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Senior iSSueJune 2011

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Michael MarcantonioCo-Editor-in-Chief

High school is almost over with and I’m not sad. OK that’s a lie, I’m a little sad, but I’m so happy to be going to col-lege and to be done with this part of my life. I keep having what if thoughts about spending another year in high school, and I’m beside myself; I don’t know what I’d do if I had to repeat my senior year. I can confidently say that I’m ready to leave Guilderland High School and embark on new adventures in college.

To be honest, I did enjoy myself at GHS. Guilderland is a wonderful school district, and I’m honored that I was a part of it. I loved being a Dutchman and I will always be part of the Red Sea. I will miss coming to the Friday night football games, decked out in red and white, rooting for my fellow classmates. I will miss seeing all of my friends on a

daily basis, awkwardly smiling or saying “hi” in the hallways. Surprisingly I will miss working on The Journal every month, always pressured when deadline arrived (I actually liked the pressure around dead-line because I got work accomplished in those situations). But I think the biggest thing I’ll miss are the teachers. I can’t recall a teacher I strongly disliked. I will admit that I liked some better than others, but I’m very fortunate for all the talented teachers I’ve had. Some of them are truly the nicest people I’ve ever met and I want to thank them for shaping who I am and what I will become. One of the main reasons I am sad about leaving is because I won’t be able to see them next year.

When I first entered high school I thought I’d have all the freedom I’d want. False. This wasn’t true and I soon realized

it. All of the rules GHS has, like needing a pass to go see a teacher and needing a pass to go out to your car were just straight out ridiculous. And by the time senior year came around, I couldn’t have cared less about anything else. Never again will I have to ask to go to the bathroom, never again will I need a pass to go see a teacher, and never again will I have to do some of the tedious, useless assignments teachers would give out.

Along with my happiness of leav-ing GHS rules behind, I am happy to be leaving Guilderland as well. Driving up and down Western Avenue everyday has gotten very repetitive. I need to go someplace where I can’t name every pizza place AND ice cream store in town. I’ve lived here for all of my life and I think it’s necessary that I experience a different

way of living next year. I can’t wait to get out of Guilderland because, I have to say it, sometimes yerrrrr beat.

Writing this was a lot harder than I thought it would be because as much as I complain and say I’m happy to leave, I am going to miss this school and community. I realized that come graduation day, I will be saddened with the fact that I will be leaving everything I’ve known to start a new journey. I’m scared and nervous, but at the same time, I’m excited and ready.

I will miss Guilderland High School, and I genuinely mean that. I want to con-gratulate the Class of 2011, I love ya and hopefully I’ll see you before a reunion.

A Letter From the editor

Senior Journal Staff, 2010-2011Back (l-r): Katherine Bickmore, Abby Levy, Gregory Barber, Rory Carroll, James McQuadeMiddle (l-r): Devon Gingrich, Meghan Bodo, Anastasia Mazur, Haejin Hwang, Aimee Denn

Front (l-r): Libby Gioia, Beatrice Malsky, Michael Marcantonio

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worst. That set of awkward tenses reveal a strange truth: it’s over, but we don’t yet know what it meant. Interpretation can be left for the future. We have our whole lives to put this all into context.

Underclassmen who may be reading this, my advice to you is to go consume the above media and more as soon as possible. It’s one of the best ways to make the world bigger. Keep your mind and eyes open and your mouth closed more often than not. Other than that, you have to find your own way within the relatively narrow lines of high school life.

Fellow seniors, I hope you find some-thing of some sort of sentimental value in the next sixteen or so pages. Thank you for a great high school experience. I really needed the eggs.

Keep in touch,

Actual Senior Journal Staff, 2010-2011

A Letter From the (other) editor

Beatrice MalskyCo-Editor-in-Chief

For this final Journal issue I have just a few reflections I would like to share with you all.

Reflection #1: I should have read Kurt Vonnegut sooner.

This is less ridiculous as a reflection on four full years of life if you’re familiar with how much of a genius Mr. Vonnegut actually is. And yet some of my favorite advice from him is so blindingly simple it could be put in a cutesy font and sur-rounded with flowers and framed in a cabin bathroom:

“I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.’”

Accordingly, Reflection #2: In the large scale of Everything-with-a-capital-E, Guilderland is a pretty great place.

We’re all lucky enough to live in the richest nation in the world. We are fortu-

nate enough to have a natural command of English, the lingua franca of today’s international business, science, and tech-nology. Over 95% of our class is going to college. Our lives are at the edges of a bottleneck— from this point onwards, our worlds are only going to get exponen-tially bigger. On the whole, the Class of 2011 has been granted privileges inacces-sible to large portions of the world. It’s our humble responsibility to allocate a little brainspace for appreciation. Simply living in middle-to-upper-middle-class suburbia gives us a fairly large responsi-bility to give back to the world, and the first step towards that is stepping back every so often and recognizing how nice our lives can be.

Reflection #3: I should have watched Annie Hall sooner.

As the movie wraps up, the esteemed Mr. Allen ruminates:

“This guy goes to a psychiatrist and

says, ‘Doc, uh, my brother’s crazy; he thinks he’s a chicken.’ And, uh, the doctor says, ‘Well, why don’t you turn him in?’ The guy says, ‘I would, but I need the eggs.’ Well, I guess that’s pretty much now how I feel about relationships; y’know, they’re totally irrational, and crazy, and absurd, and... but, uh, I guess we keep goin’ through it because, uh, most of us... need the eggs.”

Which leads me to Reflection #4: High School ultimately taught me how little I know about the world, and I am ok with that.

Parts of high school were totally ir-rational and crazy and absurd, but now it’s official: all of our high school stories have already happened. If you didn’t catch that star touchdown, you never will. If you dreaded finding a lunch table each and every day, stop dreading. It’s over. For some of us, these last four years will turn out to have been the best times of our life. For others, they will have been the

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strain throughout my experiences here has provoked a myriad of fights, whines, and tears. We have changed so much since our timid freshmen year, yet the one thing that has not changed is our abil-ity to withstand anything that came our way. We went through the overwhelming pressures of college applications with as much tears as the Niagara Falls display. We have fought through those unforgiv-ing project due dates, impossible exams, witty teachers, assertive hall monitors, dramatic friends, and of course, we fought off the unavoidable black plague that never fails to infect every senior – the dreaded senioritis, which the only known cure, I’ve heard, is the short walk across the stage on graduation day.

For four years, we survived this school together; as a class, as teammates, as friends, and as family. If we could break every clock and halt every season from arriving, maybe we could stay in this mo-ment of bliss and triumph together for as long as we could. We have gotten so used to the daily routines of arriving at school in the morning and fooling around with friends in the hallway in between classes that it’s overwhelming to even think

of doing something different. We have waited for this moment all our lives – the chance to finally be free and venture the unknown world on our own. But now that it’s here, how can we even begin to predict what will come next?

It’s almost frightening to think that high school is the ultimate prelude to the rest of our lives. We’ve been pampered and fussed over and steered towards every possible path. But now, we’ve reached the end of our childhood. And on graduation day, we’ll walk away with the memories that we will never forget and a family that we will always cherish.

