SENIOR WILLS | the-survey

Senior Wills:

I, Aaron Ackerman, leave all of my sugary snacks to the other diabetics in the school.

I, Thomas Agatielli, leave Chris Russell my seat on the Ctech bus.

I, Kelsey Algiere, leave my brother the very best of luck/wishes as he continues his journey in the high school.

I, Nicole Angamarca, leave my car to my sister, Jamie.

I, Ryan Appelquist, leave Ryan Miele and Davis Brief my leftover protein powder and old shirts. I also leave Eric Ormsby my hair gel and old pants/underwear.

I, Omar Arrieta, leave all my talents to Andrew Lasso and I leave Roman my B.K. coupon book.

I, Annika Asplund, leave my third singles spot on the tennis team to Ulianna K., even though she has to earn it for herself, which I know she will.

I, Joe Astorino, leave the old gym pick-up game squad to Connor Perez, and my swag to no one cause none of you can carry on that swag I had. I also leave my headband to Liam Grennan because it's actually his. Everything else can go to my sisters.

I, Brandon Baker, leave Griffin Fried my starting spot on the wrestling team because he’s too brawlic with his “El Garaje” workouts, Chris Morgese, my floor hockey skills, and Lucas Wightman, my social skills.

I, Brendan Bauer, leave Dylan Hayes the “2”, Morgese, the #squad and Rooney, my locker.

I, Haley Berryman, leave Ian Ball the responsibility of giving everyone “Kooshes” before performances and keeping the tradition alive. I leave Izzy Mardeille all the virgin strawberry daiquiris at Westchester Broadway Theatre.

I, Paul Bessler, leave boombox fridays to anyone but John Hobart. The fear of him having it has made me almost carry this tradition with me to let die but I hope the junior class can make the right choice.

I, Abbey Bodeker, leave my T-bird to Gaby Gamary, and my #13 jersey to Bridget Horgan.

I, Dara Bordman, leave my locker to Amanda Buck. I leave my cheer captaincy to Kathy Ramirez in the winter. I leave my left pom-pom to Lexi Defrese.

I, Antonio Bosco, leave the beard to Dylan Hayes.

I, Stephanie Briskie, leave nothing because I have nothing to leave, but I wish Maggie, Georgie, Vinny, Kai, Jena and the rest of my family the best of luck.

I, Emma Brown, leave my locker to Agnes Eigo, my goalie position to Erin McCurdy, my preppiness to Sarah Lennon, my pink basketball shoes to Lauren Desrats, and my super speed to Greer Ligouri.

I, Kelly Burnett, leave Jessie and Adriana my awesomeness and my parking spot for when they drive to school.

I, Mackenzie Cairns, leave everything I own to Lizzy Coleman.

I, Kayleigh Domeseck, leave my charms to Bridget McGill, my awkwardness to Celia Makitar, my sass to Skyler Lopez, and my energy to Baily Schmidlin and my volleyball skills. I leave my depth perception to Caroline McConell, and my kidney and tonsils to Dan McQuade.

I, Tristen Douglass, leave my fashion legacy.

I, Sydney Esch, leave Hope Newkirk trips to Dunkin Donuts after volleyball and before school. I leave Greer Liguori being super positive at practice.

I, Mac Farruggia, leave my ping pong balls to Ray LoPresti, my GameCube controllers to Will and all of the upper class girls to Eric Ormsby.

I, Darren Faul, leave my pen to anyone who can find it, it is in Mr. Dileo’s room.

I, Stephen Finkel, leave Jacqueline Finkel the Fink16 mobile and my phys-ed desk to her.

I, Nick Fitzsimmons, leave this school.

I, Martina Fox, leave advice to underclassmen to not do drugs.

I, Doug Frawley, leave Scott Tiger an extra pair of pants for basketball practice ... just in case.

I, Omni Freshko, leave the dugout mirror to Ciarra DiGuilio, my Shaun T moves to Alyssa Corkum, and the field to Brook and Miceala. Blas, you can have my old locker.

