I, Ally Adams, do hereby bequeath
To Shannon McGowan: the library – it needs a McGowan!
To Kristen Phelps: my chapel seat in Rudd
To Nicole Walker: the mushroom stool and Anna and David Tromanhauser
To Emily McKeehan: the circle road around campus – great for walks with friends!
To Ben Andrews (who is my friend): those Jesus videos
To the senior class SGA: Drank, staw waws, tense t-shirt votes, donuts, and good times
To Carrie Cook: warm smiles and friendly hugs
To Bryan College: screens on the bathroom windows in Huston
To Stacey Tatum: Dr. Hartzell and anatomy
To Trent Gay: sebum!
To Jessica Jones: Mercer 3rd – take care of it!
To Sharon Smythe: CORE and Pie Friday
To Chelsea Parham: Birchwood Baptist and Sunday School
To Jen Grove: a tip-proof canoe
To Elisabeth Williams: the grassy bowl and that grate behind Huston wherein reside the ashes…
To Erin Grayson: 10 children and a loving husband!
To Kim McKennett: tight hugs and belly laughs
To Josh Bogle: a Bryan t-shirt (you can keep it this time)
To Becky Claflin: Keeper, our tree outside Huston, ladybugs, Princess songs, and lifelong friendship
To Emily Lantzer: the penguin, the ability to talk to me about yourself anytime, Monday night dinner, breakfast tea, rabies memories, laughter and tears, and lifelong friendship
To Jeremy Blaschke: the library study rooms, the door jam on Mercer 3rd, the biology lab, full moons, awkward moments, the walking park, the natural bridge at Pocket (maybe we’ll make it there someday), the opportunity to beat me at any contest I start, and a stargate into my heart
I, Jeremy D. Blaschke, do hereby bequeath the following:
To Josh Bogle: I leave fire starting, kidnapping, awesome costume designs, and the phalanx formation
To Emily Lantzer: I leave the summer, a big bowl of meat and noodles, and a spit wad in your ear
To Kim McKennett: I leave all the pianos in the world and gummi bear vitamins
To Erin Grayson: I leave a nice, big, rubber cement rash
To Elisabeth Williams: I leave heresy, adventure, and a good night’s sleep
To Jeffrey Gudim: I leave one more episode, conspiracy theories, and Pocket Wilderness
To Josh Jones: I leave Reggie and assassination plots
To Ben Andrews: I leave God’s sovereignty and an evil world, good luck
To Annalise Williams: I leave cayenne pepper and orange mush
To the Bryan College Biology Department: I leave new CDC-imposed necropsy regulation procedures
To Allyson Adams: I leave study rooms, Mercer 3rd, waterfalls, cake in the face, eternal memories, my deep affection, and the seat right next to me
I, Hannah Camp, being of reasonably sound mind, do hereby bequeath the following…
To Chelsea, Dani and Becky: not-so-quiet giggling behind the reference shelves on Tuesday nights, sleepovers involving a tent and crocheting and snow outside, happy snacks whenever they are needed, and octopus kisses.
To all Huston Basidians old and new: late nights of laughter and talk in the hall, hand crafted valentine boxes, The Quote wall and all of the quotes not written down, lots of borrowed clothes, memories of Heather O’Brien waking everyone up for pancake breakfast, and my purple rug with an unfortunate glue spot. I will however be taking back my yellow rain boots soon though.
To Hannah L., Olivia, Pamela, Susannah and Allison: a surprise birthday picnic hidden off the road.
To Anna Rustebakke: a melted candy in your ear and a metal of bravery for babysitting Virginia, dodging cockroaches while running on summer nights, getting kicked out of Houston high school by Mrs. Jones, and walks in rain boots.
To Rachel Carr: our family tree and Bobby Deason, all of our miss-communications and miss-speaking: “Yes Lord?”, “20% chance”, late night conversations in the dark, and lots of laughter together.
To Hannah H. and Lizy: hiding in Hannah’s trunk during a certain scavenger hunt freshman year, Josh Bales’ “no good at goodbyes”, a gold star for putting up with me the week of my cool aid face and the memory of me rolling in the waves (that’s for Rach too), and all of the things written down and not written down in the awkward notebook.
And to all of the ladies on Amanda’s birthday night, you know who you are and what I’m leaving you.
I, Rachel Carr, do hereby bequeath the following:
To Hannah “Campin”: 20% chance, Josh Bales, Big Macs, SPRING BREAK 210, all the sunburn in Florida, and the best conversations over breakfast.
To Hannah Hamrick: my music collection, painting Birminghams, Donuts, all of the trails I left in your room, never getting stuck, and every single mile we’ve traveled together.
To Lizy Peters: all the backpacks and purses in the whole world (together), Easter at your house, and my horseshoe jams.
To Chelsea Parham: bathroom conversations, borrowing clothes, and screaming after quiet hour.
To Becky Claflin: great-grandmother rings, Caesar salads, and two gas station hot dogs. To Jenn McCue: my Intro to Lit book (to burn).
To Hannah Lee: killer bees in the bathroom.
To Olivia Pool: building foundations.
To Natalie McGehee: the bagels in the cafeteria.
To Amelia Pool: really long showers.
To Anna Rustebakke: salsa in the kitchen and homework-delaying conversations in the library.
To Jenny Harvey: Jones Soda and walks downtown.
To Ben Young: your first date since the sock hop.
To JD Davis: awkward RA games.
To DZ: Vanderwall’s number.
To Jordan Thompson: all the candy (because you like it the most).
To Dilts: Lizy.
To Rachel Hewitt: buying boyfriend sweaters and waiting in Christmas traffic.
To the Huston RAs: the pie down.
To all of the RAs: Brock from Facing the Giants (“Your very best!”).
To all of the girls of Huston base: chocolate chip pancakes, wonderful conversations late at night, my dying dry erase markers, my point pad, and the best memories.
To Matthew Dee: pocket, every McDonalds in the world, and track #8. Enough said.
I, Ben Cunningham, being of sound body and spirit and stuff, do hereby bequeath the following:
To Caitlyn Boronow: a “surprise!” sandwich filled with de-brained crawfish.
To Joey Bruno: new covenant blessings without the old covenant curses.
To Adam Coker: a black t-shirt and a toilet plunger.
To Lauren Estes: some salve to put on that carpetburn on your heart.
To Billy Findley: some Taco Bell coupons.
To Katelyn Fletcher: a zebra with a jet pack.
To Brian Huff: a real Bible and some homestar quotes.
To the I.T. Dept.: insurance coverage for damage done by summer student workers.
To Ruben Kinser: a battle-axe.
To Alexis Landry: a five-star reference letter for all employers of accompanists.
To Chris Leary: a new outer car door handle, a new inner car door handle, and window injury insurance.
To Long First: an N64 decked out with controllers from unknown sources (Matthew Kear not included).
To Jenifer Manzo: a pack of honey mustard.
To Shannon McGowan: an old victrola.
To Rachel Mele: a marked Greek book and a cowboy hat (and a cowboy if I can find one).
To Carlin Nasiatka: weekly meetings and a talking stick.
To Matt Neises: Little Caesar’s and a 1-up Mushroom.
To Renee Nelson: a hopeless old microphone and a Pulitzer Prize for skit-writing.
To Daniel Prince: suspenders.
To Julia Royer: her first name set to a collection of Christmas tunes.
To Lauren Twombly: Joy, a bunch of talented actors, and the words, “Good choice!”
To Lia Varela: a glass unicorn and R2-D2.
To Elisa Whitlock: an award for improvisational skills and for tricky card-playing skills. To Kelsey Williamson: a brand new puppy dog with cute little ears.
To Caleb Young: some sweet honeymoon wheels
I, Molly Gehring, being in a right and happy state of mind, do bequeath the following:
To Lindsay Mckissick, aka “Linja”: I leave all the ninjas on this page that you can’t see because they are ninjas, the Olympics, Europe and all Chorale tours, the color green, recycling, British accents, Georgia dirt, Easter at Devon’s, Narnia music, the Batman banquet, Six Flags, Russia, honest communication, good talks, cousinly affection, and being friends for the past 4 years. You mean so much to me. I love you.
To Millie Jones: I leave coloring, the color yellow, our name confusion, daisies, Easter at Devon’s, ninjas, swing dancing, tie dying, hymn sings, cheerios, The Writing Life, every accolade for your incredible poetry, children’s books, practically living in your room freshman year, good talks, Six Flags, sunsets, cousinly affection, and being friends for the past 4 years. Thanks for sticking with me through thick and thin. I love you.
