Volume 80, Issue 5 - May 16, 2017 by The Tomahawk Talk

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TOMAHAWK TALK Volume 80, Issue 5 • May 16, 2017 Florida State University Schools • 3000 Schoolhouse Road • Tallahassee, FL 32311

SENIOR WILLS 2017 CONGRATS, GRADS!

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Chase Allbaugh

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I, Chase Allbaugh, hereby leave the following: I leave extra cleats and constant lunch orders to Carlee, my hugs in the hallway to Caroline, and to Cole and Jacob I leave the game day courtyard pep rallies. To Dr. Martens, I leave the Seattle Seahawks tickets and to Mrs. Gray I leave the classroom visits. For Coach Hickman and Coach Wheeler, I leave all my intern jobs. To Sam, I leave my kicking. To Isaiah, l leave my three-point shooting. To Aaron, Helen, and Madison I leave gazebo time and Dr. Pepsta. To Lauren, I leave plane tickets to Australia and Prom. To Will, I leave lunch and your Uber bill. To Hunter, I leave brakes and a car bumper. To Kyle Prater, I leave bonfires, the horrible practice snaps but great game snaps, and all our interesting conversations. Finally to the football and soccer teams, I leave all the great memories, wins, and great friendships that were built along the way.

Chadrick Allen

I, Chadrick Allen, hereby leave the following. To Gage Locke, I leave you my parking space, darker window tint, and all the jean jackets you can wear. To Mrs. Cori, I leave you hour-long conversations about my family history. To Mr. Carafano, I leave you my constant attendance to Honor Guard practice and the new Senior Honor Guard Squad. To the next CNA class, I leave you the broken ambulance and all 3 pigs to find in Mrs. Streukens class. To Shawn Jenks, I leave you your FLVS class to work on and a motor for your car. To Kendred Trawick, I leave you the 99 overall will shields. To Jackson and Lillian Miller, I leave you all the crazy teachers and a set of eyes to make sure y’all behave yourselves. To Mrs. Streukens, I leave you all the tattoo money you could want, my two page long prometric paper of mistakes and plenty of hour-long conversations with patients who don’t know how to stop talking!

Natalie Almanza

I, Natalie Almanza, hereby leave the following: To Aileen and Yazmin, I leave you guys our endless lunch dates in the cafeteria, where we talked trash and made fun of people. Aileen, I told you that you’d be the reason my senior year is “lit” and it’s definitely one to remember! To Payton, I leave you all the terrible photos we took in photography class. To my best friend Yanelli, I leave you the rudeness, loudness, sarcasm, and laughing that we had in 7th period. I only went to 7th period because of you and if you weren’t there, it was boring and I wanted to go to sleep. To Briana, I leave you all the stank faces we gave each other in class. To my favorite teacher, Ms. Axtell, I leave behind the A’s got on all my assignments. You’ve made me become a better writer and have taught me so many things. To Adarius, I leave all the parties and snacks we had in Mrs. Conrad’s class. To Savannah, I leave you all the sculptures we made, that we never liked. To “little one”, I leave you the knowledge this school has for you and I leave you all the memories we had (even though you don’t like me). Lastly, to Florida High, I leave you the 10 years of happiness that you gave me.

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Jasmine Blount

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Dear Florida High, I have attended this school since sixth grade and I have had some awesome teachers, and made some really great friends throughout the years. I hope this school continues to thrive, and I will miss everyone. To Daniel Ocain, I leave you many hugs and all our tennis memories. Make the most of your high school years, and continue to do great things. To Jack Long, I leave you the nickname ‘Jack Attack’. You can take it to Leon with you next year. To Billy Harrison, I leave you my tennis skills. Now you can play better in doubles. To Narissa Benjamin, my young protégé, I leave you Gabe. I also leave you with much success, keep playing tennis, you’re awesome at it. To John Glenn, I leave you with the first name Glenn. Your name is no longer John Glenn, not it’s just ‘Glenn’. To John Folsom, I leave you my sixth spot on the tennis team. Now you have to play on JV and Varsity. To Gabe, I leave you Narissa, and I also leave you an inside voice. To Bilal Albibi, I leave you with all my insults. To Mr. Cloud, I leave you my hang-out spot at Subway, now you will always have somewhere to hang out. I leave Coach Helms my parking spot dilemmas. Thank you all for your help.

Justin Blount

I, Justin Blount, hereby leave the following: To Dylan Castano, I leave our squads parking line. To Nick Chang, I leave you some more friends because all of yours graduated. To Rubi Castro, I leave all the missed chances you had with Brandon. To Karla, I leave you my razor to shave your mustache. To Francisco, I leave you the time we got lost on the way to your doctor’s appointment. To Daliah, I leave the last ten episodes of “Teen Wolf”. To Sarah McCracken, I leave you all the times we joked about you being a loser. To my TCC Eagles Helen, Sam, and Madison I leave all the times I turned up to your rap video in Coach Allen’s class. To Mr. Cloud, I leave all the homework I turned in late. To Steed, I leave all the scary stories we told in Savannah. To Coach Allen, I leave all the storyboards I didn’t do and all of my bad video ideas. And to Florida High, I leave the empty feeling you will all have knowing that I will not be with you next year.

