With another graduating class we have another fresh batch of Senior wills available to be read. Don’t forget to pick up the Newsstreak’s Senior issue!

Did your favorite senior leave you anything? Click the first letter of their last name to navigate:

A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | J | K | N | O | P | R | S | T

A

I, Jack Adamek being of argumentative mind and semi-functional body, do hereby bequeath the following items:

To Ellie Plass, I leave you your 2015 and 2016 debate state championships, running down the street jumping and screaming after Shenvafls, and finally the words of Ryan Waligora, “Never let the blood of your enemies quench your thirst for victory.”

To Douglas Ritcher, I leave our lord and master, Bob Chilcott, His first desciple, Shane Lynch, and dou dou.

To Phoebe Copeland, I leave the memory of my thrashing you repeatedly in Dominion, Monopoly, etc., threats left in open cars, and quality hugs.

To Eddie Mestre, I leave trolling…..handywork? and the last two weeks of musical every year.

To Chalmers, I leave swag, love Fred.

To Isabelle Burden, I leave our parents best-friendship

To Mary Hallet Culbreth and Malcolm McGehee, I leave the Scooter Crew, may it live forever

To Neal Perrine and Douglas Ritcher, I leave the original Shane Lynch Trio, because lead players are overrated

B

I, Jacob Andrew Byrd being of astute mind and ramshackle body, do hereby bequeath the following items: to Joshua Byrd, Byrd is in fact, still the word, to Blake Long, driving backwards in ’03 NASCAR while playing XBOX, to Kyle Templeton, hypothermia on a morning duck hunt, to Seth Harper, birds, birds everywhere, to Gavin Boontarue and Aaron Gussler, the future of the Harrisonburg Swim team and the dreams of becoming the second fastest sprinter in school history, to Traww, extra credit, to Mrs. Kibler, all the wonderful constructive criticisms over the years, to Mr. Nussbaum, the best dotted lines, to Mr. Berkeley, the 2nd best dotted lines, to the Yearbook Staff, my top chef skills and my famous hotdogs and beans, to the SCA, planning homecoming and reviving school spirit, to Cade Templeton, The legacy of Smith Creek Outfitters, to Megan Miller, The fall of WAR EAGLE, roll tide roll, to Jake Urbanski, being late when I pick you up for school, to FMBC, the brotherhood and faith we have, to Lucy Rose, Send Read Receipts, to Mrs. Smith, pyrotechnic class with a little bit of chemistry.

C

I, Camille Cummings being of sound mind and active body, do hereby bequeath the following items. As a student who is graduating early, I have much to leave to the junior class I was once apart of.
To Kara Simmons, I leave the song, “We are Young” and our lucky spandex. To Sam Imeson, I leave my 5th grade romance and our daily hugs. To Isabelle Burden, I leave Starbucks, because you’re basic but I love you. To Hannah Purcell, I leave ski lifts, photo booth and the longest friendship I’ve shared with someone that I know will continue. To Kamari Cruz I leave Chipotle and the letter z. To Isaiah Hartzler, Coach B and Devin Medley I leave BATS. To Ana Hunter-Nickles I leave Maryland Avenue and a friendship I will always cherish. To Graham Rebhun I leave all of the pictures we took on the first day of school at Keister. To Jordan Dove, I leave you all of my gas and elementary recess.
To my babies in school, I leave the song Ride and chicken fries to Sophia Hartman, to Faith Runnells, I leave bus rides, cuddling and your mother’s phone number. To Olivia Yutzy, I leave bad jokes I adore and llamas. And to Parker Strickland I leave everything I do and everything I have done because we are twins.
And finally, my four best friends. To Sara Shenk, since you are staying close, I leave post secret, May 3rd, pomegranate juice, automatic lights, and soccer. I have never looked up to someone more than I have to you and you will always be like a big sister to me. To Grant Kiser, I leave frozen grapes, sting pong, Hillindale Park, and my bike. You have never left my side and I can’t thank you enough for everything and all the good times we have shared. To Tori Armentrout, I leave quarters, my closet, blueberry doughnuts from 711, whole milk, Taco Bell, and Pat. We lived the same life this year together, more as sisters than friends, and I wouldn’t have changed a thing, no matter how embarrassing it is. And to Nicole Downey, I leave the bachelor, Crystal Light, Monday Nights, hospitals and my pinky because I have never trusted and shared more secrets with anyone else. To you four, I leave everything else because I love you guys more than life itself and I don’t have a clue how I would have survived high school without each of you.
Graduating early was one of the best decisions I have ever made but words can’t describe how much I will miss the people I spent the past 17 years of my life with. I am lucky to have met such great people that make saying goodbye so hard.

D

I, Alexis Dickerson, being of a working mind, and tired body, do hereby bequeath the following items:
My wrestling manager position to Allyssa Delgado, my cheer uniform to the next blue streak cheerleader, and Brooke Cobb’s butt to her next back spot.