Walking away from all of this – the high school friends, the attentive guid-ance, the carefree times – it’s monumen-tal. We take one last glance at everything we have worked on for the past thirteen years of our education and the remaining sparks of our ignited memories suddenly

force us back to every milestone we’ve ever reached. It has been a long, vigorous challenge to shrug off the bad grades, to ignore the tainted words directed towards us, and to dig ourselves out of sticky situations. It’s difficult to comprehend that we’re so close to walking away from all of it now.

I can still remember the first day of high school where my biggest problem had been trying to avoid ultimate anni-hilation when the six-foot-five football players squeezed through the hallways. I still remember the week long bomb threats that haunted our school during freshman year, which essentially had us sitting on the scorching football field for the majority of the afternoon as they searched the school. I remember the bonfires and the late night sports games. Oh the memories!

We have tiptoed through this high school together as the innocent fresh-men lost in the wide open sea, as digni-fied sophomores more familiar with the unwritten rules, as self-assured juniors strained with the responsibility of making our names glisten outstandingly to our desired colleges, and finally, as mighty seniors with the apathetic struts. Being in this building, to say the least, is the most exhausting job a kid could ever have. But finally, this journey we’ve been on together is slowly slipping through our very fingers.

The physical, mental, and emotional

Bernadette Javier, Senior

It was an unfortunate hour: seven o’ clock. It was far too early to be awake, certainly far too early to be at school. I got off the bus, sleepwalking despite the bitter shock of cold air, and stepped into the teeming mass that was my peers. Even in my delirium I couldn’t help but notice how the building stood silhouetted against the sunrise, couldn’t help but realize that there was bound to be some grand aesthetic value here to appreciate. It might have been in how the sky chocked with clouds burned in shades of crimson and gold, or maybe in how the lights glowed warmly in the otherwise imposing edifice. Or perhaps I’m just excessively sentimental and need more sleep. In any case I could only take a superficial register of its beauty, knew I couldn’t afford to stand around enjoying the view, chasing intangibles. I had places to be or rather, places to find, it was my first day at Guilderland High School after all. So, comforted and glad for my seem-ingly mundane experience, I shouldered my backpack and kept on walking toward a new chapter in my life.

Its funny how that very first morning, a scenario I would relive –apathetically-

Michael Diana, Seniorhundreds of times over, would come to characterize my experience at GHS. One might imagine high school to be a chore, an experience wholly unworthy of prolonged reflection. And while I have done my fair share of watching the clock, I have also had a great deal of fun. I’ve met friends to laugh and com-miserate with me, met teachers who’ve challenged and inspired me and made fond memories that will long outlive the not-so-fond ones (I admit there were a few). More often than not I would stop myself to realize that- despite tests and papers (and more tests) - I hadn’t a care in the world. But even for all that, even now, I feel as though I haven’t had the time to gain more than a superficial registry of all that Guilderland has to offer. Surely I would’ve needed more than four years to do so. Again I find myself struggling to articulate the intangible comfort I feel at Guilderland and again, just as I did on my very first day, I realize I have little time for sentimentality. A new chapter in my life has begun and all I can do now is face it head on, ever thankful for the chapter I’m about to conclude here at Guilderland High School.

SunSetS, Sentimentality, & exhauStion

It’s almost frightening to think that high school is the ultimate prelude to the rest of our lives.

We have tip-toed through this high school together as the innocent freshmen lost in the wide open sea...

mileStoneS endingS, & beginningS

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CouChes, Camels, & blissingAndrew Federov, Freshman

It is really hard to believe that I’m halfway done with high school. Fresh-man year seems like just yesterday, and the beginning of this year seems only to be five hours ago. It was definitely a year of greater expectations. Our teach-ers expected more out of us, our peers expected more out of us, and I think we expected more out of ourselves. Next year we will be upperclassmen, and the year after that, seniors. I know it’s a big shock, at least for me, that there is only two more years before leaving GHS for college.

The increase in the amount of work was one of the hardest parts about sophomore year. Deadlines were stricter, tests were harder, and I spent a lot more time on homework. It was difficult to adjust at first, but by the third week of September, spending more than an hour on homework became a normal thing. Of course, my old habit of procrastinating did not help to reduce the amount of work. Many advisories were spent doing last minute homework before chemistry or math, not to mention the infinite num-ber of textbook pages my global teacher gave us to read. Next year will probably mean double the amount of work, but I’m up for the challenge.

Even with all the work, there was still time for fun. It was my second year at-tending school traditions like the Cultural Fair, Friday night football games, and it was my first year seeing the school play and Guilderland Gold. For some reason, school events are sometimes labeled as lame, but that is a word I would never use to describe them. School events give you a chance to hang out with your friends and see what your classmates are capable of. Amazing dancers, athletes, and actors walk by us in the hallway everyday. The amount of talent at Guilderland is incred-ible and that is something I’m glad I got to witness myself this year.

As the end of the year gets closer, my stress level has begun to rise. Final projects and tests are always in the back of my mind. The number of days until Regents Week is alarmingly small and, in a way, I feel like a freshman again, scared to death of failing one or more of my final tests. It is hard to stay calm when there’s so much work still to be done but less than a month of school left to do it all. My time as a sophomore is running out more quickly than I would like, but looking back on the year, I am proud to say that it was a fantastic year.

Nina Obwald, Sophomore

Football, expeCtations, & stress

I’ve only really learned one thing this year, and that is a pleasant way to live.

In high school the mandate, it seems, is that you do everything worrying about what colleges will think of it. This goes against how you should live. If you follow the mandate you will be flushed into a world of melancholic apathy. The image of a college admissions board is one of a group of elderly conservative people who wear corduroy coats with off-color patches and wide rim glasses. They dictate the camel race of life. If you get bored, shoot the camel, drain its water into a bottle and walk in a more interesting direction. That’s the right way to live.

This morning, in an old apartment building in Pine Hills, where once resided Thatcher, but now my grandparents live, I went upstairs to see their beatnik neigh-bor. He used to be Greg, but now he calls himself Tony. I wanted to give him a Tommy Dorsey record and to ask if he had a copy of Romeo and Juliet, which I needed to write an essay on Mercutio. But I had forgotten my copy in that trai-torous whirlpool called a locker, which at the worst moment takes from me all I find value in, but I won’t worry until it swallows a human.

Tony duped me into watching a video about the ryhmes of Cassius Clay. I had planned to write one of these but I thought “if I get it done, it’s an extra article and if I don’t, well, nobody was going to read it anyway.” After the video was over he told me that the only edition of Shakespeare he had was a 70 pound book. I was a little disapointed but he suggested “Why don’t we go to the library?” We started walking down the street toward the library with Tony’s shitsu, Franky, and saw a upon a patch of grass between the sidewalk and the road a couch and a table. We sat down and after a few minutes and decided “forget the

library, this couch is comfortable”. The verb to describe the hour and a half we had on that couch talking as cars drove by and honked and we toasted them with

cups full of lemonade can be found in Russian, and roughly translated it would be something like blissing.