To Devon Spacek: I leave Junior and Senior years. We missed you.
To Katie Newsome: I leave Gilmore Girls, bad smells from our fridge, lazy Saturday mornings (when we were both actually here), dinner together, bed bugs, Roll Tide, texting, pranking Heather, heartfelt talks, and being the best roommate a girl could have. I love you.
To Emily Hendrix: I leave the Disney Show, Bridal magazines, double dating, sleepovers, long and meaningful talks, Chorale tour, dancing without injury, baby’s breath, and even more of the servant’s heart which you have already grasped so firmly. I love you.
To Jason Hundley: I leave Harlem, our little “band of brothers,” hand motions for Intro to Theater tests, ninja skills, a hug, the continued possession of the “We Beat Covenant” song, and I humbly and gratefully turn in my third wheel.
To Alexis Landry: I leave “Mmm-lynn,” all of my practice hours from the past 4 years, lots of hugs, and the award for being the best freshman in the world. I love you!
To Alexis Landry, Elizabeth Yates, Ali Ibsen, Lauren Twombly, and Emily Hendrix: I leave track lighting, bleeding armadillo groom’s cake, hairspray, wigs, and all the good memories from Steel Magnolias.
To Lucy Moore: I leave Rhett, watching the Olympics together, and a million lead roles.
To Ethan Hargraves, Justin Winters, Lindsey Wolfe, and Josh Jones: I leave New York accents and all the good memories from Lost in Yonkers.
To Emily Hurlbut: I leave early morning greetings in the bathroom, bed bugs, and 80s dance parties.
To Ryan Smith, Ally Underwood, and Timmy Sunday: I leave all four years of Chorale Tour.
To Kim Mckennett: I leave the Chopsticks duet and all the piano playing talent in the world.
To Abe Roberts: I leave Beethoven and a button-up.
To Andrew Sweeny: I leave hayrides and an endless supply of very shiny saxophones.
To Stephen Deck: I leave sarcastic jokes in Music Theory.
To Ally Underwood, Meredith Moore, Lindsay Mckissick, Kim Mckennett, Ryan Smith, Timmy Sunday, Andrew Sweeny, Abe Roberts, and Stephen Deck, I leave part writing, fully diminished 7th chords, twelve-tone rows, conducting, tapping and sightsinging at ungodly hours of the morning, the cup of woe, and Mrs. Beery-Norwood.
To Charlee Marshall and Erika Gebel: I leave “I can,” “Hey puppy,” “Plaaaa-centa,” pigs and cows, and the awesome-est alto section in the world.
To Kelly Miller: I leave all the music history and music theory knowledge in the world, the back row in Music History, listening test study sessions, Chicago deep dish pizza, excitement about weddings, and sarcasm. Love you, kid.
To TJ Wilson: I leave “Lo Schiento!” and CD sales.
To Tori Wisthoff: I leave The Marriage of Figaro, any solo I’ve ever had, the Friday night Chorale tour tradition, and the sweetness and graciousness of manner you already possess. I cherish you, friend.
To Elise Bacon and Danielle Wilson: I leave “Get closcher,” every Lauren Page-ism in the book, “The food,” the Little Mermaid, becoming better friends, and sweet Chambers memories.
To Ethan Hargraves: I leave Rook. And a picture of you sleeping.
To Natalie Mcgehee: I leave ridiculous piano duets.
To Anna Roberts: I leave looking at my engagement ring. May you have your own someday.
To Caitlin Hawkins: I leave the best Mrs. Keck impersonation ever.
To Drew Abercrombie and Patrick Roberts: I leave my spot between you in Chambers. Thank you for not stepping on my feet. To Drew, I also leave Greek and Hebrew, and to Patrick, fifteen seconds.
To Alicia Schulze: I leave many good talks, being old ladies in the Crucible, and Pocahontas hugs.
To Jarod Soltis: I leave the most virtuosic piano pieces ever written. I have no doubt you will master them.
To Kyle Thomas: I leave sarcasm and a farm.
To Nicole Thomas: I leave Australia, being known as the strong voices in the alto section, and perseverance, which you already possess in spades.
To Johanna Wilkening: I leave MTNA conferences.
To Dr. Mel Wilhoit: I leave notecards and all the sleep I lost while studying for your tests.
To Ryan Smith, Andrew Davis, Becky Claflin, and Kim Mckennett: I leave Freshman SGA, the Willy Wonka banquet of awesomeness, the Pirates Who Don’t Do Anything Freshman Talent Show, Disney Karaoke, and many long and fun hours in the SGA room.
To Huston 3rd: I leave “Word to the 3rd,” breaking the bed at the Willy Wonka Valentine’s Banquet, prank wars that end in toilet papering, and continuing the tradition of being the best hall at Bryan College.
To Heather Laskin: I leave the Green Hotties, Geriatrics day, and pranks involving mannequins in your room.
To Bailey Payne: I leave a good pair of running shoes, Golf class, and a hug.
To Olivia Pool: I leave mad organizational skills and sophomore class VP.
To Ally Adams: I leave late night discussions about boys and zoology from freshman year.
To Hannah Camp and Caitlyn Boronow: I leave freshman English with Dr. Legg.
To Hannah Hamrick: I leave Enchanted quotes and way more time than we ever got to spend together.
To Phillip Kohler: I leave a Philly cheese steak.
To Summer Neilson: I leave Gidget.
To Elijah Ammen: I leave Richard Nixon and Broadway. And Britney Weber, to whom I leave all the cuteness in the world.
To Seth Dukes: I leave the Illustrious Giggling Sprinting Flying Electrifying Gopher Nuns and the name Melman.
To Chelsea Parham, Becky Claflin, and Kristen Phelps: I leave the 2007-2008 Women’s Ministry Counsel.
To Rachel Hewitt: I leave a smile and a big hug.
To Emily Mckeehan: I leave finger painting, Concepts of Physical Fitness, and the encouraging attitude you always exude.
To Betsy Hailes: I leave paint messages in the back of Music Technology class.
To Molly Vejvoda: I leave the illustrious name of Molly. Bear it well.
To Aaron Hunt: I leave being the most dramatic lab partners in Chemistry lab.
To Alexis Landry, Christina Morgan, Lucy Moore, Emilie Belisle, Michelle Molzahn, Mariana Sterne, Anna Stewart, and Meaghan Jones: I leave gratefulness for making my life brighter this year. You made me excited about being at Bryan again. Thank you.
To Amy Morris: I leave a Frisbee.
To the seniors: I leave “What the fat?!?,” Beat Covenant, the greatest comeback in Spirit Week history ever, the old café, the new entrance, and the majority of our class that left Bryan. I am proud to have survived and still be part of this class. 2010!
To those who have already graduated (and who probably won’t read this), I miss you and I wouldn’t be who I am today without you. So thank you, David Gehring, Lauren Page Lawrence, Emily White, Jeremy Moore, Katrina Smith, Trisha Ewing, Joanna Downing, and Laura Funke. I love you all.
And finally, to David Sutton: I leave myself. You know how I feel about you, babe. I love you and I’m proud of you. ☺
I, Andrew Goggans, do leave the following:
To Melanie Goggans: I bequeath my position as the keeper of the legend of 4th Long pranks.
To Anna LiCausi: I bequeath my mad gator driving skills so that you may avoid the many obstacles in your way as you drive like a bat out of hell.
To Kiwi Portesi: I bequeath my weed-eating skills so that you may keep from breaking your back or killing someone with a pebble.
To Kendall Armstrong: I bequeath my skill to encode detailed class notes in meticulously detailed sketches of lightsaber hilts.
To Justin Malloy: I bequeath the joys of being a junior dating a freshman and my position as the favorite boyfriend-of-the-desk-clerk.
Kyle Van Gorkom: I bequeath my ability to hold hands in chapel without getting caught.
To Stephen Hill I bequeath my southern colloquialisms so that he might be able to occasionally hide his identity as a furry alien genius by sounding like a normal human being.
To Elijah Ammen: I bequeath my prowess as a Starwars uber-nerd.
To Taylor Gentry: I bequeath the stubbornness needed to finish a degree at Bryan even after many set backs.
To Sharon Smythe: I bequeath my ability to finish the Computational Chemistry end-of-the-semester Spartan synthesis test by magically gaining access to the Organic Chem Lab in the middle of the night.
To Kevin McEwen: my ability to run up a tree and my knowledge of the trail from Blue Hole to Buzzards Point.
To Caleb and Annalyn Ebersole: I bequeath the joys of being married and in school and thus the envy of most of the neurotic couple-gossip obsessed student body.