Tyler Booth

I, Tyler Booth, hereby leave the following: I leave the silver mello to Hannah Hanstein, may it raise you above all the others and vast in its glory. I leave Gage Locke my undeniable patriotism. To Hali Alex my dinosaur neck, and all the screaming matches to Lynley Brodbeck. To Adam Moustapha I leave all my “Wednesdays.” To Trinity Collins, I leave our endless friendship.

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Ashanti Brannan

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I, Ashanti Brannan hereby leave… To Ashley S, I leave my attitude, because someone has to get slick with these people. To my smurf (Allie), I leave being blue. To Lauren B, I leave my parking spot, maybe since we have the same car people will think I’m still there. Also Lauren, I’ll leave you a cage for that snake of yours. To Kevin, I leave some coconut oil for your nappy hair. To Kaylah, I leave some carmex so you can stop soaking your lips in chicken grease. To my honey dip (Aileen), I’ll leave you Trey, in exchange for Manny. To Isaiah, I leave the memories of our races to anatomy. To Maya I leave all my pettiness. To Raven, I leave all my dance moves, even though #yallknowshanticantdance. To Sarah M, I leave all the L’s I handed you in 8-ball. I got so much love for all my little babies. I’ll miss y’all!!

Dawson Brown

I, Dawson, leave the following: Barar Ahmed, I leave all of our MUN conference mischief and the entire country of Iceland, may it prosper as well it did at GatorMUN. Johnathan Green, I leave all our cringey jokes. Vaughn Hennessy, I leave my premature, malnourished, and neglected baby. It is now legally yours (and no, I am not paying child support.) I know you’ll be a good Captain/Father/Mr.President. Olivia Cerio, I leave a book: “How to be a Homewrecker: For Dummies.” I also leave my best wishes, you are an amazing person with an amazing heart. Mrs. Santillo, I leave all hopes of completing an escape game and the stress of being a MUN sponsor. We don’t know how you and Mrs. Whetstone do it, but I’m glad you do. Mr. Cloud, I leave all the things I have forgotten about statistics and all my jokes about receding hairlines that I didn’t have the guts to put in this will. Mrs. Steed, I leave fond memories. You have been the most compassionate, genuine, and sincere teachers I’ve ever had. Thank you for all the kind words and hope you’ve given to me and my peers. Matt Turk, I leave disappointment our family felt about us over the past few years. I also leave you my will to graduate, hopefully ‘senioritis’ doesn’t hit you as hard as it did me (even though I have a feeling it already has).

Tyler Brown

It’s been a crazy 13 years here I can’t believe I made it. I’ve made so many good memories here and met life-long friends. It’s been rough trying to pass high-school, I wanna say good luck to all underclassmen. It may seem forever, but high school will be over in blink of an eye, so don’t waste your time. You’re gunna miss it. I know I will, because after high school it’s all up to YOU. I wanna leave my “just-passing” skills to Kyler Thomas and Jeffrey Sharkey. It’s great to make good grades so go for it, I wish I did, but hey when you’re a senior you’re just gunna be tryna graduate. Kyler. good luck on your next 2 years of high-school and Jeff. good luck on your next 3 years. We’ve had some good times and I’m sure they’re gunna be much more. Good luck to my little sister Addison, you got a long time before you graduate, whether it’s at Florida High or somewhere else, but hey you got this. If I can graduate anybody can graduate. Peace out.

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Knute Brunner

I, Knute Bruner, hereby leave the following: to Bree-Ana and CJ Bruner, I leave the Bruner Legacy at Florida High and the Ten Dollars left on my lunch account, Haha. Have fun and study hard! I leave Austin Fuller all the turkeys we never killed, the hogs we never ran and all the flights we cancelled. At least we were good at something. I leave Brandon Falstrom all my playing time and Dylan Beiro all my terrible comebacks. I leave the baseball team all my humor and funny jokes, pre-game meals, countless dumb things we might have done, and having to deal with Coach Gray yet another year. Have fun with that! I love you boys and will miss everything. Keep your grades up and come to school. Lastly, I leave Jonathan “Chewy” Campbell all the long rides back and forth to Quincy, countless rides around town everywhere and my ability to drive, you need it bad. Love you man.

Kelson Bryant

I, Kelson Bryant, leave Florida High my great outfits and good vibes. I leave my favorite underclassman, Jada, laughs and funny stories. I leave you my acting skills in theatre. Finally, I will leave all the underclassmen the strength and skill needed not only to thrive in high school, but thrive in life. Don’t be penny change, make money!