When he felt the first tiny droplets of the evil rain to come Tony decided that it was worth it to bring the table up to his apartment before it started raining hard. When we came back to the couch there was a dark stranger. We asked him if he wanted the couch. He confirmed our suspicions. We three made our struggle in the general direction which the stranger pointed, lifting the couch until we could stand to hold it no longer and switched places with the man holding the pillows. The couch dragged in the general direc-tion the stranger, named Al, pointed in until he mentioned that he lived about 20 minutes away.

We stopped under a tree and it was rain-ing pretty hard by now. We stood for about half an hour with thumbs outstretched towards any pick-up truck that passed. Standing in the pouring rain, in flip flops, shorts, and a hoodie, I realized that, though this was the right way to live, I’d probably catch pneumonia.

Standing in the pouring rain, in flip flops, shorts, and a hoodie, I realized that, though this was the right way to live, I’d probably catch pneu-monia.

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I entered sophomore year thinking I could breeze through it. I didn’t plan on any of my classes being too hard and I really looked forward to making friends with more people and basically just “chill-ing” out. On the contrary, this year came, quite frankly, as a wake up call.

First of all, I had signed up for the hardest course this year. I can easily say AP European History dominated my life. I would spend three or more hours a day reading the textbook, memorizing it, and then getting the worst grades I ever received. I spent months figuring out which way was the best way to study for this, but nothing proved to worked. This ended with me becoming upset and super stressed out. I lost a lot of sleep, but I am glad I worked so hard. I proved to myself that I could work that hard. I can succeed if I really wanted to.

“Shoot for the moon; even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars,” was always a quote that I thought sounded pretty. It was “deep” and sounded cool, but it was just another inspirational quote. This year, however, I figured it out. Set your goals high. If you do, there’s always a chance of achieving them. When they’re low, there’s a higher chance of achieving your goals, but the potential for more is blocked off. When I was down, and told myself that I couldn’t do this, I couldn’t do that, my mom would say- set your goals high, even if they seem unreason-able, and work towards them.

I am the co-vice president of my class (2013) along with another student. I can’t say we worked together much this year though. We both held the title, we campaigned together, and we worked hard for class events. Yes, our class did reach success, but I can’t say much com-munication went on between us. It marks

a significant falling out for me, and I hope the next campaign- that is promising to look tumultuous- will go smoothly.

In my elementary years, I was intro-verted and didn’t talk much. In middle school, seventh grade marked the year when everybody changed- for better and for worse. I went through a confused stage: who were my friends? Who can I trust? What does it mean to be popular? I decided to reshape myself for eighth grade. I built up my confidence and tried to find a means of figuring out my own style. I didn’t let social problems get in the way of work, and I developed a close knot of friends. Things changed so much in my freshman year. I was put in honors classes and I lost touch with some of my friends. When one doesn’t have classes with another at GHS, it seems really hard to keep up that relationship. A common ground isn’t so common anymore, and two people drift apart. That happened to about 90% of my friends from middle school. Cliques formed (quite distinctly) and I had to find myself a new knot. I did, and I was happy again. This year, I am very content with my friends. It’s not a huge bubble of people, but these are people I’ve come to trust with anything.

When somebody asks me how my sophomore year was, I respond: it was boring. It was busy, mainly just a lot of work, but nothing really happened. And that’s true. For me, this year, it was all work, no fun. My sister went through the college application process, and I’ve come to realize that what I do today, tomorrow, the next year, will determine my life. I am holding these days precious, and I am working hard. I really do hope that my results reflect my means.

Haewon Hwang, Sophomore

APUSH, cliqUeS, & AmbitionS

Bram Peterson, Junior

cHeckliStS, collegeS,& brAm

Junior year is just about over, and I am quite happy. As I expected, it was the hardest year of school I had ever expe-rienced. This makes sense, seeing that grades tend to get harder as the numbers get bigger, but still- it’s junior year. It’s just thought of as “that year” where you need to get your act together and do work because you’re not going to be in

high school much longer. It was that year when you kind of wake up and think “I won’t be here in two years,” and it’s kind of scary. I don’t know what I want to do with my life; I don’t even know what elective I want to take senior year.

Junior year is kind of like a never-ending checklist, where you cross off one thing and the next three show up on

the horizon. Congrats, the SAT is over, get ready for the ACT. Oh good job, now study for that AP test that you have. Wait you have two of those, have fun with that. Did you remember to take your SAT Sub-ject Tests too? Don’t forget to keep your grades up, colleges are watching. But be well rounded too, those extracurriculars look good on that application. Oh, and if you feel like it go visit some colleges too. And learn to drive and get your license. And get your community service hours in, need those. Oh, don’t forget to have a life too, that’s kind of important.

Some classes watch movies and play kickball while others assign practice Re-gents every class, but one way or another every class begins to wind down this time of year. Whether their teachers are bury-ing them with review sheets or just trying to get them to show up for class, summer is the main thing on the minds of most juniors. A well-deserved reprieve from waking up at six in the morning, five days a week and coming home with a backpack full of homework.

Summer will be fun, but the checklist will still be in the back of my mind. Col-lege is still right around the corner, and sooner than later I’ll be back on the road visiting campuses, filling out applications and trying to find the essence of “Bram” into a five hundred word essay. This should be fun. But there will be plenty of time to stress about going to college next year. Now I can just say goodbye to junior year, hello to summer, and see you later to all my stresses for a while.

Junior year is kind of like a never-ending checklist, where you cross off one thing and the next three show up on the horizon.

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set to prolong too long, a victory to re-main standing in the end among others, or without.

Then, the soldier too the first fall. “And after a test, it is not in your interest to tell the other class what’s on it. When it comes down to class rank and colleges, the margin between those above and be-low you will be a tenth of a point.” She cleared her throat and continued, “Look around, these people are competitors in the very end.”

The bell rang and I glanced at the master of Whisker and Mitten. Indeed, some things fail to meet the eyes.

Tennis season came to a close in the second week of October. Practice was daily after school, and on occasion the cross country team would run by the courts. We would then become a herd of grazing cattle, they, galloping gazelles.

But despite the mellowness of the sport, the weight of my tweed tote and its contents became apparent within a week after cessation of play. I traded in the navy bag for an aquamarine Timber-

High school began on the second day in first period geometry. She laid down code of conduct, and then swept the classroom for names, grades and some characteristics not meeting the eye. Descriptions were crisp and dead end conversations.

I have two cats. Ah. Names? Whisker and Mitten. Mitten is a

short hair.Twenty five students outlined their

life stories, and those of feline friends. I dropped an invisible penny into the imaginary wishing well and made a silent plea for lessons to start. Scandalous, I know.

Our first unit was logic. If logic starts now, then we will finish in a school year minus one day. Very logical.

Upperclassmen with under eye circles and callused fingers—walking, breathing epitomes of the fruit high school bears. And freedom? It can keep its freedom. This was to me the beginning of a battle,

I wanted to consume myself with school. I didn’t know it had already begun consuming me.