To Jandi Heagen: I bequeath the right and proper title of Jandagatha.
I, Hannah Hamrick, do hereby bequeath the following:
To Jordan Thompson: (#57) A parked Jeep in the grassy bowl, late night games of 42, & taking one for the team to get Lizy and Dilts together, also, candy, because we all know you like candy the best
To Tyrone Sheppard: (Coach) A false police report about Ian Brown & many a heart-to-heart about life and love
To Justin MacKay: A scavenger hunt to the stage under Rudd & the sewn sleeves of all your t-shirts
To Jonathan Dilts: the spare key to your Jeep, and an apology for calling you “the nasty,” and congrats on being lucky enough to engage my roomie
To JD Davis: Some transfer students to be friends with, a plane ticket to an undetermined village in Africa, & my baseball stats book for keeping me posted next season
To Daniel Zimmerman: (BC’s most eligible bachelor) Skype chats from Oxford & an apology for being a tool and stealing away your roommate…it was nothing personal.
To Ben Young: a road trip to NYC, water ballooning like it was our job, the front seat in JD’s truck, forgiveness for all your quips about “the many weaknesses of my kind”… & some sauce for your big mouth
To Hannah Lee: the Hannah game, evil laugh, chats about life and relationship woes, & being the “same person” when it comes to such things
To Olivia Pool: My cornbread knife and button nose, watching Friends, & hilarious conversations about the indiscretions of our younger years
To Allison McLean: Living together the life of an English major (though it was never what it could have been without that red wine), & specifically, the Shakespeare all-nighters on the hall floor of Huston base
To Chelsea Parham: Heart to hearts while doing P90X yoga
To Jenn McCue: “Yennifer!”, lounging on our massive bed, two semesters of US History, your growls in Kenpo, and wrestling matches with Joey
To Becky Claflin: “BABY!”, always being “focused on the family!”, & a birthday kidnapping to “McCaf”
To Melissa Longoria: That basketball championship we never won & talking about everything BUT our theses in our English group
To Anna Rustebake: the most delightful coffee dates and dreaming together of strolls in the English country side
To Emily Sitzler: Driving lessons, all you can eat cake at the diner, & an awesome awkward moment
To Matt and Caleb: Being cool/lucky enough to catch two of my dearest friends
To Rachel Carr: the best road trip conversations, the pigeon goodnight song, laser-like eyes, & the joys and woes of finally growing up
To Hannah Camp: Our annual autumn walk, my knitting needles and yarn, tickle fights, & finally getting to have your name back
To Lizy Peters: the Friday cleaning country mix, a bottle of sorrows, nighttime chats/snuggles, & a request for Joey, since you are getting a husband, also a request to become the nanny/housemaid who sleeps on the couch of your apartment
To Huston Base: Four years of wonderful memories and of “Eating This!”, the right to never observe “quiet hour,” the quote wall, & a clogged sink in room #116
To the family: Family dinners, a trip to the lake, birthday parties, and the legacy of Pudge, Mike, and Miah
To Amanda & Co.: the flashiest of birthday outings
I, Stephanie Huskey, hereby bequeath:
To Billy Findley and Chris Leary: trips to pocket and intramural volleyball. It’s your job to lead your future teams to victory (and then have sonic runs afterwards!)
To Ben Ferrante and Nick Cahill: the guarding and care of Mr. Reed, his classes, and his classroom.
To Lindsay Thomas and Faith Kostreva: all the remaining math classes yet to be taken. Derive (if you can find an open Derive computer), and crazy math homework. Because you never really understand math, you just get used to it.
To Lana Douglas: my mutual sympathy for Fine Arts class, the age of a female’s hands, and late afternoon lunches.
To Caleb Haynes: the duties of a commuter: getting up extremely early, long drives to and from school, homemade lunches, a lack of social events, and the ability to only make new friends with people who share your classes.
To Anissa Meberg, Katelyn Fletcher, and Kelly Findley: Dutch Blitz, Disney quotes, weird conversations, and your Arthur marathons.
To Desirae Hicks and Elisa Whitlock: all the anime series we were unable to finish, photography outings, late nights, afternoon exercises, fangirl squeals, and Deviant art. (Desirae, take care of the ship and the crew.)
To Sonja Meberg: anything pink, fluffy, and Hello Kitty in our room as well as 10 pm bedtimes and early mornings. I leave to you the organization of roomie parties and quotebooks, “biscuits!” scenic drives in the dark, the task of making the room smell with food, and your demon.
To Carlin Nasiatka: the chore of sweeping, the responsibilities of 100 million jobs, clubs, and RA duties, extra space, the love of white chocolate, as well as tshirt designs and the borrowing of roommates clothes.
I, Emily Lantzer, being of sound mind do hereby bequeath…
To Ally Adams: Our precious little brown Myotis, Blythe Ferry and heart conversations, Roger and Molly, and pink pen/gray pencil classroom pastimes.
To Amanda Elswick: The ASC and delightful conversations in place of neglected homework.
To Andrew Sweeny: Chin tag, fishbowl, and post-test discussions about exams.
To Ashley Maye: All the enjoyable sweetness of times spend together.
To Ben Young: Fun times in, ahem, “wonderful” classes.
To Carrie Cook: IJM GPG, the fight for justice, and everything I know about rugby.
To Elisabeth Williams: The Man who was Thursday, a sprawling, picturesque European manor, and all the adventures yet to be had.
To Emily McKeehan: The Lord of the Rings extended, Stride spearmint gum, and the best kid’s book I’ve ever read (although that’s already yours).
To Erin Grayson: The knowledge that clowns should be avoided, period, Garfield coloring pages, the little Delmottes, and the E4+K t-shirts that I, um, never finished.
To Esther Wise: Cough drops, Zoology hangovers, and Word to the Third.
To Faith Wagner: Crisis after crisis, Choochybeaw voices, awkward hugs, and story times.
To Jeremy Blaschke: Pocket in every season, a postexposure prophylaxis consisting of HRIG administered to the posterior aspect of the thigh and 5.0 mL of PCECV to the deltoid, and actions so annoying that even I reacted.
To Jon Brown: Chapel seats and Chattanooga bridges.
To Josh Bogle: Signs, The Village, Knowing, and the terror they brought, Birchwood and orthodox doctrine, pillow fights I start and you end, and time-killing on facebook.
To Kim McKennet: The most fun times, the richest conversations, and the best “tutoring” sessions ever.
To Nate Rogers: Rejection tables, Hartz and Genetics, electrophoresis, and good conversations with no topic barred.
To Sarie: Yelling contests, crying which turns to stifled laughter to mirth, true frustrations, honest desires, and encouragement to move from talk to action.
To Sharen Smythe: the proud title of Bryan College Biology major. You do Mercer 3rd proud.
To Trent Gay: “Eat it” and Zoology study sessions.
I, Hannah Lee, having a bad case of senioritis but hopefully still of sound mind and body, do bequeath the following:
To Olivia—my better half: I leave everything about me I wish was more like her, which is most of me.
To Evan: I leave my thoughts, since they’ll be with him anyway.
To Allison: I leave a fairy tale. She’ll know what to do with it.
To Susannah: I leave my Super Mario Brothers skills, and the promise to beat every level she can’t.
To Hamrick: I leave the task of living her dreams, and calling me when she does.
To Campy: I leave my head, but only when she feels like petting a cat.
To Lizy: I leave an open invitation to cook for me anytime, she’s always been a natural.
To Rachel: I leave my door so that it will learn to stay open like hers.
To Lauren Simpson: I leave the nasty bugs behind Huston. At least two of them.
To Pamela: I leave a never-ending-honest-to-goodness admiration of her artwork.
To Summer: I leave Beverly Hills.
To Joy: I leave a twin bed.
To Philip: I leave my questions in case he ever runs out.
To Natalie and Amelia: I leave the task of indulging in Friends re-runs, Dr. Peppers, Saturday mornings, homework hair, and girl-time.
To Seth: I leave the legacy of long legs—and ample leg room under tables all to himself.
To Chad: I leave my spontaneity, since we were kindred spirits in it all along.
To Elijah: I leave all of my books in the hopes that he’ll read them instead of his.
To Yulisa Lopez: I leave “las arañas.”
To Sarah Becker: I leave smiles, and the responsibility of brightening days with them.
To Andrea: I leave a gummy bear—and one that I’d eat first at that.
To Aaron Shears: I leave as many hugs as he asks for.
To Jen Manzo and Erika: I leave the task of keeping up with all of my awkward comments on the phone, and they are many.