Clark Cairns

I, Clark Cairns, of relatively sound mind and body, name Mr. Trafford the executor of my will. To Mr. Cloud, I leave practically zero stat jokes, Tim Horton’s hot chocolate, a massive quantity of Canada stat problems, Sidney Crosby hate, and my thanks for always making me think and believing in me. To Mr. Craig, I leave our conversations about the world and my appreciation for your perspective on things, it has helped me understand and learn very much. To Santillo, I leave the 5 I didn’t get, a trip to Starbucks (and other places where lunch is sold), and our conversations which were always entertaining, and mostly hilarious (also a lighter). To Ms. Steed and Santillo, I leave our political views. And finally to Florida High, I leave seven years of procrastination, jokes, and unfinished homework, it hasn’t always been fun, but thanks anyways. If anyone needs me come find me in Canada (or TCC).

Brooke Callender

I, Brooke Callender, hereby leave the following: My ability to come to class to Brayden Causseaux and our endless Chick-fil-A dates. I leave my culinary skills to Madison Griffin and Allie Sheffield. To Jackie Parker, I leave copious amounts of caffeine to get through FLVS. To Brady Blackburn, I will common sense, and courage to continue through this crazy place another two years. To the 2018 seniors, I will a fantastic senior year, and a lazy second semester.

Lucinda Caldwell

I, Lucinda Caldwell, leave my warmest hugs to Olivia Cerio, a beautiful friend who has accompanied me on many Publix adventures to get sushi and other sweet treats after school. I leave Tori Lewis my forgetful memory… Although I’m pretty sure it’s already rubbed off on you. On a side note, just remember that not everyone will notice when you are trying not to over-flex your elbow, and that’s okay. I’m also making sure to leave you behind some of my wonderful shoulder pats, no hugs. To Kyle Prater, I leave behind my handcuffs and angry dreams. Thank you for giving me the best nickname I have today. Thank you Luke McCarthy for introducing me to congaing on random people during fire drills.I leave you my intense love for chili and a plethora of dog pictures and videos. Also, don’t forget to knock the goofy outta people if they get out of line. For Mr. Cloud, I leave behind all of those times I spent sitting with you at lunch talking about music and sharing Spotify favorites. Thank you for giving me company in those first few months when I had nowhere to go. P.S. Kick out the rat pack! To Mrs. Axtell, I’ll leave behind the times that I made fun of you for that dinosaur noise you made every time you talked. My first and final year at Florida High has taught me a lot about being more open and making wonderful genuine friends and I couldn’t have ended this year more happy. I leave behind my times of laughter and getting lost so incredibly easy in this school. Love, Lulu

Alivia Carlton

I, Alivia Carlton, hereby leave all my marching band knowledge, including flute wrapping parties, attempts at fun marching activities, the wedding booth and flute bows to my original flute babies, Anaya, Lynley, Katherine, Anaice and Ashlynn. I leave marching band warmups to Adam M, and whoever earns Horn Sergeant next year. To Luke, I leave fun bench lunchtimes, white Lebron, juice box girl, redhead, “I hate it when he dunks on me”, and hypotheticals, along with a great prom and golfing walks. To Ms. Klein and the best journalism period, I leave Jayden’s popcorn and having the best articles in the paper. To 7th period band, I leave crazy MPA weeks, story times, guest instructors, noisy back row and non-existent trombones. Mrs. T, I leave complaining about 6th graders and the best marching piccolo in the district (wink). To Ms. Santillo, I leave thanks for introducing me to Psychology and loving it, it was my favorite academic class I’ve ever had. I leave great Secret Santa gifts to Brooklyn. To Dr. Martens and the first physics class at FHS, I leave laser pointers, Bob Ross videos, and water balloon launching labs. Mr. Cloud and 4th period AP Stat, I leave paper airplanes, M&Ms, dumpster fire, noisy Cheeto bags, and thousands of handouts. To 6th period AP Gov, I leave always changing and “forgetting” the deadlines, Mr. Massey, Congo lining, movies and lastly, connecting Chili to Government.

“Try as many new things as possible.” - Secondary English teacher Debby Harris

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Ashley Carr

After contemplating for more than a week on what I would write, I think I’ve figured it out. I leave my trips to orchestra and every note I’ve played (on violin and cello) to Caasi, another little sister that I’ll always need. To Mr. Cloud, I leave all of my negativity from AP Statistics: being that most of it was built up and released in your/his class. Cirsten Jones and Taylor Holland, my girls: I leave our talks and advice, all of which was only given to Taylor, and I carry with me our laughs. To Coach Walker, a.k.a. Eula, and every upcoming cheerleader: I leave spirit for those eventful “Friday Night Lights.” To Mrs. Bender: I leave my seat in front of your desk (you know, the one on the right). To Mrs. Allen: I leave every instrument that I have played. To Mrs. Tuovila, even though I haven’t had her as a teacher since 7th grade: I leave a thank you; thank you for pushing me when I had your class. Lastly, to my sister, Aniyah Carr, I leave my cheer uniform; don’t worry, it’ll fit you one day. So, yes. That’s the end of my senior will.

