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To Ana, I leave you early morning board meetings with your elegantly late arrivals, coffee dates and photo shoots, adventuring in NYC (the quest to find Jessica! The bed! My issues with my dress…!), our failed attempt at karaoke in ATL, our obsession with cute children and cows, your wonderful car dance moves, and the famous question “what is this, spoon?” I'm so glad you we met at the microwave that fateful day that you were making your pasta dogs; our friendship has been treasured ever since. Love you so much, and our snuggles in the press room will be forever missed.
To Squid, I leave you our wild smart period dance parties, singing to outdated rap jams on long car rides, contra, fueling my ice cream addiction at Whits, drawing on your arms in Browning’s class, crunch night shenanigans, and our doomed paint war. 20 hours is too far, but Texas is lucky to have you (just promise not to say “Howdy” while riding your stallion!).
Alyx, I leave you our calculus music video, our failure in physics, your impressive song lyrics and sonnet compositions, and our constant laughs. You never fail to brighten my day, and I’m so glad Jessica made us become friends, I don’t know how I would have survived these last four years without you. And always remember, if college isn’t our thing, we have Sunshine Fitness to fall back on :)
JZ, I don’t even know where to begin. A decade of friendship has passed, and each day you make me more and more glad to have a best friend like you. I leave you girl scout troop 502, our champagne parties, the infamous butter war, “Chopped” competitions, our spice challenge, California (I puked feng shui, trips, hi!), NYC, ATL, our spontaneous Asheville adventures, jamming in your car, too many hash browns, endless sleepovers, Full Moon Friday, our stories that no one else ever finds funny, alone at Cee Lo, online spanish with Senora Ruff, Izzy hot guy orange shorts, matching halloween costumes, Kanuga, midwinter, hot tubbing at the cabin, and our deep conversations while sitting at Dunkin Donuts. I love you mucho, and despite the fact that you're at Syracuse and I’m in NC, we’ll always be tied together with a piece of velvet fabric.
Alli, I leave you TCBY and Dairy Queen Dates, getting your keys locked in your car, finding cute restaurants downtown, "call me Jabba," your magnificent chocolate chip cookies, our long political rants, Panera Mac and cheese (why do most of these revolve around food? Accurate description of us)! I'm so excited to take on next year with you, and can't wait to see all the great things you'll do in life.
Rahquelah, I leave you our wild press room dance parties (or more like you dancing and me making a fool of myself!), early mornings at board and late nights at crunch, and the countless Kanugas, Midwinters, and hysterical moments in between. You've been such a positive, kind, vibrant friend the last few years, and I know that wherever life takes you (fingers crossed you end up with me next year!), you have a life full of wonderful adventures ahead.
Amelia, I leave you the legacy of the split, splab, and "My House." From Kanuga to midwinter to NYC (selfies with Harry on the top of the Rock! Your Forever 21 purchases!) you've made this class more of a party than I ever would have imagined.
Xenna, I leave you garlic knots and avocados, strong language used at crunch nights, NCSMI music videos, being the only ones awake during board retreat, Prom, groupme memes, and the splab. Keep taking pictures of Harry, slaying the broadcast games, and doing all you do for the class-- I'll miss your sarcastic comments and hilarious comments more than you'll know.
To my carpool (Aixa, Maddie, and Brooke), I leave you Josh and Amanda (or Sue or Ariel or whoever the co-host is at the time), Dunkin runs, and the b**** jar. Keep drinking coffee, keep listening to loud music, and keep the Weston Heights carpool traditions alive.
Brenna, Julia, and Brooke, I leave you all of the ups and downs of xc and track- pasta dinners, buddy bags, horrid track workouts (I will NOT miss Hour of Power one bit!), the swing, TCBY dates, Dunkin happy hour after practice, going to the arb, long waits at track meets and then racing as fast as possible to get food before restaurants close after we get back, bad track tan lines, and the excitement of PRs after a race. You three are what made running so much fun, and I can't wait to see what the next season holds for you (just don't pull a Molly and barely miss breaking a PR!).
Zabrina and Ellie, you two will forever be my running and pacing buddies, and I'll miss our workouts and trail runs mor than you can know. Thanks for pushing me to my limits, and listening to my rants about life, and know I'll be cheering you two on all the way from Chapel Hill.
Bellsie, where do I even start? I leave you Saturday morning cleaning, TGIT, Shondaland, coffee, my need to talk while in the shower, singing at the top of our lungs in the car, Buzzfeed quizzes, Netflix binges, snuggles with bubs, mom in the morning, Full Moon Friday, YRUU (especially Joy), that game we play, "I bet I know more ____ than you" and all the wonderful moments in between. I can't imagine not seeing you every morning, but I know that despite being smothered by the rents, you're such a strong, smart, confident woman, and hey, I'm just four hours or a text away.
Harrison, I know you’ll probably have read this multiple times by now, but this class, and your influence has truly shaped who I am today. Thank you for forcing me out of my comfort zone, asking the hard questions, and making me the writer I am today. Your constant support and deeply accurate advice was what got me through the last three years, and despite our constant teasing, you'll forever be one of the most influential people I know.