I, Mayte Gamory, leave Gaby Gamory my soccer jersey, #3, and all my love 'cause I don't know what I’m going to do without you next year little nugget. I also leave Maeve Ward any sass I have in me, although you don't need it. I leave Lucas Wightman my talkativeness. Finally, I leave Emma Stuart everything because she is the best friend I’ve ever had.

I, Chelsea Garvey, leave my sister, Chane, everything from my locker to my charisma with teachers, you already have one of those.

I, Joseph Gattuso, leave Justin Wood the title of trap king along with all my E6013 welding electrodes.

I, Teddy Gerstein, leave Chris Sommer my captainship and Andrew Hamilton my spot in the 100 yard breaststroke.

I, Nick Ghiloni, leave the swaggin wagon to my little brother, David Ghiloni. I leave my leadership on the football field to Rooney.

I, Matthew Greenlaw, leave Issac my good looks, Mr.Blauner, the chemistry reference tables, and Thomas Gardner a key to my car. Ryan Ferro and Paul Ginley: Bruno aka “Magoon.”

I, Brittany Guerrera, leave everything high school related to Lizzy Coleman.

I, Rachel Gunther, leave my car (that isn’t actually mine) and all of the school books I forgot to return to Jacob Gunther.

I, Naomi Hanson, leave Dan McQuade my locker and my copy of frozen, Aedan Raleigh all the rights to stage right and my unwavering devotion to drama club. Finally, I leave Travis nothing.

I, Katie Krahulik, leave Rachel Menoutis my tendonitis, I leave Kylie Vanluvender and Griff Fried Quark, I leave Davis Brief my Aunt Jane, I leave Lisa Unterman my poem interpretations, I leave Will Brack my charm, I leave Emily Michelini and Aedan Raleigh, Levi, Kira, and Cormack, and I leave Andrew Thomson with no ride… and my locker. Stay golden, kids.

I, John Kunzweiler, leave Blake Dellabough my apologies for one day marrying his older sister. I leave my blood, sweat, and tears on the XC course.

I, Alex Kutyla, leave Syd Milhaven to be floor hockey goalie.

I, Sarah LaLumiere, leave my lovely little sister Marie my figurative key to the Ag. room along with my favorite bucket of dirt. I leave my long list of cow jokes and country songs to Erin Ackerly and my chevy hat to Alex Ronne.

I, Erin Langdale, leave nothing, because I don't have anything to leave . But I wish my friend's Marie LaLumiere, Alex Ronne and Erin Ackerly luck in the future I will miss you guys!

I, Jeremy Langdale, leave Emily Lees all of the pens she let me borrow, the concept of Top Hat Thursdays to Seth and John, the right for anyone to wees a kilt to their prom to every guy. I leave a sage punch to Sarah.

I, Bryan Lasso, leave Andrew Lasso my calves, Kayla my empanadas and tots, Paddy my heart and soul and KD. Connor the cookies and wasabi, Dan, Tash and Abs my tent. I leave Petra my charm.

I, Jacquelyn Layng, leave Lauren Desrats my #13 basketball jersey and my headbands. I leave Greer my speed. I leave Sarah and Demi my “Rapunzel hair.” Sarah you also have the duty to spray “cotton candy” perfume for coach at practice. Emily Welling gets all of my ND women's basketball attire so you can represent the best college team. Lastly good luck to you girls and go get that state title!

I, Erin Leahey, leave Penny my moral values, Haley my name, Greer my 800’s and both Meg and Emily an ice cube.

I, Shane Leentjes, leave Raul’s mustache, leather pants, and sequin vest to Kendra Ackerman, oh and my peter pan tights.

I, Dan Lilly, leave Allish Eisele my flowing locks, Issac Heatly my eyebrows on fleek, Ryan Miele my B-roll and the Nafash twins a fist bump each.

I, Trent Loehle, leave the Prius to Ray LoPresti.