Alissa Carrol

I, Alissa Carrol, leave all my late math homework to Mr. Cloud and Ms. Casey. I leave all my lost artwork to Ms. Barret-Hayes. To Mrs. Whetstone I leave my emotional drama you always heard about. To Ms. Santillo, I leave Anime club, may it live long after I leave. To the younger students, I leave my memories of Mr. Barr (the Mongols) and all the “Stincherventions”. To Carafano and Axtell, I leave all my memories of senior year. To Emma Medly, I leave all my unfinished Spanish homework. To Noah Munoz, Sara Weathersbee and Martin Chicoine, I leave wonderful memories and manga. To Anime club, I leave nothing, I’m stealing Duncan and leaving LOL.

Victor Castano

I, Victor Castano, hereby leave the following: to my siblings, my GPA and my good grades, hopefully you guys can do better in the future. As well as our morning car rides, always leaving 20 minutes later than we should. To my teammates on the soccer team, I leave the legend that was the 2016-2017 season and our awesome bus rides. I hope you guys can go further and do better than our previous years. To Mr. Cloud, my paper airplanes and the hard wording of Stat. To Mrs. Bender, I leave all your library passes you wrote me in 1st period and my only detention in the 9th grade. To all the sculpture students in Ms. Davis’ class, I leave my clay skills. To Mrs. Casey and Mrs. Campbell and all the kids in the Astronaut Challenge, I leave our car rides and our presentations we failed at. To the Engineering Society, I leave the 3D printers I worked so hard on that always seem to be unpredictable. To Mrs.Underhill and to Mrs. Cowhey, all my failed prints from the printer and few successes. To the rest of the students, I leave the rush to get lunch and get back in time to eat it.

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Keylee Castro

I, Keylee Castro, hereby leave the following: I leave my dear sister my amazing parking spot, and of course my soccer skills even though she’s better than me. I leave Jailyn first and foremost Wade, and all the clothes you borrowed from me. To the soccer team, I leave all my love and I hope you guys do amazing next year. To the pole vault fam, I leave my D1 status and all the fun times we had. To all the incoming CNA kids, I leave the broken ambulance and the coffee club scam. To SGA, I leave leadership Mondays the best day of the week. To Sarah McCracken, aka boomaronie, I leave you all my roasts. To Kyra, I leave you my visor and my laugh. To Poppi, I leave you endless hugs. To Sarah Beth, I leave you all the times I talked to you about my problems. To all the little Castanos, I leave y’all the title bean. To Mason, I leave you Jeep Nation. To Hunter, I leave annoying talks about random stuff. To Aaron, I leave all the times you asked me about my school and signing day. To dad Mr. Carafano, I leave you a dollar towards coffee club. To mom Mrs. Streukens, I leave plenty of puppies to break down. To Mrs. Cory, I leave that awesome day we had in the clinic with Tara and Officer McLeod. To Officer McLeod, I leave 3rd period gossip. To Mr. Cloud, I leave the calculator you stole from me. To Mrs. Casey, I leave food and all the times I was late to class. Finally, to Lauren, Sarah Beth, and Rubi, I leave my stolen jeep.

“Keep your committments because it helps build relationships that will be helpful in the future.” - Secondary drama teacher Erin Gamble Marisol Chavez

I, Marisol Chavez, hereby leave the following: to Azaria, all of the fun times we had in FLVS. Good luck next year. Tokyo, I will miss all of the times you got in trouble in 7th, try to do better next year. Madison, I leave you a ride home. Mrs. Bender, I leave you all the times I was late to 3rd period. Kam, next year, I leave you loyalty, so you stop cheating. Brooke, I just leave you luck, be safe child. Mrs. Axtell, I leave you all the times I caused you trouble. Oh, and Mrs. Parker, I leave you an iron. Carlee, I hope you find another person to hate next year. Bubblez, I leave you more snacks. Dymon, I don’t leave your brothers, but I leave you all my fun times. Have fun next year. Ms. Shack, I leave you my SAT score. Dad, a.k.a. Coach Harley, I leave you all my laughter. Coach Helms, I leave you all my fake off-campus passes and all the trouble I caused.

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Taylor Cherry

I, Taylor Cherry, hereby leave the following: To Taylor Holland, I leave talks during warm-up, venting, and good warm-up music. To Daphne, I leave the girl’s soccer Instagram. To Sydney Robinson, I leave this: have confidence in yourself, keep playing the game and your hard work will pay off; I have confidence in you. To Chella, I leave being the only senior on next year’s team; savor it, it goes by quickly. To Felicity Rosier, I leave a spot on Varsity; keep working hard and you will do great things. To the rest of the soccer team, I leave my dedication, love for the game, jersey #18, and my spot as captain. To Julian Cervantes, I leave 1v1s before conditioning and practices, and being our team’s #1 fan. To Tristan Brumbley, I leave our years of Box Tops collecting and this: enjoy high school while it lasts, you only get to do it once. To Mr. Cloud, I leave ACT math sessions, deriving formulas, my one and only Powderpuff game, and “fingertips”. To Ms. Hartsfield, I leave my love for graphic design, my four stressful, but fun years of yearbook, and foster kittens. To Ms. Klein, I leave my editor’s position, my constant complaints about pages, and editing sessions during 7th period. To Ms. Steed, I leave my externship, an endless supply of popcorn, adventures in Savannah, and almost getting run over by multiple fire trucks. Lastly, I leave Mrs. Rosenbaum memories since 3rd grade and being someone I admire.