E

I, Christion Tyler Edwards, being of Musical mind and Theatrical body, do hereby bequeath the following items: To Seth Bontrager, I leave the many memories of ManCappella, Man Choir, the late nights at Musical Rehearsal and Sir Nose: The Burger Rat.
To Andy King, I leave the many late nights rehearsing scenes for the Musical until they were just right, singing in a Mandarin Chinese accent, singing Baritone in our first run of the Men’s A Cappella, the many crazy antics done with Alex Hunter and his soccer-mom van, and a deep love for Christ and the healing that he brings to all of us.
To Anna Dick, I leave the adventures of the past three Spring Plays, Girl Scout cookies, and the role as the new Forensics team captain.
To Mia Karr, I leave the total awesomeness you bring to our Forensics team. I see yet another State level ranking in your future!
To Graham Rebhun, I leave your crazy antics from the very first time I met you all the way up to now, the hundreds of pics Gracie took with your phone during Musical and your passion for music and faith.
To Eleanor Alger, I leave your first year as a member of our Drama department, and man has it been a great one. Thank you for being my leading lady for Spring Arts and thanks for being an all around great “little sister”. I’m positive I’ll see you at the Forbes very soon.
To Evan Dotas, I leave the tremendous inspiration you’ve given me. We’ve both come out of very dark places, but the way you’ve held yourself through your ordeal is truly remarkable. Keep up with the Trombone man, I’ll never forget all that we have done.
To Antoine Timbers, the many days filming and running our YouTube channels, and the awkwardness….oh lord the awkwardness.
To Michael Osorio, I leave all the crazy times in Physics, English, the mornings in the Library and the lunch time spent playing cards.
To Austin Coffey, I leave a friendship that will last a lifetime. I am thankful everyday for the brotherhood that we have formed over the years. Let’s take JMU by storm broski!
To Abe Nouri, I leave the insane talent you have as a musician and singer, the long hours preparing for Musical, Mancappella, “The Walls of Teal”, High School band night featuring “Help Wanted” and years of performing alongside each other. I’ll see you down the rode man.
To Jack Adamek, I leave years performing with each other, your incredible ability as a drummer and vocalist, the laughs that you invoke always, LD debate at JMU, the way you picked me up when I was down and the wonderful friendship that we have.
To Ellie Plass and Jaymie Inouye, I leave the beautiful voices that each of you posses, the great energy and charisma you bring to our Fine Arts department, “This Side Up” and “Hours of Operation”. You two are going places, never stop singing!
To Evan Yoder, I leave the kindness and warmth you show everyone, your great skills on guitar and drums, the years of doing Musical together and….WHAAA!
To My Drama and Fine Arts family, I leave all the opportunities in the world. I say this because each and every one of you has the ability to achieve greatness. Never stop doing what you love to do!
To Phoebe Copeland, I leave the Stage and all of it’s responsibilities, but…you sorta already have it! I also leave a State Championship victory, many costumes, many nights of acting as our beloved Stage Manager, your amazing hugs and of course…Phoebe cookies! See you around Pheebs!
To Luke Gibson, I leave our incredible runs in both One-Act and Forensics. Man did we kick some butt! Let’s keep in touch man. I’ll be needing a cinematographer some time down the road…
To Lauren McKenzie, I leave the amazing time I’ve spent with you, from Spring Play, to now. Thank you for always supporting me and being by my side. I hope that I make you feel just as amazing as you make me feel. Text you later, “Pretty Eyes”.
To…everyone else. I am friends with so many people and it’s hard to name them all here. But, you know who you are, and I just want to say what a great time I’ve had getting to know all of you. Each of you has made my life all the more special. Thank you.
To All of my fellow Seniors, I leave the wild and insane ride that it has been! It was a lot of fun, I hope that we all do what we set out to do. Much love, class of 2014. Blue Streaks forever!

