yours. To all my other friends I leave all the fun times we have had and the good memories that were made. To certain volleyball girls, I leave you the ability to get over yourselves. Not everyone is jealous of you. To Coach Gaddy I leave you all our inappropiate con-versations that brightened your day. To Mr. Hale and Mr. Short I leave you my horrible math skills that will hopefully improve a little in college. I leave my alphabetizing skills and all the marquee letters that made my life miserable to Ms. Elliot. Maybe next year you will have a student assistant who enjoys doing that more than me. To the rest of the students still here at West, just remember that your work will pay off and you will eventually get out of here, but make the best of it while you can.

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