I, Chris LoPresti, leave Scott Tiger my parking spot and my brother Ray LoPresti everything he will ever need and everything I have, especially my humor.

I, Meaghan Lowe, leave everything I possibly can to Dania, my car to Ryan Lowe, Sky to Syd, my super smash bro skills to Eric Ormsby, and all of Bellevale in the hands of Will Brack.

I, Chantley McDonald, leave my locker to my little brother in hopes he hangs up pictures just like I did.

I, Sean McGill, leave my basketball jersey to Darius Spain.

I, Michael McLoughlin, leave the Dunkin Donuts coffee that is owed to Dileo, hopefully it will one day be in his possession, it is now your responsibility to bring this joy to him.

I, Christian McVeigh, leave Joe Donnelly my spot on Scotts couch. I leave Scott Tiger the case of the missing red box case, and everything in it, and my Lebron jersey, so you can match with Ray, also, My spot in Comm2. Last but not least, I leave Ray LoPresti my great jokes and Lexie’s spare key.

I, Patrick Meehan, leave earphones to anyone who wanted to listen to music.

I, Kathleen Melackrinos, leave my unused locker to Jess Miller in hopes that she uses it and I leave my gym clothes to Sara Miller. I hope you stay the most amazing girl in WVHS.

I, Amanie Milligan, leave Tryy Kievit my brains, my Iphone that burned and my hair clip that he broke.

I, Cole Mino, leave my brother Luke Mino all of the lockers in the school. I leave Austin Hayes the duty of irritating Mt.Obrien. I leave Jack Lillian the right to friday nights.

I, Liam Mitchell, leave a great gift to whoever can decode the following: 2573,480010694/ 67034512897628423. 46 1/ 43.645074, -115.993081/ 78924.384,948320213. 869,360010012366724,48969. Good Luck.

I, Chris Mocete, leave the phrase, “life is good.”

I, Silvana Molinas, leave my bitterness and cynicism to my little brother Alessandro Molinas.

I, Hayley Morris, leave my chill vibes and my weave to Petra Chiabis. Hang Ten Girl.

I, Taylor Mosher, leave my bright colored hair, to whoever wants to be 100% you. Keep your head held high. I leave my parking spot to Michael Mosher.

I, Joe Nafash, leave the track team to Thomas and Jason Nafash, my seat on the bus to Matt Adolph, and my locker to Nick Pacelli.

I, Maddie Nelson, leave my locker to Lily Schwartz and everything else to Paddy G.

I, Cassie Nunez, leave my penchant extravagant sarcasm to all of my friends, my art magic to the 2015-16 portfolio class and bestow upon my little sisters the art of procrastination.

I, Gerardo Nutan, leave Davis Brief the ability to roll my “rrr’s” in spanish good luck Brrrriefs.

I, Julia O’Brien, leave my sister Colleen my love for Mr.Burns, Jennie Prial my copy of the American Pageant. I leave Emily Eder an endless supply of Channing Tatum coated in Nutella.

I, Martin Ocker, leave nothing to the underclassmen because y’all are annoying.

I, Mady Odell, leave behind luck in all of his high school endeavors to William Odell.

I, Alanna Orlino, leave my locker and the the senior hall to Jillian Marchese.

I, Katherine Orlowski, leave an empty lunch table to Emily

I, Kaseem Rier, leave behind for all students how you can achieve anything if you work hard and dream. I also will leave behind my volleyball, flag football, and basketball gym championship to Tyler Randall because I was the best gym athlete.

I, Shannon Ripp, leave Aedan R., the octopus, Caity H. Shamu’s sonar, Shannon H. my name and bad decisions, Reid V. all the food in my locker, Amy W. Majesticness, Taylor T. sing alongs, Davis W. love and affection, and my little brother Zach all the luck in the world.

I, Carlos Rivas, leave the weight room to any youngins who want to make GAINZZ.

I, Krysten Romano, leave my twerking at random times to my underclassmen friends in drama club, my optimism and love to my little sister, and the strive to keep going forward through the rough times to everyone that needs it.