To Dr. Impson: I leave all of my disgraceful writing habits, but only because she took them from me forcibly long ago.
And to Huston Base: I leave H-119, for the first time in four years. Treat it well.
I, Joseph D. Maughon, hope that no one left out of the following will feels too terribly heartbroken that they did not make the cut, as it were. It’s tough, I know. That being said, I would like to will the ensuing endowments to the ensuing folks:
To Rick Croft: A hardcore parkour trophy. Maybe some other crap, too.
To Ben Ferrante: I will that you never stop saying hilarious things
To Lucy Moore: Sole dominion of hunky-chunky baking
To Christina Morgan: Um…well…I don’t know
To Molly Vejvoda: Whatever reminds you of home…I guess some Polish sausage or something like that?
To Amy Morris: A stepladder, and escape from your addiction
To Caleb Young: The allowance to hang whatever flag you wish wherever you wish, and some guns.
To Jenifer Manzo: Escape from your nickname, and a lot of tea
To Meagan McIntyre: Someone whose name you can shout every time you see him/her
To Trent Snyder: Some nice shirts…at least you already have the body
To Annalise Williams: A lifetime supply of goats and diatoms, and maybe even some parasites
To Andrew Schaale: Someone to back you up when you get in fights (as if you need help)
To Aaron Shears: Young Man! I will that some of us seniors fail and have to come back next year
To Danielle Wilson: Pool skillz, and more prudence when it comes to making bets
I, Allison Mclean, hereby bequeath. . .
To Susannah: an open invitation to live next door to me any time. Friends like you are few and far between, and I’m glad we decided to be roommates after we were roommates. O, and you can have your stinky old almond milk. Yuck.
P.S. I would leave you the Vietnamese Bistro, but I’d like to keep my half of those adventures, if you don’t mind.
To Hannah Lee: a little bit of my taste in music, a little bit of my rather eclectic aesthetic, a little bit of my unorthodox philosophies, and a lot of my love and respect.
To Olivia: all the late-night debates about boys, friendships, smoking, politics, SGA, and anything else controversial. In each of these conversations, I have only grown to love and respect you more. I think God knew I needed an Olivia in my life.
To Pamela: many more afternoons spent in coffee shops, drawing over fragrant cups of coffee and talking about life–even if you are better at drawing than me.
To Bryan: Dear fellow, I leave you the sapling ash and my friendship.
To Amelia and Natalie: one lovely, plum sectional wedge. It’s yours to have and to hold until you graduate and will it to another deserving Bryan kid who will keep the tradition alive.
To Hannah Hamrick: the harried memories of all nighters before Shakespeare, Brit. Lit. and whatever other literature mid terms and finals. Procrastinators unite!
To Billy: long, sleepless Tuesday nights of toiling over each and every article, cutline, photos, etc. I also leave you one Nikon D70s camera to borrow all by yourself.
To Kaity: long nights in the mac lab (and in the dinosaur lab), where you will doubtless spend your hard work and care on articles, cutlines, and designs with little thanks in return, but the lessons you will learn, I’ve found, are more than worthwhile.
To Kim Tuttle: a little corner on campus that has been fertile ground for much of my growth and development over the past few years. Thank you for buying me coffee, for challenging me in love, and for never being too busy to be there for those around you.
To Yuri Yulisa: full rights to the freaking one’s middle name. Also, I give you the right to put a spider in her underwear drawer any time you want.
To Bryce: Although it’s not fully mine to give, I leave you the Little Foxes. I am truly going to miss that brood when I depart from this place. Stay foxy. Yip yap.
To Joseph Maughon: my regards, for you are my favorite senate counterpart.
To Chris Tuttle: the full rights to my nickname, “Gertrude.”
To the entire senior SGA: many more slow rolling times.
To all the people that have been in my life at Bryan and graduated or transferred off this hill (Heather O’Brien, William Anderson, Joe Bushan, Paul Shanks, Channing Spano, etc.) – my affection and my thanks for many lovely memories.
I, Susannah McIlvaine, being of questionable mind but ridiculously hot body, do bequeath the following:
To Allison McLean: I bequeath half of my living space at whatever time she may need it.
To Philip Meznar: I leave my copy of Till We Have Faces, along with my solemn promise never to broach the subject again.
To Yulisa Lopez: I leave my middle name, because she likes it a lot more than I do.
To Joseph Maughon: I leave all my music in the hope that his tastes will mature.
To Savannah Crowder: I leave the ETS. Enjoy it.
To Amelia George: I leave all her clothing, because it’s about time I returned it.
To Hannah Lee: I leave my right to privacy, along with my gratitude for never allowing me as much alone time as I wanted.
To Pamela Simpson: I bestow my assignment planner, never used.
To Joy Berner: I bequeath the Hixson Starbucks, the place where I finally got to know her a little bit.
To Seth Dukes: I leave some of my timidity, because I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have any.
To Stephanie Pickel: I reluctantly bequeath her SuperMario, hoping she’ll still let me come over and play.
To Evan Johnson: I leave a little bird I found up in the café.
To Lauren Simpson: I bequeath picture dates in the woods, late nights following Creepy Dude in downtown Dayton, and one coupon for a free coffee date (really this time).
To Olivia Pool: I leave the credit for every healthy decision I’ve made in the past year. I don’t know where I would be without that girl.
And to Elijah Ammen: I leave a heartfelt mention in my senior will.
I, Lindsay McKissick, being in an extremely emotional state, do bequeath these items to my beloved friends who will be sorely missed:
To Millie: have the most charming of children stories, the Pirates III trailer, Planet Earth, some baby jokes, and a small bug, but not that turquoise quarter-length sleeved blouse. Thank you for your fierce acceptance and your ever ready listening ears.
To Molly: to you: late-night theory homeworking, and a cup o’ dirt, that awesome song we wrote with LP freshman year for theory, mysterious cream puffs, and the lovely “Musica Dei!” Thank you for your grace and sweet concern.
To Devon: for you, Planet Unicorn, Ian Benardo, Bryan Fellows, Ask a Ninja, Music and lyrics, Kashif from “So you Think you can Dance,” and “Yeah.” Thank you for remaining one of my best friends and for your constant, loving interest in my life.
To Elizabeth: please enjoy forever the memories of the Disney dance show and the most convoluted banquet scheme ever! I’m so glad that we have finally become good friends, and, go figure, you’ve become an invaluable one. Thank you for your confidence.
To Britney: I give you many wonderful nights of dancing with your favorite partner, myself, and happy times in makeshift dressing rooms (cough cough). I’m going to miss you so very much, dear friend, and I so regret not getting to know you sooner. Thank you for your love.
To Sweeny: I regret to inform you that you’re not allowed to take any pictures here. Please have this model of the Sears Tower, the Hancock building, The Trump Hotel, and that stupid little super market. Pppft. Thank you for you competition.
To Maughon: Senate Counterpart, best friend for a little while, I hope it will be convenient for as long as we live to be friends. To you, I leave some mariachi maracas, some green cards, and a German phrase book. Thank you for your sarcasm and your surprising genuineness.
To Class SGA of 2008-2009: I leave to each of you 500 leaf strands cut from donated carpet, more banana splits than you can eat, and so many inappropriate south of the border jokes. Thank you for laughing when I laughed.
To Class SGA from 2007-2008: I leave to you a Sophomore S’more and More… with Fire! Thank you for encouraging my ideas.
To Erin: of course I want you to have as much Maggi sauce, Jasmine rice, Mamas, and dried squid you (and your fiancée!) could ever eat. Thank you for being a wonderful roommate and a great friend.
To Nate Rogers: take this recipe book with all kinds of coffee drink and cookie/ice cream recipes. And, I would leave you some contraceptives, but others would think that incredibly awkward or inappropriate because they don’t know the whole inside joke, so I won’t. Thank you for your poignant questions.
To Bogle: I give to thee a multi-lingual dictionary with every language in the world explained and taught inside. Thank you for letting me cut your hair.
To Davis: have this BBC The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe toy set! Thank you for good talks and beautiful, refreshing honesty.
To Seth: I make for thee a foil boutonnière that will never be crushed for you to treasure forever! Thank you for always being happy to see me.
To Elisabeth and Annalise: I give you the best overflowing dress-up box with everything you could ever want in it and a million bananas. Thank you for the delicious food, for letting me chill in your room, and for letting me borrow all your clothes!
To Drewber: enjoy your squirrel hands, and, I forgive you for not being 21. Lein. Thank you for remaining cool and collected in the Trump building and for looking out for me in Chicago.