To the rest of journalism, I leave you the legacy of this class. Crunch nights, Kanuga, sports and cake days- all of the moments in this class are the memories that will last a lifetime, and I know that you all will continue to make third period the wild, crazy roller coaster that it is now. Think of me every time you take a disgusting picture or make an ugly face, and remember to stop and enjoy every second, because the time in the class flies by way too fast.
To Squid, I leave you our wild smart period dance parties, singing to outdated rap jams on long car rides, contra, fueling my ice cream addiction at Whits, drawing on your arms in Browning’s class, crunch night shenanigans, and our doomed paint war. 20 hours is too far, but Texas is lucky to have you (just promise not to say “Howdy” while riding your stallion!).
Alyx, I leave you our calculus music video, our failure in physics, your impressive song lyrics and sonnet compositions, and our constant laughs. You never fail to brighten my day, and I’m so glad Jessica made us become friends, I don’t know how I would have survived these last four years without you. And always remember, if college isn’t our thing, we have Sunshine Fitness to fall back on :)
JZ, I don’t even know where to begin. A decade of friendship has passed, and each day you make me more and more glad to have a best friend like you. I leave you girl scout troop 502, our champagne parties, the infamous butter war, “Chopped” competitions, our spice challenge, California (I puked feng shui, trips, hi!), NYC, ATL, our spontaneous Asheville adventures, jamming in your car, too many hash browns, endless sleepovers, Full Moon Friday, our stories that no one else ever finds funny, alone at Cee Lo, online spanish with Senora Ruff, Izzy hot guy orange shorts, matching halloween costumes, Kanuga, midwinter, hot tubbing at the cabin, and our deep conversations while sitting at Dunkin Donuts. I love you mucho, and despite the fact that you're at Syracuse and I’m in NC, we’ll always be tied together with a piece of velvet fabric.
Alli, I leave you TCBY and Dairy Queen Dates, getting your keys locked in your car, finding cute restaurants downtown, "call me Jabba," your magnificent chocolate chip cookies, our long political rants, Panera Mac and cheese (why do most of these revolve around food? Accurate description of us)! I'm so excited to take on next year with you, and can't wait to see all the great things you'll do in life.
Rahquelah, I leave you our wild press room dance parties (or more like you dancing and me making a fool of myself!), early mornings at board and late nights at crunch, and the countless Kanugas, Midwinters, and hysterical moments in between. You've been such a positive, kind, vibrant friend the last few years, and I know that wherever life takes you (fingers crossed you end up with me next year!), you have a life full of wonderful adventures ahead.
Amelia, I leave you the legacy of the split, splab, and "My House." From Kanuga to midwinter to NYC (selfies with Harry on the top of the Rock! Your Forever 21 purchases!) you've made this class more of a party than I ever would have imagined.
Xenna, I leave you garlic knots and avocados, strong language used at crunch nights, NCSMI music videos, being the only ones awake during board retreat, Prom, groupme memes, and the splab. Keep taking pictures of Harry, slaying the broadcast games, and doing all you do for the class-- I'll miss your sarcastic comments and hilarious comments more than you'll know.
To my carpool (Aixa, Maddie, and Brooke), I leave you Josh and Amanda (or Sue or Ariel or whoever the co-host is at the time), Dunkin runs, and the b**** jar. Keep drinking coffee, keep listening to loud music, and keep the Weston Heights carpool traditions alive.
Brenna, Julia, and Brooke, I leave you all of the ups and downs of xc and track- pasta dinners, buddy bags, horrid track workouts (I will NOT miss Hour of Power one bit!), the swing, TCBY dates, Dunkin happy hour after practice, going to the arb, long waits at track meets and then racing as fast as possible to get food before restaurants close after we get back, bad track tan lines, and the excitement of PRs after a race. You three are what made running so much fun, and I can't wait to see what the next season holds for you (just don't pull a Molly and barely miss breaking a PR!).
Zabrina and Ellie, you two will forever be my running and pacing buddies, and I'll miss our workouts and trail runs mor than you can know. Thanks for pushing me to my limits, and listening to my rants about life, and know I'll be cheering you two on all the way from Chapel Hill.
Bellsie, where do I even start? I leave you Saturday morning cleaning, TGIT, Shondaland, coffee, my need to talk while in the shower, singing at the top of our lungs in the car, Buzzfeed quizzes, Netflix binges, snuggles with bubs, mom in the morning, Full Moon Friday, YRUU (especially Joy), that game we play, "I bet I know more ____ than you" and all the wonderful moments in between. I can't imagine not seeing you every morning, but I know that despite being smothered by the rents, you're such a strong, smart, confident woman, and hey, I'm just four hours or a text away.
Harrison, I know you’ll probably have read this multiple times by now, but this class, and your influence has truly shaped who I am today. Thank you for forcing me out of my comfort zone, asking the hard questions, and making me the writer I am today. Your constant support and deeply accurate advice was what got me through the last three years, and despite our constant teasing, you'll forever be one of the most influential people I know.
To the rest of journalism, I leave you the legacy of this class. Crunch nights, Kanuga, sports and cake days- all of the moments in this class are the memories that will last a lifetime, and I know that you all will continue to make third period the wild, crazy roller coaster that it is now. Think of me every time you take a disgusting picture or make an ugly face, and remember to stop and enjoy every second, because the time in the class flies by way too fast.