I, Grace Rotar, leave Jess even more jass, t-shirts, and an amazing senior year, my younger waffle fries the ability to slack in workoutsn whenever you want, Sarah my clubsiness , spandex to the rest of my BBH’s (you know who you are j), and a “interesting” handshake to Penny.

I, Lauren Rothstein, leave Emma S, ALexa, Meg, Em Cav, and Molly Byrne endless days of laughter and leadership on the xc team. To Anges, Jennie and Bart I leave you “cheese” and endless songs on long runs.To Emily Eder I leave you and locker and ability to never change. To my coaches, my team, my teachers, and friends I leave my gratitude.

I, James Rotondo, leave Ian Ball the high notes I could never hit in the tenor section, Stevie Mehling, I leave you my baller legacy, to Davis, Alycia, and Blake, I leave you Jared, make sure he gets plenty of water and sunlight.

I, Anthony Ruffo, leave Victoria Ruffo everything I have including my position on the baseball team, good luck.

I, Antonio Russo, leave running flats to Issac Heathly, my pink floyd albums to Lauren Mehling and my track singlet to Bramble.

I, Isabella Russo, leave Brianna Prego my wonderful locker. I also leave you like Clarke left Bellamy.

I, Summer Sakowski, leave Lexie Valliant and Victoria Ruffo the ultimate best friend memories Kayla Valliant and I share. I also want to leave Sarah Walker, to be the next Amy in drama club. “Shut up Amy!”

I, Nate Sander, leave being the heart and soul of this school to Micah Sander, I leave the throws squad to Nick Knopka and Joey Iron, I leave the music department to Davis Brief and Chloe Borthwick, and finally I leave education to Mita and Fasolino, keep up the good work!

I, Chrissy Straub, leave my Honda Civic and Eczema to Haley Nelson and Penny, my softball mit to Abigail Coppola, the ice cube to Em Eds and Meg, and the key to my heart to Ellie.

I, Deja Swindell, leave my job distracting the orchestra and my stress from senior project to Mika Leonard, spit takes to Kathy and Victoria, and my locker to Vivian Hall.

I, Devin Taylor, leave behind the business to Brendan, Paddy G, and Nick.

I, Marisa Tedd, leave my chinese club to any willing underclassmen.

I, Amanda Terhune, leave the 7th period lunch table to Ciara, Timony, and my parking spot to Sydney Traverso.

I, John Tiedemann leave everything I have to anybody who wants it, it’s not that much.

I, Amanda Torres, leave my locker to Brooke Vanltaulen, my struggles in dealing with people to Ciara Diguillio, and my squirrel softball skills to Micaela Abbatine.

I, Jorge Torres, leave my brother Brian Torres the great teachers and staff at Warwick Valley High School.

I, Eric Victor, leave Amanda Capiaghi my car and locker, Carp I leave my harassment.

I, Maegan Vonderhorst, leave my locker to my brother Max, my fishing spot to Andrew DiMartino. I leave my parking spot to Carl Ferrara, the greenhouse to Marie LaLumiere and Alex Ronne and my Welding station to Erin Ackerly.

I, Ciaran Ward, leave everything to Will Brack.

I, Joi Watkis, leave all the underclassmen with a bit of advice -“Don’t get into pointless fights with you friends because it is not worth it. Live Life and enjoy your time together.” Stephanie Roberts and Christian Lane have fun in english.

I, Melissa Weaver, leave my milk shakes to Natasha and Hope, watch out they bring the boys to the yard, my volleyball team the ghost of Ellis, Griffin Fried my creepiness and Denise, and finally I leave my John Kern the power to get through the name calling, GingersLove4Ever. You’re the best.

I, Zach Weber, leave nothing to everyone.

I, Kaya Wechsler, leave Maeve Ward and Jamie Angamarca my driving skills, Mrs. Brofman my apologies for not knowing how to speak spanish, and my love for Danny Jeleniewicz.