To Chad: Peace five! Weird fist pound! Vulcan hi-five! Aaaand, regular hi-five! Thank you for being my friend and for reminding me of how I want to live life to the fullest.
To Elijah: I leave to you hard cotton copies of all the t-shirts in that facebook photo album. Thank you for not getting angry when I dropped my croissant in your orange juice and for associating me with hi-fives and ninjas.
To Erika: How am I gonna leave you… with a BUCKET O’ CHICKEN!! (That’s code for, “I give you the most blessed gift of all, a $10 bucket o’ chicken that looks just like the advertisement.”) Also, first alto buddy, take “Sleep” forever. Thank you for laughing at my jokes in chorale.
To Charlee: I’m glad part of your wish came true, but just give up hoping for the rest. I give you a non-slip pair of flip flops so maybe I won’t kick them off of your feet. Maybe. I give “Sleep” also to you, other first alto buddy. Thank you for cutting up in chorale and for keeping me loose.
To Nicole: take every single hip hop album with all the obscenities bleeped out. Thanks for the Ebonics lessons. I leave “Motherless Child” to you. Thank you for opening up to me and for being a safe person who I can open up to.
To the three of you collectively: Oh, sarcasm buddies. All snide remarks aside, I will miss each of you so very much. Now go out there and cultivate more mockery! Also,
To Charlee: I give you the power of conjuring any accent you can imagine.
To Nicole and Erika: keep up the already good work. ;)
To Phillip Johnston: have a gajillion of your favorite scones. Thank you so much for accompanying for me for 4 semesters (and for the great links you post on facebook)!
To Pamela: I would give you a gnome who would clean your whole room every time it got a little messy and who would grant your every wish for art supplies. Thank you for your understanding, your support, and your challenge.
To Danielle: if I knew how to spell those Sword in the Stone squirrel sounds, they would be all over this page for you. Who who? What what? Thank you for the hair cutting lessons, your encouragement, and your laughs.
To Amy Morris: you awesome kid, you. You most definitely shall receive the largest hunk of obsidian (a volcanic rock) in all of Hawaii and a life supply of Frisbees. Thank you for your inspirational excitement about life.
To Lucy and Christina: Please come over to my house during the next Winter Olympics! I have so enjoyed each of your friendships, and I consider myself blessed to know you as I do. And, always remember Father Francis and the blind children. : ) I leave to you “Thriller” and “Jai Ho.” Thank you for being comfortable around me and for including me.
To Aaron Hunt: keep up the ninja training, my friend, and don’t ever let anyone keep you from loving and accepting people as you do. Thank you for the mini voice lesson and for your shining optimism.
To Evan: take the most fantastic, most creative hi-fives ever thought of! Thank you for every hi-five we’ve ever shared.
To Justin Winters: please take this Best Director of the century award! Thank you so much for all of your sincere encouragement and guidance.
To Hargraves: I crown thee the new Squirrel King. LEIN forever. Thank you for the fine times in chorale and on tour and for the excellent Bryan Rudolph impressions.
To Becker: you’ve been a joy. Unfortunately, I can’t think of any inside jokes that would warrant something funny to bequeath to you, so take some generic photo frames and know that I’ll constantly be checking up on the beautiful and interesting photos you post. With love! Thank you for your many hugs and your unconditional sweetness.
To Jutus: please also take this bucket o’ chicken that looks eerily like the advertisement. Thank you for the dancing points.
To Elise: I think, in return for your smiles and encouragement, I’ll forgive you for never participating in free hi-five Friday. : ) And, have some interesting dolls, too, just for good measure. Thank you for the SPAcial times on tour and for gracing me with your queenly purple and your luscious dark hair.
To Kelly Miller: please enjoy you new born calf figurine. Thank you for letting me get to know you a little better.
To All of Spring Chorale: I leave to each of you a Chicago snow globe and Star Trek poster. (Engage!) Yesssh! Thank you for letting me laugh and tell stories.
And, a late addition: Taylor Gentry, I want you to literally have all of the giraffes in the world. Literally. Thank you for literally being on the Green bus and for our conversation.
I, Philip Meznar, being of sound mind and body (and under duress from multiple sources to write one of these), do hereby bequeath:
To Matt Noel: Square Meetings, bouncy Nalgene bottles, a Taco Bell hot sauce packet, and thanks for the memories you left me.
To Caleb Beasley: I leave you thanks for being my roommate for two years, and the hope that you will be for one more. I also leave you a lack of sleep due to all the times I’d talk to you when you clearly didn’t want me to.
To John Wang: The realization that sometimes “iron sharpens iron” through conflict – so thanks. If I had Devil May Cry, I’d leave you that too.
To Andrew Zimmerman: The regret that we never wore our blue shirt with green stripes on the same day – I’d like to be associated with you, ‘cause you’re pretty cool.
To Bryan Boling: My philosophy book and my HNOEL book, since you seem to like them. In return, I want Bioshock.
To Justin Morton: A lot of advice you probably don’t want, and Tacky’s DS, as I think I indirectly caused that trade.
To Andrew Sweeney: Eye contact in Wal-mart, and the question – is he going to be my roommate?
To Thomas Smith: The wish that I had hung out with you more, you’re a solid guy.
To Josh Jones: I’ll leave you ear plugs if you leave me nose plugs. And I leave you a bed in Boone, NC, since I seem to have robbed you of one in Dayton, TN.
To Jason Hundley: Fabric adhesive.
To Jeremy Blaschke: I left you a dinosaur, but I had it shipped to Africa. Hope you find it!
To Josh Bogle: A razor. A large one.
To Daniel Zimmerman: Stop making all of us look bad, dangit.
To Phillip Johnston: Perfume, which was alright, I guess… hehe. And memories of that great class we’re in now…
To Colton Davie: Front-flip practice down at the soccer fields, the knowledge that you are the craziest introvert I’ve ever seen.
To Joseph Maughon: A healthy dose of humility. Hehe. And, “what the crap!”
To Evan Johnson: 24, Boy Meets World, SGA, and arm wrestling.
To Seth Dukes: Late night visits to your room, a lot of good memories that don’t leave me with anything tangible or specific to leave, and thanks for being such a consistently good guy. Like, seriously.
To Aaron Shears: Friendship, and visits to Bryan in the future… and a lot of hugs :P
To Chad Byers: WAY too many shared interests (hehe), the *new* rank of best Smash Brothers player on campus. Also, I leave you “the Traitor” in Betrayal at House on the Hill, since you seem to take it all the time anyway.
To Elijah Ammen: Death Note (that sounds morbid, doesn’t it?), high esteem, and the belief that nerdy can be cool. And all those gummi worms!
To Drew Abercrombie: Debates about gay marriage and deism :P We pretty much are awesome.
To Tori Stewart: The knowledge that no matter where you go, someone thinks like you do. Except you’re a Senior.
To Hannah Lee: I leave you Harry Potter and abstinence billboards, as I know how much you like them. You really do remind me of my sister… except she likes Harry Potter.
To Olivia Pool: A TON of respect (seriously). And Ben Johnson’s number, just in case you decide to see the light one of these days… And all those gummi worms!
To Amelia Pool: I leave you a 34 on the ACT (hehe), and Citadels, because of how much you loved playing it….
To Susannah McIlvaine: I leave you sarcastic comments, but only cause you left me more – and a phone cover, in case you drop it sometime. And, on that note, a huge amount of gratitude for you liking to talk on the phone. Also, “Hi Susannah!”
To Hannah Hamrick: The guilt of not including me in your Senior Will :P
To Allison McLean: Well, sister-through-law, I leave you the knowledge that my brother isn’t cool. Don’t be deceived!
To Summer Nielsen: Waking up too early for History and Nature, and a pair of binoculars.
To Natalie McGehee: Set… but you may have to come get it in Boone.
I, John Burton Moore IV, of Woodley-Ewing 224, hereby bequeath. . .
To Andrew M. McPeak, William Seth Flores, Dougless A. Stroup, and Charles U. Korn: the mantle of a sporadic but regimented pull-up routine;
To Amanda Young, Joel Peckman, Andrew M. McPeack, and Kaitlynn A. Kopseki: the role of campus freegans and Friday night activities;
To Andrew M. McPeak: the giving of the best white elephant gifts at college
To W. Seth Flores: the greatest outbursts of energy and joy;
To Johannas Müller: conversation and tea;
To the boys of W-E Second, long: keeping Bryan College exciting;
To Shelby Garret: keeping the adventure alive;
To Bryan Z. Saylor, Tim Ballard, and Ariel Bollant: grand adventures.
Andrew and Seth, keep living life!