Azariah Clemons

I, Azariah Clemons, leave my latenight study sessions to Florida High. To Emma, I leave you my fangirling over Lilly Singh (What’s in the combo? Are you dumb? Shemurr). To Storm, I leave you my “amazing” dance moves at pep rallies. To Lyndsey, I leave you with all the laughter in the world. To Chandler, a.k.a. “The Dab Master”, I leave you with my sassiness. To Kenzie, I leave you with my obsession over your long hair (you better not cut it!!). To Lil’ Savannah, I leave you with crutches, bandages, and ice packs (just in case you hurt yourself before competition…again). To JJ, I leave you my simplicity because you’re too extra (jk, jk), good luck next year! To Skylar, I leave you with bright smiles, your fave k-pop song(s), and a bunch of hugs. To Tori, I leave you with my epic rap skills in TV Production. To Mrs. Tomlinson a.k.a. the best band director ever, I leave you with all my positive vibes, positive energy, and smiles because you’re a hard working BAWSE! To Mrs. Lopez, I leave you with our interesting talks on how to spell the letter “h” (haitch or is it aitch? We’ll never know) and of course our talks about Lilly Singh. To Señor, I leave you with my passion to learn español, gracias.

“Listen to others’ opinions. You don’t have to agree with them, but you have to be open-minded.” - Secondary English teacher Christine Russell

Sapphire Cooper

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I, Sapphire Cooper, hereby leave the following: To Skylar Rainey, all of our “really” moments in chorus with our wonderful class. To Leslie Flores, I leave our lunch talks about life. To Leticia and Ben, I leave the laughs in Anatomy. Nori, Vegas, and Hailey, I leave all of 7th period Art with you. To the Art department, I want to express my gratitude to each and every one for pushing me to do my absolute best and more. Mrs. Meade, even though I was not in your class this year, my years in chorus were great. Mrs. Hernandez, I leave the talks you, Azariah and I had after-school about what really is in the food we eat. Mrs. Axtell, I am grateful that I had you as a teacher; you have helped me so much these past two years. Ms. Steed, I will miss our after-class catch-up talks. Señor Guastella, Señora Lopez, Señora Dobrin, he aprendido muchas cosas desde cada uno de ustedes, que voy a usar en mi futuro. Quiero decir gracias para todo. To Coach D, I leave you the biggest smile I could possibly give, since I don’t “smile”. Mrs. Cole, you just don’t know how much you have impacted my life. From the talks about how math and I don’t get along to helping guide me through senior year. Mr. Cloud, I don’t know how I would have made it through Stat without you. Ms. Hester, I want you to know that I adore your class and my anatomy binder is going to be a huge help in college.

Mya Michelle Clark, hereby Mya Michelle I,leave the following: I leave the past thirteen years of my life to Florida Clark

High. To Cheer, I leave all my hiding places and wish you all the best of luck. To JCL and Ms. Kabella, I leave the Google translations. To Eyonah, I leave our petty talks, touchdown celebrations, and everything in between. To Haley, I leave our touchdown chest bumps, bust out sign rituals and all the times we got in trouble. To Janae and Samantha, I leave tumbling out in front of the football team; remember run fast and don’t look back. Maya, I leave you the incorrect spelling of our name, my memory so you’ll finally remember the cheers and my flying ability. To Justyce, I love our dirty looks in orchestra, I really don’t hate you! To Matt Turk, I leave the lasting legacy of Honabalulu. To my sweet baby Kinsley, I leave our reading giggles and game-day pictures. To my BFF Whitney P. McMullen, thanks for always letting me come in your class and talk about all of life struggles. To Mrs. Bender, thanks for all the closet talks and advice I didn’t always take. I hope you have a fantastic TA. To Coach Harley, you’re my favorite. Lastly, to all the students who will walk through the halls of Florida High, I wish you the best of luck, you’re going to need it.

“Everything is going to be hard. ‘Just do it’ and enjoy the ride.” - Secondary Spanish teacher Senor Guastella

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Joshua Corbin

I, Joshua Corbin, will 3 years of my legacy and memories to Florida High. To the basketball team, I leave you my excellent 3-point shooting and ability to score the basketball. Isaiah, I leave my spades skills. To Marciel, I leave all the jokes and laughs we had in Ms. Bender’s class. You know I can’t forget thanks to God for all the blessings and my parents for their guidance and support. I also have to thank all of the teachers that taught me here, and I leave you’ll my excellent grades. And to the class of 2018, I just want to say, represent the like class of 2017 did so well! Oh yeah, and Aileen, stop stepping on my shoes!! I’m going to miss Florida High and I will cherish all the memories that I’ve made here. I love all of y’all. “Ruff ruff!”