I, Micaela Weinert, leave my locker to my brother Colin and my sofball ladies the memories we made in hopes of making many more in the future.

I, Hannah Weissman, leave Tori Jackson and Ann Descovich the leadership of the AXCB14, Emma Shroch and Dan Mcquade a trip to jesus camp, and Lauren Perillo, that’s it, I’m just leaving you.

I, Carolyn Weller, leave Steven Mehling, Sarah Walker, and Rebecca Romano my (lack of) dance skills and the “lip gloss” tradition.

I, Nicole Wenz, leave Davis the memory of my curly hair

I, John Westphal, leave the percussion section to my bros (Davis, Blake, Jared, and Stevie) and my sista (Alycia) stay trill.

I, Justin Cartright, leave Will Brack the rights to my GameCube and the title of best Super Smash Bros. player in WVHS.

I, Liam Cassidy, leave Blake Dellabough, Dempsey Mendrzyki, and Jack Lillian my cunning wits, and my sharp sense of humor. I would leave Demps my humility however, it seems he has no use for that.

I, Liam Christian, leave my interpretive dance skills to Ellis Kaan, because he’ll need them when he flies to Japan first class.

I, Emma Crouchen, leave my science research portfolio to Josie Genetti.

I, Kyle Crozier, leave my superb volleyball skills to Austin Hayes, and my running skills to Myles Ottens. I would also like to leave Keith Delahanty my spot at Pennings and the ruler of the Beverly Drive bus. I also leave Isaac Heatley my seat on the track bus.

I, C.J. Curtin, leave my favorite basketball to Carson Racaneilli.

I, Jake D’Ercole, leave my b-ball skills to Demi Herasme, go win that chip. I also leave Jack Vignola my “44” jersey.

I, Kyle D’Ercole, leave Austin Randall my rec. ball skills and Jack Todd everything else.

I, Nicholas Daigle, leave Nick Ferreira, a normal haircut. Noah Daigle, my #3 in lacrosse and the red jeep.

I, Sara Dallendorfer, leave behind the volleyball court to all of the upcoming senior players. I leave my jersey, #8, to Hope Newkirk. I pass down my locker 152 in the senior hallway to Rachel Weiss. Lastly I leave behind all of my greatest memories to Kyle Dallendorfer, I hope you love high school as much as I did.

I, Robert Dalton, leave everything to the dirty streets reaching in my pockets, emptying them. Letting a big rain flood the streets, moving everything fast into the gutters. I take with me nothing, leaving everything to the gutters, decaying, disintegrating, becoming nothing, as if I was never here, bless all of you.

I, Kaitlin Davis, leave my locker to Agnes Eigo and I leave my inability to speak spanish to Jess Buck.

I, Kyle DeGonge, leave nothing. Its not like I'm dying.

I, Dylan De La Hoz, leave the cove in senior hall to David Ghiloni & squad.

I, Robert DeFelice, leave Vita Bosco my sarcasm. I would leave her one of my sweatshirts but she already has three of them.

I, Derek DiBona, leave Patrick Neary a roll of quarters.

I, Aisling Dineen, leave my locker and charming personality to Mika Leonard. I also leave my position as Vice-President in Chamber Orchestra to Aislinn Comiskey, along with an endless supply of Chex-Mix and “a pasta” to my “sugar pie, Andrew Devaney.”

I, Cassie Dixon, leave Aedan Raleigh my swim locker and my spot in the 400 free relay.

I, Isabelle Hayes, leave Kyle Dallendorfer my unrequited love. And, I leave Katie Krahulik my Concious Fork Bowl along with my AP Government Textbook.

I, Sydney Helmrich, leave my locker in the senior hallway to Ashley Patzelt. I also leave my cheerleading shell to Jessica Buck and my cheerleading skirt to Amanda Buck.

I, Cian Hicks, leave my sister the friendly staff and helpful teachers at WVHS.