I, Celia Anne Ehrenpreis, being of artistic mind and runner body do hereby bequeath the following items:
To my future XC seniors, (Brenna, Laurie, Nicole, Morgan, and Hannah) I leave you the Lady Navy Cross Country team. I leave you hot summer runs, workouts at the Farm (Remember, flagpoles will only make you stronger), crammed car rides to Purcell for progression runs, our kick-butt prerace cheer, trading shoelaces, cold bus rides to Liberty, our hilarious would-you-rather run, and much much more.
To my 4×8 relay ladies (Brenna, Laurie, Nicole, and ?) I leave the best event in track there ever was/will be. I leave Indoor states, (and soon to be Outdoor states!!) I leave our flawless post-race domination photo-ops, our high socks, our braided hair, and our speedy times. Thanks for making my last two season of track great, our 4×8 will always have a place in my heart. (Please don’t judge me for this cheesiness, it’s true ok??)
To my future Editors-in-Chief, (Mia Karr and Brenna Cowardin) I leave you the Newsstreak. (Duh, who else would get it/deserve it?) I leave you long nights hunched over computers, frustration over never-turned in stories, picking up the papers, newspaper-stained hands after Distribution Day, and journalism conferences. To Brenna in particular I leave my computer, the back corner is now yours and Mia’s. And to Mia I leave APUSH rants, cold hands, and laughing hysterically over nothing when we’re on deadline.
To Isabelle Burden, my co-mayor of Dorkville, I leave, embarrassing childhood memories, our adventure in the rain, getting chased home by possibly the creepiest man alive, having a beer bottle thrown at us from the second creepiest man alive, and that spring break we spent in West Virginia at your grandparents.
Now to my graduates:
To Sydney “Slothy” Little I leave nothing because you’re coming to UVA with me.
To Larkin “Darlin Darkin” O’Hara I leave our Harry Potter obsession (that no one else understands), snow days spent at our houses, concerts at the Forbes Center, awkward middle school pictures, and freshman choir/musical.
To Lucy Rose I leave dog walking, “playing” after school, rants about incompetent people, and our love of our pets.
To Luke Gibson I leave second block personal finance, I trust by this point you’re financially literate? I also leave you my hometown of Boston, treat it well my friend, I’ll be visiting often.
To Garrett Thompson I leave 8th grade French, memories of me trying to talk you out of naming your future twin daughters ‘LaWasha’ and ‘LaDrya’, your broken puka shell necklace (still not sorry), and our ongoing game of hanging up the phone (which I don’t really know what to call)

F

I, Mariah Grace Flick, being of sound mind and body, do hereby bequeath the following items:

To the HHS Band: I want to leave my thanks to all of you. I came to high school as a freshmen very unsure of myself and not really sure what it was like to really be apart of anything. Through the band, I have learned so many things about myself. I owe who I am today because of my time with each and everyone of you. You guys are my second family.

To my wonderful trumpet section: I would like to give fishy ice cubes so that the future generations can make fun of you for having fish in your water. I will miss our dysfunctional family status and all of your antics.

To my friends of the party car (you know who you are): I would like to give my trashy music. We have had crazy, and sometimes not so safe, car rides jamming out to the most ridiculous rap music. We should probably never actually dance in public…

To Megan Lebarge: I leave all my artist wisdom. Please continue to annoy your brother for me; he’s going to need it when I won’t be around to annoy him next year.

To Michelle Eckstine: I would like to leave you memories of our time in Honors Choir together, and our trip Christmas Light Sailing. It is impossible to be in a bad mood when you are around.

To Miranda Stoner: I leave all of my insaneness and the tumbleweed gang in your hands (treat both with respect). You are my crazy twin and will have to carry on our ridiculousness. You are the better version of me remember? They had to have a rough draft before the final? Scare some freshmen next year for me would ya?

To Ellie Plass, Ava Reynolds and Hollyn Slykhuis: I would like to leave all of our trips to Greenberries and all the long talks. I want you to know those meant a lot to me. I know I couldn’t have made it through the year without your support and patience.

To Lilly Evans-Haywood: I leave you memories. Just think of all the things we have done together! Going to see Wicked; ice skating in Charlottesville; dressing up in terrible bathrobes for musical; being bus buddies and musical buddies; all the fun, if cynical fun, times in band; looking hot in marching band; all the embarrassing moments while on driving adventures. I owe a lot to you for some very happy moments these past few years. I will always treasure that! You are my sunshine!

G

I, Luke Gibson, being of English mind and Seth Rogen body, do hereby bequeath the following items:
to Phoebe Copeland, I leave THE GRILL. Now, officially, it’s yours. I leave every torturous Tron shift and hopefully the diabolical dish shifts that are still due your way. I’ll be back for some mexi every now and then. I would leave you every production next year to stage manage, but you know it’s yours anyway.
to Graham Rebhun, I leave legless war veterans and South Carolina. Joey? Bro!
to Isabelle Burden, I leave the Wall So Hard. Use it wisely – take someone under your wing and show them how it works. I also leave you an open spot at Emerson College and the biggest responsibility of all: hhsmedia.com. I’ve taught you everything I know, don’t let me down. I believe in you.
to Aarash Heydari, I leave Classic Luke, just for you.
to Evan Dotas, I leave an empty seat at every one of your poetry nights with my name on it.
to Ariel Vogel, I leave a big bag of people making out in the hallway, prom dresses, and fire drills, which I know irk you so much.
to Eddie Mestre, I leave it all. The legacy is yours. You’re the man of the house now. Go make films and apply to terrible schools for terrible tuition costs. Also One Act – don’t mess up One Act.
to the City of Harrisonburg, I leave a large part of my english accent – you’ve stolen enough of it already.