The last will and testament of Summer Nielsen (who is finally graduating):
To Hammy: I leave you the entire country of Australia…yes the whole thing. I didn’t want to be stingy.
To Christian: You get as many ‘Ok, you know what?” moments as you can handle.
To Katie R.: I leave you the Jacob poster. :)
To Melman: I leave you all the Froot-loops wal-mart has….or at least all the memories they can provide.
To Lama: Gibbs will keep you company while I am gone..thanks for all the HOURS of NCIS!
To Maddie: I leave you my headbands…I know you will use them well. I also leave you with fond memories of late night conversations and the question of “what is your favorite word to say?” I’m gunna miss you girl.
To Amanada: I leave you a Stacy’s potato chip….yes one. Sorry I ate the rest. …and NO…you don’t get my jeans…go get your own! ;)
To Bacon: I leave you in the trusting hand of the frog to keep you company while I am no longer there….I leave you hours of Disney music and movie quoting.
To Huston Base girls: Thanks for sharing your hall with me for 3 years!…I leave you mass amounts of junk food… and I don’t want to hear a single word about “Guys we have go t stop eating like this”…enjoy!
To the girl’s soccer team: I leave you super long van trips and great quotes. Thanks for allowing me to be part of the team even though I was not able to be with yall on the field. You have been a great group of friends and sisters.
To Justus: Tanks for being a great friend who wasn’t afraid to be honest. Thanks my blond headed non-Catholic friend.
To Joshua: I leave you our family Legacy little brother. Rep our family!
To Josiah: You get all the re-runs of LOST you can find. Thanks for the invites.
To Kohler: thanks for all the homework parties and mass amount of Coffee like products. :)
To Evan: Don’t ever forget about our long standing record….your the best Rook partner I have ever had!
To Seth: I leave you memories of shoving me into a closet and scaring me half to death as well as par taking in tying me to the front door of Huston. Thanks.
To Philip: Thanks for letting me use your book all semester and allowing m to laugh at your Potash’s. Oh, and the memory of me face plating at pocket when we were running back to the car.
To Carrie: Thanks for all the talks and letting me borrow your books all the time.
To the girls: ( y’all know who you are) I leave you plenty of Dr. Pepper and Oatmeal squares. Thanks for all the patience and good conversations we had. Your friendship has meant a lot to me…you will never be forgotten.
To Anna Kat: I leave you my X-Husband….he likes you more anyways.
To T-Unit: I leave you with your accent and all its glory. I will be sad that we can’t have conversations with them anymore…but the legend will live on.
To Liz and Em: I leave you both your own McGanbang…. as well as
To Lucy: I leave you snobiz wedding cakes.
To Ariell- I leave you dreamed up surf trips…40 ft. faces in Australia..and the best drop in you can imagine. Surfs up!
To Anna: My new found friend I leave you Rep. yes, I know it is one of your favorite things in the world. I will miss it greatly next year…you shall have to take my place and enjoy it as much as possible.
To Sprinkles: I leave you a giant stack of sprinkle filled pancakes…eat up little friend!
To Callie: I wish we had gotten to know each other more in the past year but your friendship will be remembered..I leave you all the finger paint I have in my room.
To Charles Byers III: I leave you my transformers shirt and late night homework parties at Bim’s. And thanks for the patience you had with me when we went hiking.
To Joseph (Big Head): I leave you bouldering adventures, the snake at naked falls, the survival guide of how to get out of Pocket, “Hit the floor” by Linkin Park ( with the wrong drumming), and all the fond memories of the summer of 09…now go make me a sandwich!
To Mariana- Best freshman conductor I have ever seen..thanks for helping girl.
To Vejodado- Don’t ever forget the dance parties and F2 conversations.
…and for everyone I didn’t write down I am sorry. I will miss you all very much. My life won’t be the same without you all there! Take care.GO LIONS!
I, Bailey Payne, leave….
To Amanda Young: my nickname of ‘Shtiggerdag.’
To Shelby Garrett: a stylish hat from the hall.
To Anna Rustabakke: the cardboard cut-out of Tom Cruise.
To Danielle Wilson: my heart.
To Amy Morris: my deep voice so she can roar like a lion instead of the mouse that she is.
To Nicole Walker: a shirt from my closet.
To Caleb Young: a large bowl of mushrooms and cheese
To Alyssia Lindsay, Danae Gillespie, and Ericka Simpson: some potty talk for our long runs.)
To Taylor Gentry: an embarrassing story from the laundry room.
To Josh Bradley: a speedo for the morning pool workouts.
To Seth Flores and Andrew McPeak: a smile, a hug, and a “Whattya Doin Over Ther?”
To Kirsten Underwood: the Pikeville kid satus.
To Margaret Lucas: all my thoughts and a sassy comment.
To Andrew Schaale: a single expensive hair clip.
To Leo Gikoyono: a million hugs.
Tommy Lobach: an anchor to drown himself in the Pacific with. ;)
To Amanda Kinsey: a few fish to not kill…hopefully.
To Amy Whisman: a joke about a mermaid.
To TJ Wilson: a “Hi! How ya doin?”
To Bethany McArthur: The Twilight Saga.
To Emily Belisle and Morgan Price: many Twilight jokes.
To Charlee Marshall: memories of NYC and McDonalds.
To Annalise Williams: a piece of my ear from our trimming hair times. ;)
I, Lizy (soon to be Dilts) Peters, having lived out my years of ole’ BC, no more and no less, do leave to my dearest and best of classmates the following . . .
To Liz Ponto: a “Covenant dance” on the top of their box after you score on them. . . 3 times.
To Chelsea Parham: some granola.
To Justin MacKay: an ‘A’ on the paper you failed when we hid all of your clothes in Rudd, and a t-shirt to make up for the ones we probably ruined with the sewing machine.
To Jordan Thompson: reimbursement for all the time and money spent on double dates (I know it was really all to get Jonathan a girlfriend), 3 Ninjas, and a tall, iced, bottled coke.
To Tyrone Sheppard: cookies for all the times you promised to come to our intramural games, and a big thanks for good match making techniques freshman year.
To Ben Young: the only woman you should ever consider (my sister), a whole ham and a loaf of bread (for sandwiches), and permission to believe Jeremiah was the best Bryan baseball player.
To Daniel Zimmerman: a scrapbook for your poetry, inspired by BC #5; and your pick of any available women in The Rock.
To JD Davis: a fun senior year, somehow, with all your friends gone, my roommate’s heart and hand, and our coach and a meal every Friday or Saturday night next fall—just bring the drinks and movie.
To Jenn McCue: a conference championship for senior year, someone to scream and cry with after bad games (I’m looking for a replacement), and a new sacrum.
To Yuri Lopez: “They are afraid of us!”
To Erica Smith: new headphones for all the time I shared yours on trips, all my dancing skills you weren’t able to teach me, and the 4th of July weekend, 2011, for YOUR wedding!
To John Wang: many hours of conversation on I-40, potato soup, and all my wisdom on making a long distance relationship work.
To The Family: awkward birthday parties freshman year, a softball/cookout on Sunday afternoon, and trip to the lake we never took Senior year.
To Kara Nissely: a bottle of Tresemme mousse (extra hold), a shut-out against Union College, and conservative values to balance you out.
To Alisha Deal: my business at your women’s sportswear company in a couple years, Mexican Mondays, and a few tears because we have no more brothers to watch or soccer games to share.
To Lauren Bowling: one last locker room dance together and a closer spot in the line up so you can listen to Liz sing the national anthem.
To Carli Milligan: all the yellow cards you deserve and never get, and a Southern accent.
To Coach Suave: a daughter.
To Hannah Camp: new rainboots, a car with AC, some else to hit hands with while you are walking, worm-free pasta, and the apartment next to mine in Chattanooga.
To Hannah Hamrick: the Navy sweatpants, a new song to sing spontaneously, some public school training you never had, one last mountain trip, and a position in my home as a nanny, decorator, coffee barista, organizer, or aunt to all of my children.
To Rachel Carr: a beautiful wedding, the 35 picnic tables my mom made, and a surf board for California—forget about supporting him and get out on the waves!
To Emily Sitzler: permanent enrollment in driving school and a perfect first grade class of your own.
To Becky Claflin: everything I learned in theology—maybe if we put it together, it will amount to something!
To Chelsey Carson: my ability to win a coin toss at home, and the patience I always wished I had to be a captain.
To true Huston Baseidians-you know who you are: Peanut butter & Oreos, Quiets hours we never kept, all of my old banquet dresses, a clogged sink in room 116, and all the wonderful, beautiful and unforgettable memories that made me love being a college student.