I, Siobhan Higgins, leave Em Eds, Agnes, and the other XC girls the right to fight over my MVP title and sassmaster status. I leave Jen the responsibility of watching Bridget and I leave Bridget the responsibility of watching Caitlyn, and Caitlyn can have everything else.

I, Madeline Hoey, leave Molly Byrne a guide dog and a curling iron. Emily Cavanagh your published “book” and my upper body strength. Danielle Bartolotta, proof that Mike is real and less “maturity.”

I, Brian Hoffman, leave Julia Keys my iPod since you have the greatest taste in music and you’ll have songs to dance to. Lizzy Coleman your style is on point so I leave you my band merch and beanies.

I, Camille Huey, leave my swagger to Caroline Huey. To Kelsey Guerro, the nice sister, our inside jokes about Caroline. Also, my spot as captain on the Varsity ski team to Christine McSweeney.

I, Billy Hunderfund, leave behind a box of pens to my brother, who has so much trouble keeping track of all his pens and pencils.

I, Sarah Jackson, leave my spot in every spanish class to my younger brother (Whom I forced to take spanish). I also leave my love for cheer and critical thinking to Amanda and Jessica Buck.

I, Adam Jannicelli, leave excessive amounts of hair gel to Noah Field and Nick Ferreira.

I, Katie Jeleniewicz, leave my brother Danny all my laughs, may he have an as unforgettable and hilarious of a high school experience as I did. I leave all the amazing teachers my gratitude, and all the horrifying teachers my attitude. Finally, I leave my love for high school to anyone who is looking to have the greatest four years here at Warwick.

I, Chelsea Jerry, leave Danielle Seritella my horrible parking spot at the bottom of the parking lot.

I, Demetrios Joanow, leave absolutley everything to the one and only Joe Nafash.

I, Brendan Knob, leave Matt Adolph & Dakota Concannon my ability to “wheel chicks” and my little black book. I leave Nick F. my locker and I leave Greg my watch.

I, Brandon Kowalsky, leave my horrible puns to my brother Luke, and I also leave my football number, 66, to Nick McKinzie.

I, Michael Lynch, leave my floor hockey stick to Mike Terwilliger.

I, Ariana Maciel, leave all the FHRITP stickers that have been placed all throughout the school.

I, Colin Maggiolo, leave Dennis Vandunk the guys track team, my locker to John Kern, and my spikes to Dan Wright.

I, David Malota, leave my lacrosse jersey number, 28, to my little brother Chris, in hopes he tears up section 9 and keeps it alive.

I, Cole Mandakas, leave the bus to my friend/neighbor Joe, to look after the guys.

I, Therese Mandracchia, leave Aedan Raleigh my captainship and my parking spot, my swim locker to Bailey DeSanto, my spot in the 100 butterfly to Taylor Thomas and my C&Ds trips to Matt Randazzo.

I, Taylor Mann, leave my jokes and gym skills to anyone who wishes to have it. Both came in handy when dealing with Myers, Folino, and Chatham...especially Chatham. Never take anything seriously, enjoy school and laugh a lot!

I, Nicole Marcellino, leave nothing because all the underclassmen are lame.

I, Juliana Marcolini, leave the Tennis team to all the seniors of 2016 and Caeley, Erin McCurdy and Aisling the lacrosse team and especially all the complaining and attitude, my sister the nickname “Marco” along with all of our obnoxious parking jobs and my hostess job.

I, Vickey Martinez, leave Lexi Defresse my ridiculous attitude and my senior locker, Sam Daugherty all of my colored pens and our usual hangout spot where we shared the best of times.

I, Rachael Micallef, leave my love and passion for anime and fandoms to my Kouhai Sarah Thorson, Senpai noticed you and will buy you ice cream cause, I am your special!

I, Samantha Miller, leave my locker to whoever is lucky enough to get it, you’re welcome that it smells so good.

I, John Maslanka, leave my number 44 to Gordon Brown.