I remained faithful to my Swiss, even

more so to the contents within. I was on a fast track, one track, one stop, train to success. It never occurred to me that a train would run out of fuel. What did trains run on anyone? I hadn’t a clue. So I threw in everything I had. I gasped for air. The air was toxic. But, were these not the fumes of excellence?

And then the little soldier realized, she’d gotten on the wrong train.

Dad why is it so hard?And she cried herself a river.If you loved me you’d home school me!Built herself a bridge. What do you mean I’m building my own

mountains?Watched the smoky clouds clear from

the summit. And prayed to God that no one steps

on that train.

Whisker, Mittens, & bridgesJustina Liu, Freshman

land backpack. Aquamarine was still in season then.

And in the Timberland were the to do’s, should do’s, and haven’t done’s, that moved rhythmi-cally with my fatigued figure. I fantasized about leaving it, perhaps under a tree, somewhere in Bethlehem, in Bethle-hem, Palestine for that matter! And that some poor person would find it and the contents within would become theirs. I treaded on, like a soldier would stride with his bag, because in it were the necessities for his survival, or at least that’s what they told him.

I began the New Year with a new backpack, Swiss Army this time. The left strap on the Timberland had ripped, rob-bing it of any preference over my original tote. It was black, masculine, and rather ugly, but it freed my eyes from my old carry’s blue tint, which bore a disturbingly strong resemblance to the grade speed background. The toughness, brutality, and intensely studious aura— the way it told school to suck it—especially satiat-ing. With a companion on my back, I

strolled the halls for three weeks leading up to midterms with a determina-

tion to be reach, be, academic perfection.

Like a soldier. Get the enemy before he gets you.

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A long time ago (it seems a lifetime) I remember being in second grade and looking up at the giant sixth graders who came back to see their elementary school teachers from years before. Like most of my memories from more than a couple years ago, it seems out of focus, as if viewed through old glasses. Finishing a year of high school feels just like trying to think back on years-old memories. Most of the year is difficult to recall, but small aspects seem to be superimposed on a much larger memory like highlights in a thousand-page paper. I’m not saying that the year went by so quickly or another cliché sentiment because honestly, it was a lot of work. There were days that went by without any sleep, but they only made the weekends more refreshing.

In a year of classes it’s impossible to remember everything. All that can be recalled are little snippets of reality augmented with wishful thinking. Every once in a while a moment is recalled in perfect clarity but more often than not, it is only the true turning points that are remembered. At the end of each year we are constantly reminded of how time is running out, but not necessarily in

a negative way. I always imagined high school as just one big carnival game where you drop a ball down a vertical board with pegs for it to bounce off of. It is impossible to predict which slot the ball will ultimately end up in, and yet its path is determined by the obstacles it meets on the way down. In high school, our final destination is determined by each individual choice, or peg, we meet. It is impossible to predict the effect of the choices that we make, but down the line, each can make a profound impact.

Looking back on the year, all I can do is hope I made the right choices, hoping I didn’t miss an opportunity that would have changed my life. But in truth, look-ing back serves no purpose. Absolutely nothing will come of analyzing every action that I’ve made in the last nine months. And for that I am grateful that my memory isn’t crystal clear. Who would want to live life saddled down by the ever-growing knowledge of the mistakes that one has made? I for one would rather spend my time looking forward into the future and hoping that the carnival game of life isn’t rigged.

HigHligHts, cHoices, & pegboards Isaac Malsky, Freshman

Go straight at the walk-in. Dodge to the left at Powderpuff. Stop at the bubble sheet… now park. Much to the dismay of many newly-licensed juniors, there is no GPS to help you coast through GHS. In fact, the road race to graduation would not be complete without the up-hill sprint that is 11th grade. At year’s end we’re all nearing the point of collapse…as well as the winner’s circle. After summiting the peak, our award is a hard-earned diploma.

Though our schedules are filled with AP’s and SAT’s, 11th graders at Guilder-land are lacking on the ZZZ’s. As the Regents curriculum picks up the pace, tasks are packed into our A-Pads like freshmen in the lobby. Life becomes a balancing act; the typical teen juggles a DBQ essay, a Spanish project, a Chem-istry quiz and the almighty road test in any given week. Admittedly, I’ve spent many late nights dozing off at my desk and fending off a premature case of senioritis. My flash drive is now on the brink of overflow, and McManus notes are bursting the seams of my backpack. Yet despite these side effects of academic overload, the knowledge I’ve gained has given me strength, nourishing my mind in preparation for the future.

Often while mapping out the course of our future, many of us encounter a fork in the road. Which path are we going to choose for our lives? After numerous guidance meetings, talks with teachers

and perhaps some early college visits, many juniors have begun to explore new possibilities. But for those still feeling lost, be it known that 11th grade is not a lone hike up the pike. Thankfully, we are accompanied by our classmates along the trek; together we cram for exams, fawn over university lawns, and vent about the drama that we’re soon to leave behind.

These same companions also ac-company us on the enjoyable pit-stops to graduation. Whether you’re a home-coming fan amidst the Red Sea at last, or a Varsity Dutchman finally fighting under the lights, junior year is a time of social growth and experience. This year, we sported class shirts to show off our first day swag, no longer held back by underclassmen jitters. This year, we transformed Chipotle into 2012 head-quarters, meeting up for hearty laughs and burritos with our buds. This year, lunchtime banter turned to plans for the prom, where Guilderland guys looked spiffy in their tuxes, escorting trendy ladies in tones of tan.

With our cheeks still sore from photo ops and hands still cramped from essays, we wave goodbye to the senior class as they venture beyond the peak. Although in the long run we too will be heading in different directions, for now let’s rejoice in scaling the hill. Although junior year took us for quite a loop, it’s finally our turn on top.

road races, cHipotle, & tHe ZZZ’sJulianne Legnard, Junior

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Bittersweet is how I would describe senior year, a time filled with bitter fights between people who have been placed in the same building for 12 years, bitter memories coming back to haunt us as we forgot the lessons that we were sup-posed to have learned, and bitter tears as we say goodbye to one another and take our separate paths that probably won’t intersect after high school.

Sitting at the top of the food chain, we enjoyed the sweet taste of power--running the Red Sea, clogging up the senior hallway simply because we could, and being allowed into the senior lounge. We showed the school that we were here to leave a legacy.

Tired is another word that I would use to describe the school year. We were all tired of having to do work and thought senior year would be a breeze--and it was, but not until April. Before then we had homework, tests to study for, college apps that needed to be finished, and sports to play. Basically, junior year ended nearly a year too late. (Good luck, Class of 2012…)

We’re still tired, even though most of us have checked out. We’re tired of report cards being sent home (because by fourth quarter, who bothers doing homework

anymore, let alone showing up to school for a full five days?). Classes deemed un-necessary by the college-bound student body slowly melt away as fewer and fewer bother to show up--especially if they were first or fourth block. The day consists of only second and third block for a fourth quarter senior

High school seems like it shouldn’t be over yet, but we are so glad that it is. Not that GHS is a bad place to be at, but the stories and the weekend experiences of college have made us more than ready to leave the halls of high school and move on to bigger and better things. High school has taught us the basics of how to get things done, and how to do our best with minimal sleep. The real challenge is what awaits us.