H

I, Deb Halpern, being of New York State of mind and restless body, do hereby bequeath the following items:
To Isabelle Burden, my best friend and the thing I will miss the most about Harrisonburg, Virginia, all of the clothing items I stole from you, the countless letters to and from you scattered around my room, late-night watermelon runs, whole wheat bagels with eggwhite, my slang flash cards, feel-betters, unwiches, babysitting, car dancing, Strip radio, the headshot of me already up on your wall, our one fight that lasted half an hour, the catcalling outside of campus, all of the people we hate together, my half-finished painting, as many Very Berry Hibiscus Refreshers as you could possibly drink, Superbad, Ms. Frizzle’s hair, our unwillingness to ever be embarrassed except about middle school, some Szechuan chicken, our love for Karmy, #OhJared, Spring Arts, Team Twitchy, a bottle of Nair, my dad’s never ending praise, rapping, Brandon from Starbucks, the literal hundreds of things I wish were appropriate to mention here, my undying love for you, a spot on the futon in my dorm any and every time you want it, and my Corbin Bleu poster.
To Ariel Vogel: three beautiful years of one act together, the VTA experience, our eventful shopping trip before the last one, and impromptu, important and hilarious text conversations.
To Phoebe Copeland: my eternal thanks for everything you’ve done for me and for everyone else to make the last 3 years of being a StageStreak wonderful.
To Zach Benevento: “I DON’T know what you’re talking about,” my broken laptop, that one Starbucks date with Isabelle, and calling your son Juan.
To Graham Rebhun: I have nothing to say to you, except that you need to BACK YOUR ISH UP.
To Hannah Purcell: the past 14 years of friendship and laughter and occasional temper tantrums because hey, we were 5. Also Bananagrams, sidewalk chalk, hiding under the kitchen table, bike-riding in the culdesac, photo shoots at Walmart, golden retrievers, basketball hoops, Kraft mac n’ cheese, Japanese beetles, the adventures in the GMC Jimmy, and 1709 Evergreen Dr.
To Noelle Warne: those Tuesday morning breakfasts, a return on all the candy from your house you’ve given me, my excitement for your future onstage here, and the hope that one day, my hair will look as good as yours.
To Jaymie Inouye: that mother-daughter bond that will never be broken, even if it’s only because of our hair.
To Sarah Poirot: my phone number, which you already have, just in case you ever, for any reason, need a second big sister.

I, Aubtin Heydari being of immaculate mind and based body, do hereby bequeath the following items: To Aarash Heydari, I leave fighting over the controller and losing things. To Eddie Mestre, I leave Lotr, Zelda, Runescape, Green Day, and virtually anything I have ever liked, because at one point we both were obsessed with it. To Luke Gibson, I leave being the only senior on this list, loosely defined poetry, and Kanye West. To Stuart Baker, I leave metal music and awful camping trips. To Atticus Bolyard, I leave the Policy Debate legacy, Jefferson in 76, and losing on condo. To Graham Rebhun, I leave South Carolina, Luke-a-duke-duke, and never talking about things again. To Phoebe Copeland and Ariel Vogel, I leave Moo Lattes and Dominion games. To Hannah Purcell, I leave Netflix, GMOs, and waking up way too early. To Mary Hallet Culbreth, I leave stealing my food and secrets from Madeline. To Michelle Eckstein and Laura Ruple, I leave being a jerk to me but cool sometimes. To Jaymie Inouye, I leave magic elixirs and fox headdresses. To Noah Heie, I leave being jealous about awesome concerts and this not being negotiable. To Megan Labarge, I leave backstage shenanigans and swing dancing. To Miranda Stoner, Jessica Nguyen, and Victoria Giron, I leave POCKET LEMON. And finally, to Andy King, I leave the mirror dance and the boxer run, which clearly won’t happen next year, but if it were….

I, Breanna Hostetter, being of food-obsessed mind and rather klutzy body, do hereby bequeath the following items:
To Graham Rebhun I leave honors gov, long rants, car rides, awkward dances, musical, and our shared lev for the best music ever, OneRepubic and Pentatonix. Only you understand my obsession.
To Stuart Baker I leave IHOP, musical practices and crazy stories, random heart to hearts, walmart food, and possibly the wierdest friendship ever.
To Kelli Showalter I leave probably the best and longest stress relieving rants tht ever there were, and Eddie. I guess you can have him now…
To Andy King I leave my heart of course, and all our random, hilarious conversations backstage. And a ton of hugs.
To AK I leave last years study hall table, countless trips to Js, and all our heart to hearts with Cam, Nixon, and Heather. And also relationship advice. I leave you with a lot of that.
To Chloe Richard I leave the all our wonderful, and not so wonderful times in choir and the soprano section. Carry it well- it needs you.
To my guardie loves I leave counting to 16, sunburns, puffy paint, Franco’s, henna, Grease, Jaws, tons of hairspray and makeup, pointed toes, all the candy left upstairs that I haven’t already eaten, endless bruises, a little blood, and a lot of laughs. And drumline. Always go for a drummer… Just maybe not from our school.
To my musical ladies I leave a top of the line playlist and a tradition that must be continued. You know what I mean. Lil and I have taught you well, don’t let us down.
To the young life camp ladies I leave you with ‘MERICA! And the Bernie. Also tons of mud and memories that will last forever.
To Aaron Hostetter I leave Harrisonburg High School in all it’s glory, or lack thereof. I leave you any good luck that I may have left, and a house in which you will now be the only receiver of all dad’s good wisdom and mom’s constructive criticism. You might not appreciate it now but in three years you definitely will! I also leave you lots of good home style cooking, which I will be very jealous of next year, and much love.