Kayla Coste

I, Kayla Coste, hereby leave the following: To Mrs. Davis, I leave behind much gratitude for helping me to become the photographer that I am today. To Mrs. Axtell, I leave behind the medical scares I gave you in class. Sorry for that. To John Glyn, I leave you that annoying phone noise you always made in FLVS. Stop it. To Mrs. Whetstone, I leave behind all of my confusion I had in economics. But, I passed. Thanks for helping me pass the last two credits I needed to move on from high school. To Mrs. Stinson, I leave behind our daily political conversations. They actually made my day. To Stinch, I leave behind that ole Norton Reader that had me up all night. Just kidding. I actually leave behind those lunches where Jasmine, Madison, and I watched “Chopped” in your class with you. To all of my 6-12th grade teachers, I leave you my appreciation for teaching me all that I know. Without you all, I may not be walking across that stage on May 26th. Your hard work doesn’t go unnoticed. To Peyton Pafford and Cameron McCormick, I leave behind patience and good grades. Always respect your teachers, look to God in both positive and negative times, and shoot for optimism in all situations. And lastly, to my little brother, Sam, I leave behind the Coste legacy. You’re the last of us three Costes at this school. You can get my parking spot too. Go make us proud bud. Good luck with football!

Graham Dozier

I, Graham Dozier, hereby leave the following; to Gage Locke, I leave you all the good times in the parking lot. To Kyle Prater, he told me to say this: “he is the greatest person ever.” To Taylor Holland, I leave all the good times in all of our classes. To Kaysie Tappen, I leave you with the “hey bud” jokes. But for now, its bye bud. To all my youngins that are below me, peace out homies. P.S. – Add me on Snapchat @graham.dozier

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Cameron Emanuel

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I, the king Cameron Emanuel, leave my unfinished culinary assignments to Tati W. To Jordan Brown, I leave all our jokes in culinary and messed up food dishes. To Jaylon Riley, I leave I leave childish pranks and jokes. To Brooke Demps, I leave ‘round outburst and laughter. To Mackenzie Lewis, I leave all my unfinished artwork and McDonald’s. To Azaria A., I leave all of our good times in Mrs. Wilson’s class. To the rest of the students of FH, know who your true friends are and DO NOT PROCASTINATE. Follow me on Instagram @wavythedon.

Jasmine Espinosa

I, Jasmine Espinosa, hereby leave the following: Helen tears at Chipotle, all the gum in the world, dunkin trips, and all of the DDance Marathon events and meetings. I wish you the best of luck crafty girl...you rock. To Harley, Ramba boy, I leave you my Dance Marathon heart...go big next year. To Mr.Capas, I leave you in charge of all of the incoming SGA kids, take care of them DAD. Also all the guidance you have given me over the years, I wouldn’t be who I am today without it. To Matt Turk, I leave you ignorant times in Pesta’s class and the tribe honobalulu #tillidie #lulugang Kram: I leave you all our failed apes test and your sarcastic remarks that bring joy to my day. Trinity, Raven, Alex: I leave you my crooked finger. To all my theatre kids I leave you all the mom snacks #catchithmeonbroadwayhowboutdat Brooks: I leave you fake news and all the snakes. Sarah: I leave you the struggle of finding a skin care routine that actually works, apes, and chimichangas. #getcrackinonjustice Kaylah: I leave you all my bracelets that you stole from me in PE and all the laughs you, me, and all the baseball boys shared. Poppi: oh brother of mine...I leave you all the late mornings, Zacadoo runs, my house keys, and you yelling at me. I wish you the best of luck and I’m gonna miss you so much. To the seniors who aren’t graduating, better luck next time.

“In life, always remember your rights: 1. Do what’s right 2. Do things right 3. Treat people right 4. You’re not always right 5. If you mess up, make it right.” - Secondary social studies teacher Ryan Capas

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“Prioritize, but have fun.” - Secondary science teacher Micha Anez Karyelle Farmer

I, Karyelle (car-re-el), hereby leave the following: to the track team (the BIG DOGS) : Niya, Olivia, Philippa, Jordan B., Jordan J., Jac, Tonie, Kyra, Kennedy, Jada (my boo), Naomi, Jhordyn, Diamond (little sister), Kyra, Latonia, Antonia, Summer, India ( I am not your BFF), and the middle school boys, all of the Beyonce songs sung, weave on the buses, amazing track meets, and district wins. I also leave the Florida State Chants and Big Dog moments. I leave Coach Tyrone all of the yelling (even when you’re wrong), motivational speeches, and support. I leave Coach April all of your snapchat moments, encouraging lectures, and a dollar in the weight room under the bench where your feet couldn’t touch the ground. I leave Coach Jones all of the snacks given and naps taken in your classroom. I leave Antonia all of my slow moments, Kyra all of my injuries, and I leave Jac my correct grammar. I leave my niece Brooke, Justin and Brendunn all of our turn up moments in Photoshop. I leave Mrs. Streukens and Mrs. Cori all of the wheelchair days and love given throughout the years. I leave Mr. Carafano and the CNA kids the broken ambulance and coffee club scam. I leave Mr. Cloud, Mrs. Axtell, and Mrs. Long all of the funny, sarcastic moments that have been given. I leave Aashari all of our “get crunk” moments before Honor Guard. Last but not least, I leave Florida High nine long years that I wouldn’t change for the world.