Senior year has seemed to speed up and slow down at certain points along the way, and all of us have had college in the back of our minds since the last first day we came to school. Leaving the school will be sad (though more so for some than for others), but will more likely be exciting for everyone as we leave to go on and have more adventures than we could have ever imagined.

Libby Gioia, Senior

Bitter, sweet, & tired

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With only days left until graduation, I look back on the past four years with mixed feelings. Looking at senior year alone, so much has changed since the first day sticker frenzy, and after a year of way too many hours dedicated to talking about college, I can’t wait to finally get there. But as excited as I may be to finally live life as a full-time Bearcat, there are certainly some things from high school that I’ll miss--most of all, the people, and, for good or bad, an endless list of unforgettable memories and moments.

Despite all of its low points, I can honestly say that I really enjoyed high school. Yes, of course there’s pointless drama, annoying people, and stupid classes, but at the same time, if you push past all that there are some solid things to be taken away from the experience. Over the years I’ve had a few fantastic teach-ers, and as nerdy as it sounds, they are a part of some of my favorite memories. I mean, how could I honestly forget jamming out to oldies during labs with Mr. Arnold, or high intensity high five races before Mr. Renaud’s tests, or hard core bird watching in 11X? I can only hope that I have many more moments like those to come.

While I’m fairly certain everyone can agree that Guilderland isn’t exactly the most exciting place in the world, I’ve been able to find people and things to do that make everyday life not quite as painfully

mundane. I guess I’ve never been the kind of person who’s had (or wanted to have) a set group of friends, and that has made me so happy. I feel like I’ve been able to form a nice variety of friendships--from best friends since elementary school to friendships only formed a few months ago--but regardless, I know there is a select handful of people that I’m really going to miss seeing every day next year.

High school finally gives you the opportunity to find things that you re-ally love doing and, if you put forth the energy, really get into them. Surprisingly enough for me, traveling became a huge passion of mine. Going on the trips to Costa Rica and the Mediterranean Coast were amazing, and they meant all the more to me when they helped me land my first job at Mickey D’s. Just this year, join-ing Cross Country was literally the best decision I’ve ever made and just proves that it is always possible to find something new to love--you just need to look.

High school can be a pretty bad experience if you just decide to just stay in your group of friends, go to the same parties every weekend, and take the same boring classes, but who knows? All I know is that regardless of its rep, I’ve had some great times and found some amazing people in high school.

Dev Gingrich, Senior

Costa riCa, Cross Country, & high five raCes

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We began our final year together on an early September morning. Gathered in the back lot, we represented our Dutch-men pride by sporting the infamous “Senior Pinnie”. Throughout the fall, the Red Sea gathered on Friday nights to support the football team in typical Dutchmen fashion. The Red Sea’s shin-ing moment came when we silenced the 7,000 Shen fans at their homecoming. Moving through the winter and spring, Senioritis ravaged our seniors like the plague, but we never lost our Dutchmen spirit. We consistently made an effort to support our friends in whatever endeavor they set out upon whether it be sports, concerts, or plays.

Senior year brought about three main questions that you probably discussed on a daily basis: “Where did you apply?” “Where did you get accepted?” and “Where are you going next year?” The question “Where did you apply?” was probably the most frequent in the fall. College applications and the Common App dominated our lives and caused more stress than most could handle. The spring brought about both excitement and disappointment as we anxiously received our responses from the colleges and the question “Where did you get ac-cepted?” became an everyday occurrence. Finally, we moved into our final stage of the year: “Where are you going next

year?” As GHS hallways overflowed with college apparel, indications of one of the biggest decisions of our lives finally ma-terialized. Regardless of where each of us is headed next year, the fact that we took this long journey together means that we will always share the Dutchmen bond.

What makes us so special is the spirit we all possess. We are Dutchmen and as we move on from high school, we always will be. Every senior knows what it means to be a Dutchman; it means wearing a suit of red at least once a week, it means supporting our friends in their sports or other activities, it means being a part of a larger family. Whether you’re staying local or moving thousands of miles away for college, or meeting new friends, teachers, and mascots, you will forever remember who you were from the beginning. Before all else, you were a Dutchmen and will continue to be one.

I would like to take an opportunity to congratulate the entire class of 2011 and wish them all the best of luck. Our four years together were merely the beginning. Graduation doesn’t mean the end; it means the start of something even bigger and better for each and every one of us. Never forget how proudly we once wore our red shirts and how much our Dutch-men community meant to us.

Pinnies, the Red sea, & communityDustin Maguire, Senior

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It’s a weird thing being a senior. Lunch dates happen a lot more often, it’s acceptable to dress up as a lifeguard for school, and teachers will plan their schedules around the days they know everyone in the class will skip. Every senior transforms into a completely care-free individual. For the first time, people stop caring about literally everything from grades to due dates to outfits to how people percieve them. We’re all kind of grown up now, starting to branch out into our own lives but still floating in that lazy space between being a highschooler and being a college student.

You know you’re a senior when all conversations you have with anyone somehow leads right back to college. Your friends, your teachers, your relatives, your dental hygienist, random customers at work; they all start to ask about what your plans are for next year. However, I don’t have plans. I have a location and a program to study, but from there I’m just going to roll with the punches. It’s impos-sible to plan for everything because we have absolutely no idea what the coming semester will be like. We can pretend we know what college life will be like based off of what older siblings tell us, but we will never truly know until we spend a few nights on campus.

I’m going completely random for roommate and housing, I don’t know yet what kind of clubs, if any, I’m going to join, I barely know how to get around campus. But that’s exactly how it should be. I want to step into a completely dif-ferent world and be forced to figure out everything on my own. I want to be out

of my comfort zone and challenged to deal with it. I’m most excited to be in charge of everything I do. No longer will I need permission to go to the bathroom or a pass to walk two doors down the hall. I will be able do what I want when I want. I am so ready for that freedom.

Not only that, but freedom from our long established reputations. We have been with about the same group of peo-ple for the past thirteen years. I know that you cried at your first sleepover, and I know something about you that you probably don’t want anyone to know, I know how different you act outside of school, and I know who you “like liked” when we were ten. We all know each other. We are each other’s comfort zone. Even the random kids I never talk to I’m going to miss next year. You were always there walking past me in the hall or sitting at the lunch table next to mine, and now you’re gone. Everything will be different. After June 25, I might not ever see you again. It’s crazy we’ve spent six hours a day, five days a week for the past thirteen years together and now we’re done. We had high school together but good luck with the rest of your life. We are done.

Looking back, we’ve come a long way but the road ahead of us is limitless, which is scary and exciting and nerve-wracking and exhilarating. Real life is out there waiting. In the words of Nicki Minaj, “We done did everything they could think of, greatness is what we’re on the brink of.”