To Huston Dorm: 25% of my scholarship and you can keep your guilty conscience. Consider it my first alumni gift.
I, Olivia Pool, being sleep derived but suffering from no infirmity that a 50 hour nap won’t fix, hereby bequeath the following:
To Elijah Ammen: I leave a mysterious and incomprehensible gift called free time. I’m sure you’ll find a cure for cancer, end world hunger, or do something else equally monumental with it.
To Chad Byers: I leave custody of our children, since someone’s going to have to go out and get a job to support this family. Make sure Mohammed Gershwin sticks with ballet. She obvious inherited my grace and poise, and we cannot deny the world of that gift.
To Rachel Carr: I leave an apron that says “World’s Best RA.” It’s the frilly kind that you do special cooking with.
To Hannah Camp: I leave my heart. You will always be my Valentine.
To Seth Dukes: I leave the monumental task of looking out for my baby sister. Try to keep her out of TOO much trouble.
To Hannah Hamrick: I leave froaking out, cause you’re definitely the champ.
To Evan Johnson: I leave breakfast in the cafeteria. It won’t be the most import meal of the day without you.
To Hannah Lee: I leave one of those cheesey “BFF” necklaces, because it’s the only tangible gift I could give you. Otherwise, as intangible gifts, I’d want to leave you, 4:00am conversations on days when we have 7:00am classes; that one fight in 8th grade that made us decide we shouldn’t fight like that again; that one place in my heart that is full of all the love that you’ve shown me by your sensitivity to all my quirks and problems; that one little question in my brain that wonders how I would have survived middle school, adolescence, calculus, and turning 22 without your friendship; and, finally, one less than subtle, under the table jab about being able to draw better than you–cause let’s face it, that’s just true.
To Susannah McIlvaine: I leave an unconditional invitation to study in my room, as it was probably one of the best decisions I made in my time in college. I will miss your tirades on psychology and waitressing. Thanks for being my friend.
To Stephen McGee: I leave the role of the Phantom of Coney Island. If you keep working on that creepy merry-go-round face, I know you’ll be the best amusement park phantom Broadway ever saw.
To Lindsay McKissick: I leave a high five. Save it for a particularly worthy Friday, okay?
To Allison McLean: I leave heels with skinny jeans, disagreements on politics, complicated poetry, and all the other things about you that I never understood but that made us better friends than we would otherwise have been. Thank you for all the opportunities you gave me to question my own assumptions about myself and my world. That, I believe, defines some of the best friendships, and I’m so glad I had that with you.
To Philip Meznar: I leave the word “tangible.” Thanks for still being my friend, despite my purposeful (and sometimes malicious) abuse of this word. I’m sure there were times it literally drove you up the wall. . . Sorry, I just couldn’t resist.
To Natalie McGehee: I leave gansta rap, one of the smaller contributions that you’ve made to my life. I probably should have left you something bigger, but I find that, in retrospect, with everything that you have given to me in our time of friendship, I couldn’t think of something appropriate to give back to you. So, I leave you this silly token, in the absence of any gift which could appropriately express my gratitude. Thank you for everything, Nats.
To Amy Morris: I leave events council, knowing there are no more loving hands I could leave that special part of my life to. Enjoy the details, love the people who made the details necessary, and try to only pick on people your size, okay? ;)
To Christina Morgan: I leave the homecoming banquet. You’ll rock it out.
To Joseph Maughon: I leave two slices of bread, an assortment of lunch meats, tomatoes, lettuce, and condiments. Make your own darn sandwich.
To Summer Nielsen: I leave some Indian proverb about how people we meet teach us more about ourselves than we ever would have imagined. I don’t know if there ACTUALLY is such an Indian proverb, but, if there was, I would have to agree with those Indians and I would think of you when I heard said Indian proverb. I hope you learned as much in your friendship with me as I did in my friendship with you. And here, have a limeade! *hands Summer a limeade*
To Amelia Pool: I leave an open door, because I can’t stand the thought of not being just down the hall from you. I hope you’ll keep a space in the floor for me, so I can come visit my girls. (Oh, and keep Chlover out of trouble, alright, dear?)
To Pamela Simpson: I leave you a musician’s disposition. YOU DO WHAT YOU WANT!
To the 2009-2010 Executive Cabinet of SGA: I leave tea and coffee in the Spiritual Formations Suite. As much I might have groused about meeting in the moment, know that I have grown so much by being a part of this group with you all. Thank you for bearing with me. I hope I gave something back in return for all you gave to me. I will miss you all more than I can fully understand now.
To the 2010-2011 Executive Cabinet of SGA: I leave opportunity. I know you’ll make the most of it. (And enjoy your team while you’re at it. The time will be over before you know it.)
To the current Junior class SGA: I give you a hand shake. You survived Junior/Senior. I knew you could do it.
To Philip Meznar, Lindsay McKissick, Joseph Maughon, Elizabeth Yates, Hannah Camp, Andrew Sweeney, and Susannah Mcilvaine: I leave the tree that will live in infamy. I’m glad it was y’all.
I, Lydia Pugh, being of slightly demented mind hereby bequeath. . .
To Carlin and Katelyn: my collected knowledge of Testify movement;
To Joy: continued protection for her fingers, 47, Chippy, and an unlimited supply of new skits for Testify;
To Matt: Joy’s fingers and nightmares about Chippy;
To Ben: reversal of all the insults to his left toe, mistakes, and a normal personality;
To Corrine: made-up words, misunderstood statements, and Act: 2 Show: Christ;
To Elena: our garden;
To Anna: my addiction to Stargate SG-1;
To Megan: more adventures in Phantastes as well as added loyal Narnians;
To Glenna: black Tuesday and margarita glasses;
To Kesse: my ability to read Dr. DeGeorge and Dr. Legg’s minds;
To Laura: drunk stages and white board drawings;
To the ladies of the Royal Dungeon of Dementia: late nights in the lounge, the infamous quote wall, 10 at 10, and dancing in the hall.
I, Audrey Ann Sanders, do hereby bequeath. . .
To Ally Adams: I leave you the New Testament—I cherish those hours.
To Hannah Camp: I leave you quilting, my crazy dance, and LOTS of coffee and popcorn.
To Rachel Carr: I leave you my towel.
To Becky Claflin: I leave you the presidency of “The Breakfast Club.”
To Andrew Davis: I leave you a can of Pringles.
To Hannah Hamrick: I leave you flannel, a cup of coffee, and the English language—its history and its nature.
To Taryn Haught: I leave you Saturday morning runs, Supermans, and the hope of new memories to come.
To Trevor Haught: I leave you a car, an extra set of keys, and lots of laughter.
To Millie Jones: I leave you literature late at night, very late at night. And I leave you with plaid, manhood vs. womanhood, and Tolkien…and don’t forget Plutarch.
To Melissa Longoria: I leave you with muscles, not momentum.
To Lindsay McKissick: I leave you “in the moment” acting.
To Katie Newsome: I leave you Disney Princesses, laughter, and crazy dancing.
To Chelsea Parham: I leave you smiles. Thanks for sharing so many with me.
Daynee Parks: I leave you great talks at soccer games.
To Bailey Payne: I leave you my love, hugs, snot rockets, and the hope that our Jane Austen stage will end.
To Lizy Peters: I leave you with the assurance that I think you are going to be a great mom and teacher.
To Olivia Pool: I leave you with the title “The most dedicated member of Bryan College’s class of 2010 as deemed by Audrey Ann.” Thanks for all your work as a student, an SGA member, and as a friend.
To Micah Price: I leave you chickens, rats, horses, snakes, and all the memories of G-town.
To Dwight Sell: I leave you cheesecake, the Tivoli, and Riverpark runs. Thank you for walking with me as we discovered the faithfulness of God.
To Emily Sitzler: I leave you Harmony House, driving school, and giggling in the library. Thank you for investing in my life so much.
To Devon Spacek: I leave you reading classic literature with crunches.
To Andrew Sweeny: I leave you with awesome plastic bowling!
To Paula Yacoubian: I leave you a grand road trip and lots of uplifting conversations—oh, and aerobics.
To Elizabeth Yates: I leave you two hilarious letters, late night talks, and some of my fondest memories at Bryan.
I, Victoria Stewart, do hereby bequeath:
To Nicole Walker: fresh flowers, daily peanuts comics, shared hair straighteners, conversations while falling asleep, half-hour treks back to Myra’s apartment, spring break in CA, dried apples and candy corn, and lots of thanks for being such a wonderful roommate, suitemate and friend.