Ya’Shanti Fields

I, Ya’Shanti Fields, being of tired mind and body, hereby leave the following: to Ke’Layla, I leave the freedom of being the last Fields sister at FL High, a whole 5 years of independence. Enjoy. To Aashari, I leave one less doppelgänger to be confused for and the stage name “Woodstock”. To Artrice, I leave Olake vs. Olitz debates, a Chipotle coupon, and a couple of dollars...even though you don’t need it. To Diana, I leave the important task of saying sarcastic but true remarks to people when most needed. To Dylan, I leave petty disagreements, shady looks, and being “extra”. To Leslie, I leave some chill, and for when you get to Season 5, the roasting skills of Michael Scott. To Adarius and Jada, I leave my Photoshop certification and Spanish tests. To Landon, I leave the starring role in your own one-man musical. To Ben, I leave the fate of Brain Bowl. To Ms. Dobrin and Rho Kappa, I leave appreciation for giving me opportunities I would not have otherwise had. To SHS and Señora Lopez, I leave a successful first year and the hope that the second year will be even better. To the FHS Chorus and Mrs. Meade, I leave 525,600 minutes spent performing as a bass trapped inside an alto’s body. To Mr. Cloud, I leave all Stat homework that Caitlin never turned in. To Ms. Casey, I leave the ‘L’ that you wanted my first name to start with. And so it goes.

Emily Fiorini

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I, Emily Fiorini, hereby leave the following: To Gavino Zamarron, I leave you forever baited and my amazing Culinary skills. To Sarah McCrackin, I leave you leader of the Journerds. To Aashari Williams, our constant talks about fashion and our laughs. To both Crackin and Aasha, I leave Charlie’s Angels. To Dylan Lee, forever calling each other “dummies” even though we both know we aren’t. To Samantha Bickel, I leave you in charge of the cheer signs and the hope that you never forget them. To Matt Turk, Honobulooloo forever. Rubi Castro, stay exuberant and I will stay fearless. To Harley David Ramba, I leave you stop signs and comma club. To Cassidy and Alice Bonn, our big sister, little sister bond that will never be broken. To Ariana Howell, the bust out sign and our not so deep talks because we already know we are going to miss each other too much for words. To Haley Krambeck, our Friday night piggy back rides and trying to level out our stunts. To Eyonah Jones, I leave switch-ups, any kinds of flips, and facials because we all know you can work it. To Janae Cotton, I leave my smiling face. To Coach aka Eula aka Euls aka Momma Walker, I leave you my love for cheerleading, even though I am going to continue to love it anyway. To the 2016-2017 competition cheerleading squad, aka the little team that did, thank you for giving me the greatest last competition season I could ever ask for.

Tamaya Footman

I, Tamaya Footman, would like to appreciate and thank my teachers Ms. Shack, Ms. Axtell, and Ms. Steed for being the best teachers I’ve had at Fl High. I also want to thank Ms. Jenkins for her support and extraordinary counseling skills. To Aashari W., Jeiyme G., Jada W., BJ, Ema L., and the rest of my friends. I leave to you all my laughter and my jokes, I will miss you all dearly.

Jessica Flores

I, Jessica Flores, would first like to thank Jesus and my parents for their unconditional love and support that they have shown me throughout my education so far and my brothers for always teaching me to stay true to myself and to keep pushing on. I would first like to leave all my hard work, determination and dedication to two special teachers I had, Coach McGriff and Ms. Dobrin. You guys have impacted me as a student in many ways. Aleysha, I hereby leave you every happy moment I had in this school, enjoy your senior year. Helena, I leave you every single side-eye, eye rolling and annoyed facial expression I gave you because trust me there was a lot of them. Bryce, I leave to you all the times you made me question your thought processes...in a good way. To Will, “how lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard” thank you for our friendship and I know you will do big things in life so I leave you every high/successful moment I had at Florida High. Diana, you can have all the frustration that I got from 7th period. Shawn and james you guys get absolutely nothing. Aashari and Jada, y’all get my sarcasm. To all my former teachers, y’all can have all my procrastination and late assignments. Well this is it. Goodbye, Florida High and Godspeed to all.