Nikki Smolenski, Senior

Lunch dates, comfoRts zone, & Lack theReof

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Class of 2011

Kirsten Ackerman Marist College Undecided

Daniel Ainspan SUNY Oneonta Music Industry

David Ainspan HVCC Paramedicine

Yunis Alloush HVCC Biology

Justine Aloise North Carolina State University Nuclear Engineering

Michael Alsante HVCC Physical Education

Jomar Alvarez Military Army

Torin Anders SUNY Geneseo Undecided

Jasmine Andres Employment Employment

Haley Anderson Le Moyne College Criminology

Laura Anderson Syracuse University Journalism

Gabrielle Andrea Elmira College Nursing

Elizabeth Angleson University Of Hartford BFA Dance Performance

Nikki Anthony College of Saint Rose Childhood Education

Veronica Anthony HVCC Undecided

Janelle Anziano SCCC Culinary

Wade Appleby Norwich University Computer Security & Informations Assurance

Brandon Armony SUNY Morrisville Business Administration

Brianna Askew Keuka College Occupational Therapy

Mutia Assyifa Unknown Unknown

Dylan August Western New England College Undecided

Nicholas Austin HVCC Mechanical Engineering Technology

Kari Balogh Penn State University Civil Engineering

Carli Barbarotto Nazareth College Communication Sciences and Disorders

Gregory Barber Columbia University Political Science-Economics

Adam Barbera HVCC Physical Education

Frederick Basile Employment Employment

Shaina Bass Russell Sage College Nursing

Kevin Bates Johnson & Wales University Culinary Arts

Megan Bauer SUNY Oneonta Early/Childhood Education B-6

Maxene Beale-MacBeth Tompkins Cortland CC Liberal Arts

Stephen Beattie HVCC Electricity

Joshua Beck Employment Employment

Cameron Becker HVCC Criminal Justice

Steven Bellegarde SUNY New Paltz Adolescence Education

Zachary Belokopitsky University of Miami Finance

Jessica Ben-Yishay Pace University Undecided

Terence Bender Jr St.John Fisher Sports Management and Law

Mikayla Bennett SCCC Nutrition

Daniel Bennison Georgia Southern University Business Administration

Thomas Benson SUNY Oswego Finance/Accounting

Tyler Berberick HVCC Undecided

Katherine Bickmore Hamilton College Studio Art

Katherine Bierman MICA Fiber or Illustration

Jonathan Bintz SUNY Potsdam Music Education

Catherine Biondo Syracuse University Chemical Engineering

Joshua Blaauboer HVCC Criminal Justice

Meghan Bodo Tufts University International Relations and Economics

Nathan Boehm HVCC Nursing

Kathryn Bolognino HVCC Architecture

James Bondi SUNY Potsdam Archeology

Eric Bowers SUNY Alfred Mechanical Engineering Technology

Dannielle Bratt Suny Oneonta Biology

Rebecca Brittell Employment Employment

Harry Brodsky SUNY Buffalo Undecided

Brandon Brown HVCC Undecided

Michael Buchanan Employment Employment

Jordan Burns SUNY Morrisville Criminal Justice

Kaitlyn Butler Capital Region Career Tech Nursing

Matthew Callanan Castleton College Business

Daniel Calzadilla SUNY Buffalo Chemical Engineering

Reynalyn Canchela Union College Biology

Anthony Cannistraci College of Saint Rose Business

Ryan Cardiff SUNY Canton Criminal Justice

Ellie Carr UMass Amherst Undecided

Rory Carroll SUNY Binghamton Biology

Matthew Cattell HVCC Individual Studies

Rachael Cerutti University of Connecticut Elementary Education

John Ciccarelli Pace University International Marketing

Mark Ciccarelli Gap year in Switzerland -

Kristin Clark Xavier University Chemistry or Biology

Colin Clarke Temple University Film

Brandon Cleveland HVCC Liberal Arts

James Clum Dolan HVCC Gallery Management

Dominique Cochrane Undecided Undecided

Hannah Cohen St. Lawrence University Economics and Global Studies

Dallas Colavito Coastal Carolina University Exercise and Sports Sciences

Cassandra Cole SUNY Oswego Undecided

Kimberly Coleman College of Saint Rose Secondary Education

MacKenzie Collins Employment Employment

College Destinations

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Laura Cox SUNY Delhi Biology

Andrew Coy Canisius College Biology

Justine Cozza MCLA Undecided

Haley Crast Keene State Elementary Education

Amanda Cubello Endicott College Journalism

Daniel Curry HVCC Computer Technician and Administration

Kevin Danckert SUNY Delhi Electrical Construction

Rachel Danto UMass Amherst Communications

Felicia Danzy HVCC Nursing

Jennifer David University of Chicago English

Michael Davis University of Vermont Psychology

Michael Dawson HVCC Architecture

Jasmine Day American University Communications

Giuliana De Angelis SUNY Cortland Undecided

Brandon Dederick HVCC Electrical Trades

Vincent DelBene SUNY Buffalo Engineering

Victoria Deluise SUNY Oswego Undecided

Benjamin Des Moines Western New England College Biomedical Engineering

Sean Desch SUNY Plattsburgh Criminal Justice

Kirstyn Desrosiers HVCC Undecided

Sabrina Devine Employment Employment

James Diana Orlo School of Cosmotology Cosmetology

Michael Diana Hamilton College History

Brendan Doak SUNY Oneonta Elementary Education

Caleb Doak HVCC Architectural Technology

Michael Donadio Clarkson Universtiy Political Science

Justin Donohue HVCC Undecided

Nicholas Dorato New School of Radio and Television Broadcast communications

William Dougherty Rochester Institute of Technology Computer Science

Sean Doyle Roger Williams University Graphic Design

Elizabeth Drooby SUNY Binghamton Physics

Tess Dube Le Moyne College Undecided

Alessia Duca SUNY Buffalo Biology

Jordan Duke St. Lawrence University Biology

Nicholas Dunn HVCC Pre Law (Marines)