To Jandi Heagen: play-doh to keep your hands busy in my stead, teasing about Spanish, the promise not to give up playing phone tag in an effort to get a hold of you, hair checks, lemons, pepper and maple syrup (pre-mixed!) and the gladness that you are such a wonderful friend.
To Evan Johnson: a year without meetings with me, and the fun of getting to watch our changes unfold.
To Hannah Lee: Evan’s undivided attention. ;)
To Emily McKeehan: summer visits, lit classes, chapel seatmates, class t-shirts, and western civ doodles, London fun, and my knowledge that you will still be here to pick on Anna.
To Amanda Elswick: our dear Senate, in better hands I couldn’t leave it. And who could forget the senate bios. ;)
To Stephen Hill: the entity, upside-down piano playing, linguistic constructs, and the burdensome privilege of being the smartest person in class.
To Kyle Van Gorkom: book-length facebook and IM conversations, deep philosophical discussions, and an occasional pixar movie, monkey or mitten-handed stick man.
To Melanie Goggans: the mothering responsibilities for our little group, all the chocolate Andrew will let you eat, and lots of great memories.
To Anna Stewart: being your “proud mother” who listens to all your good grades, your escape from freshmen drama, and the honor of being the oldest Stewart girl. I’ve loved having you at Bryan!
To Elijah Ammen: my yellow toga.
To Philip Meznar: the knowledge that no matter where you end up and who disagrees with you, there will still be at least one person in the world who thinks like you do. Except I’m not a senior.
To Justus Stout: the task of keeping the “children” in line during debate car rides, all the Lost episodes I’ve ever listened to but not seen, and my thanks for being an awesome partner.
To Vincent Smith: the Bryan college debate team; may you go far and not kill yourself in the process.
To Lawrence LaPlue: the knowledge that you are the reason I’m writing this will a year early.
I, Andrew Sweeny, do leave the following,
To Evan Johnson: I bequeath the sole privilege and ability to whistle like a cricket during awkward silences
To Trevor Haught: I bequeath a work ethic to match your many aspirations.
To Danielle Wilson: I bequeath unlimited passes to the cafeteria, along with the ability to think and feel.
To Colby Smith: I leave answers to Physics homework.
To Andrew Schaale: I leave my most treasured likeness of Dr. Wells.
To Seth Dukes: I bequeath my crocheting needle and all my beautiful yarns.
To Hunter Hall: I bequeath enough odd stories to fill any table with laughter.
To Emily Hurlbut: I bequeath the EHS major.
To Tacky Middlekauff: I bequeath the Rook Championship that should have been ours.
To Kyle Thomas: I leave common sense about moving cars and a big thank you for keeping me in tune.
To Justin Morton: I bequeath a real doctor.
To Joshua D. Jones: I leave the ability to play well with others.
To Drew Abercrombie: I bequeath many good conversations and many good cheeses.
To dear little Amy Morris: I leave any swing dancing skills that I might have acquired.
To Trent Gay: I bequeath Mr. Bones and Mrs. Body, in full regalia, and an album full of black mail photos.
To Lindsay McKissick: I leave a cup of dirt…and maybe a Rubik’s cube.
To Millie Jones: I leave the combination to my mailbox
I, Wendy Vork, do herby bequeath…
To Bessie Boo: cupcakes, chocolate chips, birds, sunbathing, udder cream, mini man, the stump, Oobie Loobies, and Finding Nemo.
To Sarah Newton (a.k.a. Fig Newton, Figgy, Figalicious): “The Face”, “The Donk”, Dr. Bradshaw’s arm punches, and many a heartfelt conversation.
To Amanda: my clothes (they look better on you anyway), morning coffee, love of the game, a newfound love for participating in sports, and the best song I’ve ever composed or performed: “Mander Darlin”.
To Lauren Pratt: the TOP SHELF!!! One particularly cute pookie, a white girl rendition of Shoop, and a jar of pickle juice to remind you on bad days that whatever is going on is not really the WORST thing that can happen.
To Shea Thomas: Reba’s arra to the heart.
To my basketball girls: van rides, the soccer field, one on one closeouts (my one drill LOL), Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, and Crazy Cores. I love you all, I’m proud of you, and I will miss you.
To Jenn McCue: Sir Mix-a-Lot.
To Yuri: la curchara en la sopa (ja ja) y una amistad verdadera.
To Jess Etress: Coffee dates and all the man cologne wrapping paper your mom can steal.
To Kirsten: my basketball girls. You must continue to be team mom and support them and take care of them. I love them dearly and I am entrusting them to you.
To Brooke Corbett: spur of the moment road trips at 4 AM, Waffle House hashbrowns and bacon, my first Framly member, a little harmless streaking, and getting phone numbers from Taco Bell drive through workers.
To Jecca: 5 minutes.
I, Elisabeth Williams, ready for countless adventures to come, hereby bequeath…
To Annalise Williams: all of the purple yogurt, Huston kitchen and late night concoctions; the ladybugs and otherwise friendly creatures that visit us and the guardianship of Splendid Friend, may you share it with countless others;
To Emily McKeehan: magical and exciting strict-rooms, may they never be dull;
To Danielle Wilson: pickle soup;
To Ben Andrews: frozen bananas in all shapes and sizes;
To Lindsay McKissick: wobs and late night dress up adventures;
To Erin Grayson: late night dancing, cafeteria creations, imaginary chocolate and peanut butter;
To Kimmie McKennett: 17 degree weather, moonrocks and Tuesday mornings;
To Emily Lantzer: twin day, scientific jello and Huston third;
To Ally Adams: spicy pony head;
To Jeremy Blashke: the infamy of penguin suits and rubber cement;
To Joshua Bogle: chocolate covered olives;
To Elizabeth Yates: Louis the XIV and Napoleon—may they live on.
To Annalise Williams, Bailey Payne, Danielle Wilson, Ben Andrews, Andrew Schaale, Jeremy Brandon, Ben Ferrante, Joseph Maughon, Amy Morris, Trent Gay, Sarah Becker, Ashley Toth, Aaron Shears, Jesse Murray, Jennifer Manzo, Trent Snyder, Andrew Davis and Joy Berner: I leave Sunday nights;
To the creature that lives under my bed: back rubs and an alarm clock of its own.
I, Elizabeth Yates, do hereby bequeath:
To Katie Newsome: the A Walk to Remember soundtrack, beach trips, all things HSM, “roomie dates”, a triangle, and the perfect window for freshmen girls.
To Audrey Ann Sanders: an outfit of all neon orange to be worn on the first day of class, “fruitful” pants, a lion’s mane, and a star that turned into a triangle.
To Ali Ibsen: the “magic box” and its wonderful treasures, Haitian barking men, noises to wake up to, laughing until Lauren comes over, and our organic snacking.
To Lauren Pratt: the honor of being a Psychology golden child (is that really mine to give?), the ability to cook up some lovin’, the wild kingdom, and of course, the Framily Ranch. Take good care of her.
To Millie Jones and Lindsay McKissick: I leave you with memories of perhaps the best Christmas banquet ever, and the knowledge that we never have to go through all that again!
To the freshman girls of Arnold 2nd: I leave you creative liberties in all regards. I expect costumes, wigs, dance parties, and lots of laughter to continue in my absence.
To Erica Smith: I leave you pre-class dance parties, car dancing, and shoes. Lots of tall shoes.
To Britney Weber: I leave photo shoots, boy clothes and music videos.
To Emily Hendrix: I leave you Advanced Stage Movement. Seriously.
To Emily Hurlbut: I leave you 80s nights, bright colored clothes, and riding in the trunk with a boombox.
To Chris Kloc: “Are you crazy, Mon?” and freshman year videos and memories – the good and the bad.
To Dwight Sell: I leave you subtlety, tact, and compassion (these are optional, of course).
To Nate Rogers: I leave great desserts, conversation starters, and non-awkwardly shared food.
To my Haiti team (2009): I leave you cattle cars, coconuts, rooftops, large rocks, I’ll Fly Away, dysentery, and some Tai Chi lessons.
To my Latvia team (2010): I leave snowball fights, video updates, and tulips. “Dude.”
To Kayley, Seth C., and my Psych friends: The many presentations, study sessions, and now COMPLETION!
To Dr. H: From Freshman year Mock Trial to Senior year Latvia trip, I leave you gratitude for your constant humor and for always looking out for me.
To Dr. Bradshaw and Dr. Rose: I’m not sure I can leave you anything but my deepest appreciation for your investment in my life over the last several years. You have equipped me and spoken God’s truth into my life consistently.
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