J

I, Nishat Jamil being of loud mind and silent voice, do hereby bequeath the following items: to everyone I ever met, I leave one last apology. To my baby brother, Sharaar, I leave him the remains of my dignity, he already has my pride. To Merrill, I leave you the position of Editorial Cartoonist if you want it. To Hiesun, I leave you the Anime Club so don’t let the power get to your head. To Sam, I leave you your hearing that I almost ruined. To Raven, I leave you the insanity I clearly lacked. To Annaka, I leave you the heavy hand I am always forced to implement, if you want it. To the remaining Anime Club members, I leave you the confusion and the chaos that usually ensues. To every teacher I had, I leave one extra apology and a thank you for putting up with me. To Mrs. Shradley-Horst and Mrs. Brooks, I leave the biggest thanks for helping me improve my work. To everyone I know, I leave my love and hope that everything will be okay.

K

I, Michael Knapp being of wandering mind and pale body, do hereby bequeath the following items:
To the saxophone section I leave the sequin vest, red face paint, mustaches-on-sticks, the flag, the wonka dance, and our crazy shenanigans. I also leave my tenor saxophone that was run over by the truck; may it rest in peace. To the new section leaders I leave the lesson of never teaching freshmen how to play Careless Whispers. Stay sexy, saxy, and saucy my friends!
To Kelli Showalter I leave my flawed data. I hope next year you will break something, spill water everywhere, or destroy your lab data somehow and think fondly of me. The legendary chemistry trio of you, me, and Lucy will never be forgotten. Make the best of your senior year and enjoy low percent error!
To Evan Dotas I leave the Sean Francis horn section. I will certainly miss our ridiculously unproductive tomfoolery, as well as our amazing dance in Groove Me. One day there will be a reunion gig, Stuart will fall down from the heavens, and we will once again majestically appear from behind a garage door. Keep it real.
To the HHS community as a whole I leave Tri-M, Pre-Med, and my home in the booth of the auditorium. To the tech booth I leave the countless boxes of cables in, well, exactly as messy of a condition as when I found them. To the future students who will take on these roles, I leave what little sleep I am currently running on.
To my past and present teachers I leave to each of you a little part of me. Thank you all for your incredible passion and support both as teachers and as friends!

I, Aurvan Koyee, being of patient mind and tired body, do hereby bequeath the following items: to Meagan Roberts, I leave you the award-winning yearbook and esteemed position of editor in chief, and all the posters I have hung up at my desk. Be patient, caring, and helpful. Also, I leave you our Disney singing festivities, my obsession with Chris Hemsworth, watching Frozen for the first time with you, our food runs, just every single fangirl moment we have had, and my love for you. I’ll miss you incredibly. To Sophi Hartman, I leave you our daily minute-long hugs, jamming out to John Mayer, fooling with photo booth, our constant inappropriate insults, and complaining about our curly hair. To Aspen Hoak, I leave EVERY mean thing I’ve said to you, and know that is was all out of love. I leave you my caring squash family (take good care of them), watching Breaking Bad in class, and our arguments over cleavage. To Jasmin Rose, I leave you the games we reffed together, and the rude parents who come with it. I leave enough lectures about you wearing turtlenecks, and I will miss you! To AK Koyee, I leave you the good reputation of the Koyee name. Don’t screw it up, bro. To my yearbook class and my wonderful advisor, I leave you our endless birthday parties, jam out sessions, late night deadlines, dinner at O’Neils, and my love for all of you. Continue the rockin’ work and help our Head Honcho Strick out. All of you are amazing, and I know I leave the yearbook in great hands.