I, Jordon Mattingly, leave Jennie Prial an endless amount of hugs, Katie Mattingly my dysfunctional, temperamental, run-down car, and next year's seniors in science research my two portfolios.

I, Ryan Mayer, leave Victoria Smith my parking spot in the very back, when she can actually drive, also my statistics to Amy Williams.

I, Terry McCann, leave my baseball number (16) to Nick Scotto - wear it well-, the fact that I wave and say hi to everyone to Petra, the rec ball league to Yo Chen and Jack Todd gets my street cred.

Eder, the joy of science research to Shannon Applequist, my passion for Blood Drives to Alexa Castellano and all of my gluten to Lee Emmerich.

I, Jess Palmer, leave Bridget Horgan the privilege of carrying on the good SHS name and my benched killer lax skills. Matthew Palmer gets Marty, the subi’s parking spot (back row). Brook Van Aulen my anger for Nicolas Seccafico. Mount Peter employees my heart. Nick Seccafico my love for Bridget Morgan.

I, Gabby Pasquale, leave Warwick Valley with high hopes for all of the class of 2015.

I, Shylar Pennings, leave A.J. Ajello and Christine McSweeny all of pennings.

I, D.J. Peterson, leave Liam Greenan my beard, Matt Adolph my title as cult leader, Nick Paccelli nothing because he is good enough already.

I, Alexa Perillo, leave Lauren the car playlist, Tori photography responsibilities for yearbook because she is awesome

I, Eric Pfingst, leave a pen to my brother, and to have the underclassmen make sure they will always be as great as me and my locker to a very lucky person

I, Bridgit Prial, leave Emily Cavanagh my shakira skills, Molly Byrne road-crossing ability, Bart a good batch of guacamole, and Jennie everything else, and a lot of dipers.

I, Hannah Procak, leave my locker to Kylie Vanlunvender and Tao Wickrath to share. Love you both.

I, Danielle Puleo, leave my heart and soul to Selia Stile and Naomi Hanson. I leave Travis nothing.

I, Tyler Randall, leave my lurking abilities to my brother Austin.

I, Jaret Randell, leave Daniel Guddomi and Dan Lindstrom my amazing personality and leadership skills. I also leave Jacob Corh all of my believable stories.

I, Theresa Ranni, leave Youth in Government to Kaitlin Finnegan, debate club to Matt Mulhaupt, my confidence to Sarah Lorgan, my love to Josh Koff, my binders to Austin Cleverley, my throwing skills to Hannah McCarthy, and everything else to my brother, Robert Ranni.

I, Derek Rathjan, leave Ray LoPresti and Scott TIger the keys to my basement.

I, Brandie Renart, leave lane 1 to Nicole Scelta

I, Joseph Rice, leave anyone who thinks they deserve the name “Flow” but warning; handle with pride. I leave Roman Arrieta my track speed. I gladly leave Syd Traverso her sisters wants and needs.

I, Rachael Richards, leave Ryan Richards one million dollars, mom said you’ll need it for room and board. Also, Phoebe Paddock my dance moves and floor hockey skills..

I, Tessa Richards, leave Eric Ormsby my Mario Party skills, my leather jacket to Noah Field, and all of the most delicious food to Grace Magee.

I, Catherine Ridella, leave Tori Jackson my driving skills and horrible parking skills and the corner at Bellvale Farms Creamery, Will Brack to take charge of Sue’s office, and Clara Timothy my soccer coaching skills.

I, Randy SH., leave Skylar Arias Lopez one of my notebooks.

I, Kyle Sarbak, leave Matt Mullhaupt my parking spot, David Weber the crew team, and Keelin Kraetschmer many jokes.

I, Bryan Schonhaut, leave Joshua Schonhaut whatever intelligence I’ve ever stored over the years, Brian Metzger my sense of humor and common sense, Davis Brief my swag, Evan Kleinman my sense of decisiveness, Marissa Tedd my sarcasm and wit, Sitara Sawh my ninja attire, and finally Will Muller I leave my voice.