Andrew Durand HVCC Liberal Arts

Alexander Dvorscak SUNY Buffalo Political Science

Lauren Dvorscak Syracuse University History

Emily Easley Roger Williams University Psychology

Janet Eckhardt SCCC Culinary

Jacob Eisele Trade School Trade School

Meg Eisele SUNY Cobelskill Animal Science

Rachael Ellenbogen SUNY Stony Brook Journalism

Taylor Evanchick HVCC Humanities and Social Sciences

Thomas Fiacco Military Military

Nicholas Flaherty SUNY Oswego Business

Shane Foley Roger Williams University Business

Courtney Franklin Undecided Undecided

Dominick Futia HVCC Undecided

David Gao University of Waterloo Computing and Financial Management

Christopher Gareau SCCC Music Performance

Dominic Gemmiti Western New England College Undecided

Andrew Genovese University of Maryland Criminology/Criminal Justice

Aimee George-Denn SUNY Geneseo Pre Medical

Lawrence Gerchikov SUNY Binghamton Biology

Waliyat Ghaffar Undecided Undecided

Naeem Gibson-Ancrum North Carolina A&T State Nanoscale Engineering

Devon Gingrich SUNY Binghamton International Relations

Elisabeth Gioia SUNY Stony Brook Psychology

Julian Girard Siena College Undecided

Daniel Golderman Quinnipiac University Accounting

Kara Goodknight HVCC Undecided

Cereena Gordon SUNY Plattsburgh Spanish

Michael Gouvakis HVCC Business

Steven Gouvakis Siena College Mathematics

Theresa Graffeo Siena College History

Louis Greco Fairfield University Psychology

Kyle Greenhouse HVCC Electrical Construction & Maintenance

Victoria Gregory SUNY Albany Math or Accounting

Alyssa Grogan Hartwick College Undecided

Mia Guyette SUNY Plattsburgh Nutrition

Christopher Halloran Undecided Undecided

Audra Hamill Nazareth College Italian and International Studies

Michelle Hand SUNY Buffalo Political Science

Adam Hart SUNY Albany Civil Engineering

Alicia Hatker Employment Employment

Danielle Heath University of Rhode Island Writing and Rhetoric

Amber Hedjazi SUNY Buffalo Nursing

John Patrick Henry Siena College Business

Yvonia Hepburn SUNY Oneonta Political Science

Stephanie Hilson Siena College Undecided

Cori Hilt Covenant College Biology/Pre-Med

Heather Hitt SUNY Albany Criminal Justice

Brandon Hoenig SUNY Oswego Unknown

Meghan Collins SUNY Binghamton Undecided

Louis Coluccio HVCC Auto Trades

Kameron Connor SUNY IT Computer Science

Elijah Cooley HVCC Architectural Technology

Danielle Cooper SUNY Cortland Childhood Education

Alexis Cortese Utica College Occupational Therapy

John Evans SUNY Oswego Accounting

Kelsey Evans HVCC Sociology/Human Services & Social Sciences

Nikole Evereth SUNY Albany Psychology

James Fanciullo SUNY Albany Undecided

Andrew Faragon HVCC Sports Management/Business

Carleen Farruggia HVCC Nursing/Individual Study

Zachary Favreau HVCC Criminal Justice

Allison Feinman SUNY Potsdam Undecided

Bradley Fellner HVCC X-ray Tech

David Fengshi Cornell University Engineering

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Christopher Joseph College of Saint Rose Business Administration/Economics

Jared Joseph Employment Employment

Carli Jurczynski Marist College Communications

Kelly Kane HVCC Undecided

Nicholas Kappes HVCC Liberal Arts

Christopher Kaszluga SUNY Plattsburgh History

Sean Keegan SCCC Nanotechnology

Nolan Kehn Universal Technical Institute Diesel Mechanic

Mary Kelly SUNY Cortland Speech and Language Disabilities

Ryan Kenyon St. Bonaventure University Undecided/Business

Christian Kernozek SUNY Plattsburgh English

Sarah Khaliqi HVCC Undecided

Zoe King Barnard College Undecided

Jared Kline SUNY Oswego Biological Sciences (Pre-Med)

Andrew Klug Clarkson University Engineering

Amy Knapp Austin Beauty School Cosmetology

Michelle Knightes HVCC Undecided

Chrystie Koottumkal HVCC Liberal Arts

Rachel Korman SUNY New Paltz Undecided

Audra Kowalczyk SUNY Brockport Biology/Earth Science

Joshua Kraushaar SUNY Buffalo Mechanical Engineering

Tiffany Krofft SCCC Humanities/Social Sciences

Nicole LaFreniere SUNY Cortland Secondary Education/Biology

Renee LaFreniere SUNY Oswego Psychology

Aaron Lally HVCC Individual Studies

Jenna Lamparski SUNY Oneonta Psychology

Devan Landry Marymount Manhattan College Dance

Sarah Lansaw Hobart and William Smith College Art History

Stephanie Lasselle Houghton College Music Education

Connor Lassonde HVCC Mechanical Engineering Technology

John Lavelle Louisiana State University Mechanical Engineer

Richard Lavare SUNY Cobleskill Fisheries and Wildlife

Kayla Leach Daemen College Art Education

Sugyeong Lee College in Korea Pastry Art

Brandon Leichman SUNY Cobleskill Paramedics/Physical Education

Dominick Lemme HVCC Undecided

Erica Lenseth Springfield College Early Childhood Education

Megan Malamood Villanova University Undecided

Danielle Malitz University of Michigan Biology

Beatrice Malsky University of Chicago Neuroscience/Linguistics

Sabihah Mamdani Albany College of Pharmacy Pharmacy

Sindhura Mandava SUNY Binghamton Political Science/Economics/Pre-Med

Michael Marcantonio Syracuse University Finance and Marketing

Jessica Marini Le Moyne College Biology

Katelyn Markellos HVCC Undecided

Connor Marshall HVCC Communications

Danielle Martin Russell Sage College Early Childhood Education

Deirdre Martin Hartwick College Undecided

Jamie Martin HVCC Engineering

Alexandra Martini University of Connecticut Business

Whitney Massey HVCC Undecided

Nicholas Mastrianni Bentley University Business

William Matthews Paul Smith’s College Wildlife Sciences

Anastasia Mazur Ithaca College English Education

Jonathan McBride II Albany College of Phamacy Pharmacy

Shamyr McCain Mohawk Vallley CC Psychology

Carle McDonald HVCC Accounting

Nicholas McDonnell Military Army

Dana McLaughlin School of Visual Arts Fine Arts

Amber McNeal Bowie State University Biology

James McQuade Cornell University Mechanical Engineering

Meghan Meddleton SUNY Cortland Criminology

Francesca Mesiti SUNY Oswego Public Relations

Harima Mian SUNY Albany Biology

Hannah Miele Nyack College Vocal Performance

Timothy Miller Trade School Trade School

Tyler Mitchell SUNY Oneonta Environmental Science

Brian Moore Jr HVCC Marketing/Advertisement

Hannah Morier SUNY Oneonta Undecided

John Patrick Horan Nazareth College Physical Therapy

Michael Horan Herkimer County CC Digital Film Making

Justin Horne HVCC Physical Education

Melissa Horton Le Moyne College Biology

Conor Hurley SUNY Buffalo Accounting

Katherine Hutson SUNY Binghamton Philosophy, Politics and Law

Haejin Hwang Cornell University Government /International Relations

Daniel Japikse HVCC Business Administration

Robert Jenks III HVCC Human Services

Traci Jill Hartwick College Pre-Med, Biology

Lindsey Johnson SUNY Oneonta Geography

Taylor Johnston SCCC Business/Agricultural Business

Matthew Jones Herkimer CC Accounting

Jessica LePore College of Saint Rose Undecided

Abigail Levy Pennsylvania State University Undecided

Dominic Litz Loyola University Finance

Kevin Lo Syracuse University Electrical Engineering

Madeline Logiudice College of Saint Rose Elementary education

Timothy Love Worcester Polytechnic Insitute Civil Engineering

Kasey Lozano St. John Fisher College Communications/Journalism

David Ludwig HVCC Criminal Justice

Michael Luizzi Employment Employment

Joana Lule Cornell University Economics

Jeremy Lundquist Siena College Biology

Lisa Luther Undecided Undecided

Brittany Lynch Pennsylvania State University Undecided

Brett MacNeil HVCC Independent Studies

Alexander Madaio SCCC Criminal Justice

Jared Magee Employment Employment

Dustin Maguire Old Dominion University Marketing

Kyra Malamood Villanova University Undecided

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Ryan Orsini Ithaca College Business Administration