N

I, Abe Nouri being of musical mind and loving body, do hereby bequeath the following items: To Emma Nouri: The Nouri family legacy, Twisted, Skinny Love, and ehh. To Sophi Hartman: Netflix and lazy days, five minutes, lunch in the yearbook room, the EMU hill, dragon fun pants, and our sad attempt at Benny’s. To Neal Perrine: Interesting choir conversations, E flat mixolydian not A flat, and SLQ. To Douglas Ritcher: Superbad and SLQ. To Evan Dotas: Brighton Beach, implied notes, Rosanna, Jefferson Starship, low brass, and the Sean Francais Horns. To Ellie Plass: Summer, it was weird, long walks, and nothing matters. To Ava Reynolds: Heart to hearts, unperformed stand tunes, matching outfits, and the yet to be “events”. To Laura Ruple: Jazz, “Ex Boyfriend” by Lil’…..To Valerio Aleman: Jazz trombone, matching clothes, watches and mute bags, and good times in MYBB. To Hollyn Slykhuis: Rides home, talking too much, and 324 to the end. To Phoebe Copeland: Literally anything that needs to get done, band couch hang out sessions, casting, life-saving sandwiches, put the kettle on, and un-amateur photo taking devices. To Jaymie Inouye: Dream Sequence Dancing, 10 minute plays, old hat, and quick changes. To Andy King: Nah man, this is our baby. To Noah Hei: Longboards. To Andy, Ava, and Ellie: Italian Touch, and you’ve had ample time. To Graham Rebhun: Men’s A Cappella and Drama Club. And to Ava and Ellie: The new cool band.

O

I, Larkin O’Hara being of reckless mind and active body, do hereby bequeath the following items: First and foremost I leave my swagger deodorant and dancing abilities to the lady navy, a team that has made these four years crazy as ever right from the beginning. I leave my crazy spirit to my sister, Iris, whom I’ve been able to grow really close with even if we fight over the dumbest ish ever. I leave my no judgement and judgement to Hannah Purcell, who has been there for me through these past years, for literally everything, and who I can laugh about anything with. I leave my strength to Laurie Serrell, who is one of the strongest people I know, while also being full of so much positive spirit. I leave my intellect to Kara Simmons, who I know loves physics and aquatics just as much as myself. I leave my Miley Cyrus inspired dancing to Marimar Santiago, who taught me the ropes. I leave my love of musicals to Isabelle Burden, dude you still have my Wicked notebook. I leave my energy to Celia Ehrenpreis, who since day one has been my rock, my anchor, my other half, and pretty much every basic thing you can think of that means she’s family. I leave rants to Sydney Little, who from the moment we met in 6th grade totally clicked and understood the struggles of life as they come, through many many rant sessions. I leave my classyness to Lucy Rose, who has been the most supportive, caring, nice friend you could ever ask for, always knowing the best things to say to make any shitty situation alright. leave my bloody nose to Garrett Thompson, dude you’re never gonna forget that are you? I leave my love of trap music to my favorite Brit, Lucas Gibson, the guy that since age 2 has been a close friend of mine, love you bro. I leave fun times to Aubtin Heydari, who has been there with me through all the ups and downs that come this way. I leave my abs to Breanna Hostetter in honor of our fourth block gym ritual, werk. I leave my love of Starbucks with Lilian Poirot, who understands how white I am, because she’s probably the only person whiter than me I know. I leave my humor to Deborah Halpern, who just gets it. I leave my memories to this school, all my friends, and family, who have helped me become the person I am proud to be today. Thank you everyone.

P

I, Ryan Phillips, do hereby bequeath the following items: to Scott Wise, I leave one punch to the chin. It’s yours now. To Hannah Durden, I leave the greatest handshake ever created. To Maddy Dod, I leave late night, tired snapchats. To Parker Strickland, I leave my schemes for fights. To Sam Imeson, I leave all pepsi products stored in my garage. To Soph, I leave my after school rants in my car. And finally to Jackson Taylor I leave, One Tree Hill Marathons, My bed.., both my dogs, Catan, my blanket, All the food in my pantry, and finally, The Association. Use it wisely.

I, Lillian Poirot, being of basic mind and gluten free body, do hereby bequeath the following items: starting with chitty chitty bang bang and one act memories to Graham Rebun, Jaymie Inouye, and Isabelle Burden, the soprano one section to Mary-Hallet, Michelle, Ellie, and Hollyn, “HERE WE GO HERE WE GO” and gamma delta new to Caroline Shank, panera chips to Zach Benevento, the blessing of having teachers tell you they’ve had me in that class before and maybe calling you Lillian by mistake to my sister Sarah, Twizzlers to Abby Strickler, “‘MERICA” and Lake Champion memories to all of my young life girls, my shoulder as a punching bag to Noah Heie, river adventures and hurt feet to Hannah Purcell, and to Isabelle Burden… countless trips to Starbucks, singing explicit songs loudly in the car and getting looked at because we’re white, hot tea, movie nights, Regina George, serious talks, as well as tons of laughter, and the HHS ladiezz tradition along with Hannah.. I think that’s about it. (If I gave items to fellow seniors it would take up a whole Newsstreak in and of itself to ill just stop now)