I, Linnea Scott, leave Ellie Tucker my floor hockey team championships, Madeline Rudy the happiness of being the only child in a house, Allish Eisele my anxiety while playing volleyball, and Shannon Higgins my incredible yoga skills.

I, Clare Segota, leave Erin McCurdy good decision making skills, and my brain, she’ll need them! I also leave my love to Blake Dellabough.

I, Tanner Senus, leave my brother Jared Senius my charming personality skills and good looks, the Nafash twins my stop pre shirt but each of you only gets half, Pacelli my spot on the bus and jokes since he has none, Adolph my stuffed animal turtle, Dempsey bleach for your hair, and Grace Rotar my senior class work because I know you want to graduate.

I, G (Guicherme Seruiooni), leave my love for all the future classes.

I, Megan Shannon, leave everything to Greer Liguori, Demi Herasme, and Sara Lennon. Good Luck.

I, Ahser Shaw-Smith Gendelman, leave my moon base project to Mr. Eugene Burns.

I, Ian Sherow, leave a pen or pencil for anyone who does not have or forgets one each day.

I, Tommy Sibilla, leave my twig to William Walsh.

I, Michael Sirota, leave Matt Laya, Frankie Rufrano, and Willy Walsh my 3 hour floor hockey championships, also I leave Ryan Lieth with all of the goals Fink “tipped in.”

I, Evan Smith, leave the advice of staying focused on next years classes, and to do your homework

I, Tim Snyder, leave my senior year locker from the junior hallway to whatever junior is assigned it next year and leave the throwing team to whoever is dedicated enough to the #throwlife.

I, Kelsey St. Clair, leave Kylie VanLuvender my lunch spot in the senior hallways and my collection of tears from senior project.

I, Ian Steinbach, leave Noah Field my amazing work ethic, my job at Mount Peter doing absolutely nothing to Emily Post, Ray LoPresti and Scott Tiger get Franklin, and my better subaru to Alex Moore.

I, Allie Whitmore, leave Morgan Sirota an unlimited supply of purple hair dye.

I, Thomas Wightman, leave Lucas, Ryan, and Paul the wrestling team, Paul my manly beard, Ryan my sweet dance moves, Hunter Brown my locker and mammas dank sandwiches, and Nick F. gets Sally.

I, Brittany Wilhelmy, leave my locker to my little brother Jake.

I, Erica Winkelstein, leave Preston Grzegorzewski my band locker, my sister one of my many water bottles.

I, James Winslow, leave Glen Mulhaupt my super piano skills and all the titles of critic club, leave Lauren Melling my god like volleyball skills and my dancing shoes, and Taylor Thomas my wardrobe.

I, Kenny Wright, leave anything that gets left behind of me to anyone .

I, Christian Yorks, leave Jason Nafash the right to the 2 mile and the rank of capin at FAS, Dempsey my locker in the senior hallway because I couldn’t think of anything else.

I, Trevor Young, leave Noah Daigle everything that was once mine; my lacrosse jersey number and my lunch table, along with the right to make our funny gesture.

I, Lexie Zarrow ,leave any art supplies I forget about in Spano’s room to the portfolio class of 2015-2016, my floor hockey team captain duties to Dana Schmidt; may you lead your team to victory.

I, RJ Zayas, leave Steven Mehling my gold bond chancellor crown, my excessive swag to Pete Scheurmann because he has very I leave my coffee mug, my brother Nick, my floor hockey skills. My locker in the senior hallway to Blake Dellabough, and my awesomeness to the entire school.

I, Derek Zimmerman, leave Provceri to Danny Wright, my parking spot to Gene Deeke, and my locker to Laurel Ciappara

I, Nick Zintel, leave Blas Freshko nothing because he’s already a legend and doesn’t need my help, Will Brack extra socks because his calves eat them for breakfast (he is also a legend), and my Grey Cardigan to Andrew Bilezikian because we’re both wasps and he lacks style.