Melissa Osborne SCCC Early Childhood

Ashley O`Brien SUNY Oswego Biology

Sean O`Brien SUNY Morrisville Criminal Justice

Kaitlin O`Riley SUNY Oneonta Psychology or Public Relations

Joshua Palagyi Westminster Choir College of Rider University Vocal Performance

Shante Papa Pace University Business/Undecided

Kayla Pariseau Siena College Social Work

Keon Wan Park Georgia Institute of Technology Engineering

Morgan Parker HVCC Undecided

Samantha Pasquini SUNY New Paltz Art

Isaac Patka SUNY Binghamton Mechanical Engineering

Alexa Patnaude College of Saint Rose Undecided

David Peacock Arizona State University Computer Engineering, Aviation

Alexander Peebles Roger Williams University Engineering

Olivia Peek HVCC Undecided

Nicole Pelkey HVCC Dietician

Gianna Pennacchia SUNY Plattsburgh Marketing

Brittani Peterson SCCC Health Studies

Katherine Phelan Colgate University Undecided

Heidi Pikcilingis HVCC Dental Hygiene

Shawn Playford SUNY Oswego Undecided

Nicholas Plue Paul Smith’s College Culinary Arts

Matthew Poelma HVCC Business

Jacob Polfleit Paul Smith’s College Environmental/Conservational Biology (Army)

Benjamin Pontillo American University International Studies

Jared Ports SUNY IT Computer Information and Science

Sobhana Potluri SUNY Albany Undecided

Ryan Prendergast American University International Service

Martin Primett HVCC Undecided

Hannah Rosen Paul Smith’s College Culinary Arts

Philip Rotella HVCC Pharmacist

Noah Rubin University of Pennsylvania Physics or Engineering

Scott Rubin University of Hartford Acoustical Engineering

Robert Ruggles College of Saint Rose Communications

Shelby Ruppenthal SUNY New Paltz Undecided

Kristi Russell East Carolina University Elementary Education

Shannon Ruth HVCC Liberal Arts

Vincenzo Russo Albany College of Pharmacy Pharmaceutical Science

Dilan Samarasinghe SUNY Albany Computer Science

Neil Sanders Rochester Institute of Technology Engineering Technology

James Sands University of Missisippi Entrepreneurship Business Management

Thomas Santiago HVCC Business Administration

Joshua Santos SUNY New Paltz English

Emma Sarachan Columbia University Physics

Kristin Scally Fashion Institute of Technology Fashion Merchandising

Jeremy Schmidt SUNY New Paltz Computer Engineering

Niko Sciocchetti Fordham University Undecided

Nathaniel Scott Saint Michaels Environmental Science

Alexandra Selca HVCC Dental Hygiene

Samuel Segal University of Michigan Biophysics/Biomedical engineering (Pre-Med)

Dmitriy Setchenkov HVCC Computer Science and Information

Lee Setzen Boston University Finance and Accounting

Leslie Shaffer Hamilton College Government

Matthew Shamlian Miami University Undecided

Natalie Shea Massachusetts College of Liberal Arts Undecided

Kyle Sheehan University of New Haven Law Enforcement/Criminal Justice

Lauren Morse WPI Biomedical Engineering

Christopher Mosall SCCC Culinary Arts

Christopher Mosher Virginia Polytechnic Institute Chemical Engineering

Erin Mossop Robert Morris University Nursing

Nicolas Muia Herkimer County CC Communications

Caroline Murphy University of Delaware Wildlife Conservation

Olivia Muztafago SUNY Oneonta Fashion Merchandising

Emily Nagle Marist College Undecided

Kelly Nash University of Delaware Criminal Justice

Yves Nazon II University of Maryland Mechanical Engineering

Leah Nelson Carleton College Undecided

Trevor Nelson HVCC Liberal Arts and Sciences

Brett Newberry SUNY Buffalo Civil Engineering

Zachary Newhart Employment Employment

Don Nguyen SUNY Buffalo Undecided

Jun Xi Ni George Washington University Biomedical Engineering

Sajad Noor HVCC Pre-Med

Michael Noyse SCCC Biology

Amani Ntabona Herkimer County CC Undeclared

Russell Oliver SUNY Buffalo Communications

Michael Pultz SUNY New Paltz Accounting

Saseen Punyala SUNY Buffalo Computer Engineering

Candace Race Maria College Psychology

Brenden Ragotzkie SUNY Albany History

Steven Ratner Boston University Engineering

Brian Reed Lehigh University Mechanical Engineering

Brianna Reed Russell Sage College Political Science

Alexa Reilly University of Vermont English

Alexander Relyea Undecided Undecided

Zachary Relyea SUNY Cortland Business

Kyungduk Rho Cornell University Biology

Jacob Rhoades HVCC Computer Science

Davi Rich University of Rhode Island Marine Biology

Jack Richards Western New England College Pharmacy

Ian Richardson SUNY Alfred Mechanical engineering

Jennifer Robbiano Northeastern University International Affairs

Armane Robinson SUNY Albany Journalism

Briana Rodriguez HVCC Individual Studies

Sara Roemer SCCC Culinary Arts

Margaret Rogers HVCC Adolescent Education

Andres Roma SUNY Binghamton Math

Ashley Rosano Worcester Polytechnic Institute Aerospace Engineering

Kathleen Rose University of Vermont Elementary Education

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Kendra Szingle HVCC Social Work

Caitlan Swyer SCCC Music Education

Vincent Tamburello SUNY Albany Criminal Justice

Ved Tanavde Columbia University Molecular Biophysics/Biochemistry

Elizabeth Tapler Pacific Lutheran University Undecided

McKee Taylor Norfolk State University Undecided

Marissa Testa Fashion Institute of Technology Advertising and Marketing Communications

Daniel Thompson HVCC Civil Engineering

Anthony Toffenetti HVCC Liberal Arts

Iphigenia Tortora Nazareth College Occupational Therapy

Dominic Tralongo HVCC Auto Mechanics

Vimee Tran Oglethorpe University Chemistry

Paul Travers University of Massachusetts Music: Trumpet Performance

Kaitlin Trimboli SUNY Brockport Social Work

Lisa Trova Rochester Institute of Technology Computer Engineering

Jerry Tseng SUNY Buffalo Biomedical engineering

Joelle Turek SUNY Buffalo Computer Science

Andrew Turner HVCC Criminal Justice

Shayne Tybur HVCC Electrical Construction

Alan Vaisman Northeastern University Business

Michael Valletta University of Connecticut Business

Jenna Vanwely HVCC Liberal Arts

Lisa Velesko SUNY Geneseo Political Science / Education

Meghan Sheehan Elon University Pre-Law

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Over 20 years Experience

Specializing in treatment of individuals with orthopedic related conditions and rheumatic diseases as well as conditions involving the

shoulder, elbow, wrist, and hand.

3434 Carman RoadSchenectady, NY 12303

(518) 630-6167Fax (518) 357-0018

handtherapyguilderland@yahoo.com

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