R

I, Lucy Rose being of jubilant mind and sassy body, do hereby bequeath the following items:
To Kelli Showalter I leave assurance that your chemistry data will no longer be flawed. I also leave you confidence that you are going big places one day. Being your friend has been such a blessing!
To Michael Walton I leave the accumulation of my superior calculus skills (ha ha) and assurance that you are the most patient math partner and friend that I have ever known. Please remember me when you are a rocket scientist one day!
To Bootsie Grogg I leave venting sessions, J’s Bagels orders, and even more sass!
To Sophi Hartman I leave John Mayer and TPain song fests. Sing loud for me next year!
To Abby Hissong I leave you assurance that you are the sweetest girl I have ever known. I can’t wait for you to join me at UVA in three years!
To Ann Bauhan I leave bows, monograms, and our shared love for southern charm.
To Josh Byrd I leave my hope that I will be able to visit you in the White House one day.
To Mary Hallet Culbreth I leave the hilarious memory of us playing tennis against two guys in wolf Tshirts and assurance that you are the kindest friend. Also, rides home from tennis are always so fun, so please never get your license!
To my beautiful tennis ladies: Lettie, Ann, Sanarea, Binita, Michelle, Mary Hallet, Maria, Alesazem, Jessica, Athena, Jasmine, Molly C, Molly B, Kathryn M, Kathryn H, and Noelle I leave the Picnic Game and my word that you 16 ladies are the most fun- loving, sunshiny, and zany girls that I have ever met. Spending three months will you all has been such a blast. You all have filled my senior tennis season with such wonderful memories!
To my yearbook ladies: Megan, Emily, Christa, Cathya, Sophi, Lettie, Marjorie, Meaghan, Jasmine, and Lucy I leave faith that you all will once again create a magical yearbook next year. Working alongside you all has been so much fun! I am going to miss our Disney dance parties every day!
And finally, to my younger sister Lettie I leave my thanks for making every day of the past 16 years so much brighter. Having you as a sister and a best friend is the greatest gift that I have ever been given.

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I, Travis Schreiber-May being of unclear mind and tarnished body, do hereby bequeath the following items:
I leave full leadership of the Red Sea to Sam Imeson
I leave my pass rushing abilities to Devin Medley
To John Earle, I leave you position as the #1 Anchor in Broadcasting
To Jackson Taylor, I leave you the Dead Fish
To Seth Harper, I leave you the awkward kiss after your pick 6
To Jordan, Donovan, Austin, Jake, Nich, Douglas, Chase, Devin and Pishdar, I leave you Halo
To Mego, I leave skipping class and going for drives
To Blake, I leave the funniest moment of my life on our ride home from Tucker’s
To Chase, I leave you my O’s, my lungs
To Kyle, I leave you the Welfare Bear
To Critesy, I leave our hood and our wrecks while biking
To Faith, I leave Tucker
To Tuck, I leave you MY Faith
To Marko, Namaste
To Jesus, you already have everything
To Kev, I leave you our Draft Party and Wood Chucks Cider
To Paul, I leave you the art of fishing
To Josh, I leave you our awkward outbursts
To Bailey, I leave you my snapchats
To Ry Guy, I leave you Jax’s New Balances
To Crome, I leave my music
To Matthew, I leave you Slurpees
To Matt Shifflet, I leave you your football accolades
To Byrd, I leave you your extra credit
To Pish, I leave you my swag
To Sky, I leave you my jokes
To Katie and Taylor, I leave you FIFA
To Anna, sorry, you get nothing
To the students of Harrisonburg High School, I leave you my body and soul

I, Rafael Snell-Feikema, being of ___________ mind and ___________ body, do hereby bequeath the following items:
To Cecily and Marcie, I bequeath quietly playing the cello in the background of the pit orchestra. Shine through your solos and harmonies, and may you occasionally be noticed by the audience.
To Graham, Morgan, Merrill, Kara, and Nicole, I bequeath the right to exploit your unfairly boosted Gov School GPAs, the smugness of being “special”, and the responsibility to continue PoT and to go on the bay trip (because it was awesome, trust me). Yes, you too Kara and Nicole. I expect large contributions from all of you.
To Isabelle, I leave the other half of Newsstreak.com. I also give you my amazing writing skills. Use them well, and submit like at least half of your stories.
To Aarash and Atticus, I leave policy debate (I am half of the A team, after all). Go beat Broad Run. I also know that you’re not apt to do it, but I would be highly touched if in my memory you read some dubiously accurate critical aff or just anthro.
To Josh, I leave my McAuliffe campaign sign t-shirt.
To anyone else who expected something, I leave a free wallet-sized photograph of my glorious visage, available by request.

I, Sara Shenk Moreno being of sound mind and bruised body, do hereby bequeath the following items: to Camille Cummings, who will always be a junior in my eyes, I leave your fractured foot at Massanutten, carpooling to Monger, Kyoto’s fried rice and yum yum sauce, “Ride”, “Empire”, Cici’s, “Ridiculousness”, breakfast at your house, Mamacita’s food, sleepovers without permission, Postsecret, Outer Banks, Marbles with Ellie and Jerry, Cookout drive-thru, SVCC concert, helium balloons, jumping cows and angry farmers, memorable birthdays, Cici’s, late night adventures, uncontrollable and seemingly endless laughter, all the times you saved my life, including May 3rd, and my favorite of them all, waving goodbye at the stoplight home. To Sophia Hartman I leave Dutch Blitz, long life talks, The Fosters, me cooking and you cleaning, our savory smoothies, your perpetual and uncontrollable laughter at anything I have to say, and the painful task of finding a new partner for soccer next year. To Kara Simmons I leave Spanish music, fiestas, my love for Pam, always working hard to become the best version of yourself, and panicking as your car falls apart. To Baby Faith I leave Martin’s french baguette bread, your adorable mom, soccer tournaments, hand medicine, and memorable nights. To Tori Armentrout I leave blueberry donuts, little hispanic boys playing in your backyard, and making fun of Camille and Simara. To Mariah King I leave four corner drill, a reminder to take care of your contacts, my eternal love for little Olivia, and leading the basketball team next year.

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I, Garrett Thompson, HRH The Duke of Oxford, being of ultra sound and celestial body, do hereby bequeath the following items: To Graham Rebhun, I leave the ability to tell the difference between the parking lot and the sidewalk. To Noah Heie, I leave a plethora of pre-tied bow ties because they truly are classier. I leave my clarinet, Wilhelm, to a miss Michelle Eckstein in the hopes that she will love and care for it the same as I almost did. To Jessica Nguyen I leave tacos, Cinco de Mayo and Jennifer Lopez. Victoria Giron will inherit long bus rides to Boston filled with laughter and some tears but most importantly she will inherit my love for Starbucks. To a miss Laura Fairbanks Ruple I leave a plethora of things which I will list in order of importance. I leave the boob dance we became so fond of. I leave my unbridled love for Sampson. I leave awkward shopping dates with your current boyfriends but most importantly I leave the sacred traditions of the Harrisonburg High School clarinet section in the hopes that you will fulfill the duties and responsibilities as your sister and brethren leaders before you. To the band and drama students I am leaving behind the fiery passion of performance. I leave the drive to succeed and the will to always want to outdo yourself because in the world you are in that is the most important thing. To Ariel Vogel I leave being absolutely fabulous on a day to day basis. To Phoebe “Phoebola Carl” Copeland I leave warm hugs and years of playing soccer with the possibility of having had at least four concussions. And last but certainly not least, To Isabelle Virginia Burden, the Judy Garland to my Barbra Streisand I leave Boston in the Fall, I leave center stage and all its glory. I leave the soulfulness of a 250 pound black woman. I leave the art of performance but most importantly I leave the Harrisonburg theater program better than I found it.

I, Jason Minh Tran being of oriental, brilliant, beautiful, flawless mind and perfect, slayful body, do hereby bequeath the following items:

To Emma, I leave you the ACC. You and Felicia guard it with your lives.
To Ber-Kelly Clarkson, I leave you the hardest class I have ever taken in my entire life. Not only has your class made me rethink my ability to work but it has also made me rethink my life decisions. Thanks.
To Jessica Nguyen, I leave you the terrible beatings. Good luck finding a replacement me. Stay true to the list.
To Hannah, I leave you Sweet Frog runs, ranting, and the awkward times where I pretended I could toss flags better than you.
To Douglas, I leave you crazy amounts of laughter over Dark Horse, hymn stations, and light jazz.
To Ellie, I leave you flawless reenactments of Frozen scenes.
To Jaymie, I leave you the perfect band adventures. Keep reppin’ the Asians for me.
To Selena, I leave you my pit children. Take care of them and feed them every once in awhile and don’t be nervous, you’ll be a great leader. Hide the plates and keep the trio alive.
To Ms. Houff, Mr. Upton, Mr. Snow, and Mr. Richard, I thank you all so much. It is because of you all that I have the courage to chase my dreams. Thanks for inspiring me.
To Harmony, I leave you the walk and talks because they were on point.
To Mr. Bair, I thank you for your classes because it has taught me so much about how to actually study. You feel me?
To Neal, Andy, and Valerio, I leave you interesting choir conversations that will make me contemplate life and various other topics.
To Dotas, I leave you the hilarious things that you have done to make me literally die from laughing so hard. Please twerk for the freshman.
To Patrick, I leave a very overdue apology because I’m really stupid. I’m sorry.
To Aries, I leave you one word: Slay.
To my sister’s friends, I leave you my sister. If a boy walks in a 3 feet radius of her, immediately dismantle him.
To my little sister, I leave you epic fights, awkward times of being wingmen, hilarious memories, and just a 10/10 time. I know I’ll be down the street but hey, call me up and I’ll beat you up anytime. And with that I leave you a Ancient Chinese secret, but really it’s a bomb quote: Don’t let the haters keep you off your grind. Keep your head up, I know you’ll do fine. Keep fighting until you get there. And when you are down and feel like giving up. Whip your hair back and forth.