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Matthew Freeman

I, Matthew Freeman, hereby leave the following: to the soccer team next year I leave all the memories we had on the bus and the field. Hopefully you guys work hard and go further. To Dylan Castaño, I leave some dog treats. To my boys in AP Environmental Science, Hayden, Mathis, Evan, and Noah, I leave all the bees and FRQs. To Mathis especially, I leave my legendary defending and the free smells. I also leave you that one time in practice that I megged you so hard I almost quit. To Dakota I leave all the ENC antics. To Danny, I also leave my soccer skills because you’re trash, and all the cold days we had in culinary. Finally to Chang, I leave my $25 sirloin at Applebee’s.

Reese Fraser

I, Reese Fraser, hereby Leave to Leslie Martinez my love for dramatics. To Faielle Dempsey I leave my love for weird things. To Robbie Ziegler and Toby Hairi I leave my love for others. To Katherine Raymond I leave my love for fantasy. To Sarah Weathersby and Noah I leave my love for anime. To Koby I leave my love for Destiny. To Ben Cordova I leave my love for Broadway. To Aashari Williams and Blake (middle school) I leave my love for music. To Skylar Rainy I leave my love for books.

Ciara Gargan

I, Ciara Gargan, hereby leave the following: To Mr. Carafano, I leave the assurance that failure is an option. Just look at my AP test. To Mrs. Streukens and Mrs. Cori, I leave the classes I got out of to hang out in the clinic. To all the future CNAs, I leave the thought of Mrs. Kirpatrick going Toy Story when no one is watching (it will make sense next year). To Doc. Martens, I don’t leave you anything because you’re coming to UNF with me. To Ayden, I leave my captain status and my musical skills, don’t disappoint me. To Josh, I leave the ability to zero-zero even though you never will be able to. To Tabi, I leave Josh and Ayden, sorry. To Colette, 457. Hunter, I leave you all the times in Chem and pre-Calc when we had no clue what was happening. Matt, I leave you all of the sets we defiantly finished at practice. To Mrs. Allen, I leave my very short, but memorable presidency, thank you very much. To Ms. Hester, I leave you all the times I have freaked out before an anatomy test because I was sure I was going to fail. To Mrs. Axtell, I leave you with a half-painted podium. And finally, to the swim team, I leave this advice, just keep swimming (so you don’t drown).

Candace Godwin

I, Candace Godwin, hereby leave the following: To my brother, Wade, I leave the early morning wake up calls from mom, and the joys of being a senior. To Nick, I leave our memorable lunches, from junk food to people watching. Always keep your pennies. I also leave you the moon. Thank you for making me laugh and brightening up my day! (: To Carafano, I leave the coffee club. Thank you for supplying my addiction at a small fee, which can’t be paid in quarters. To Krislyn, Kirsten, and Sydney I leave our constant laughing fits due to Kirsten’s ridiculous gestures and comments. To Dylan Castano I leave our Mustang obsession. I’ll beat you one day. And I leave the high school experience to Jayce. Have fun dude!

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Ta’Korya Green

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I, Ta’Korya Green, hereby leave the following: I want to start by leaving my two siblings Travis and Jada our morning car rides filled with music and arguing. Next to the yearbook class full of panic about deadlines and finishing the book. Also to my favorite staff member Cade for being very enthusiastic to help finish the book. To Ms. Klein and Ms. Hartsfield I leave luck to finish the book next year! I leave Kameron’s sarcastic remarks in first and fourth period to Jada and Ashley. Ashley I leave you our venting sessions. I cannot forget about third period, I leave all of the Disney stories and laughter. I leave the volleyball team our dysfunctional family moments. To the girls that went to Tampa Camp I leave the Chinese Food restaurant who did not get our order right, also to advise you not to order food from there next year. Also our beloved win against Bolles in three with our biggest student section all season. I leave you all our favorite little fans Eva, Caroline, Rosie and Amelia with their great dance moves. I leave Ashtyn, Carlee, and Mya our pre-game trips full of fun. Kheirsten I leave you all our after school trips. I have enjoyed my time with you!

Sarah Hamilton

I, Sarah Hamilton, hereby leave the following: To the Marching Band, I leave being the oldest rookie and my clarinet secretly being broken the whole year so having to borrow Todd’s. To the best clarinet section, I leave all the fun memories of freshmen bossing me around. Bryce, I leave our fun handshake that we just can’t mess up. I also leave you being better than me at everything you do. I am pretty sure you do it just to irritate me. Shane, you are one of the best players I know and you’re only in the 8th grade. Just think about all the room you have to grow! Hali and Hannah, I leave an unforgettable friendship. Who knew?! Jg, I also leave our friendship. You have grown to be not only my best friend, but my boyfriend. Thanks for always sticking by me through the years. Tori, the lady killer, thank you for all of the laughs and flirting. Kerin, I know I am mean, but I do secretly like you. To all of the teachers and faculty that I have built a relationship with, thank you for sticking with me and making sure I have a safe place to build my future. To all of my little sister’s friends that never go away, I leave our walks to Subway that never seem to end. Lastly, I leave Aly everything. We have been through everything together. You are a beautiful, intelligent, young woman. I hope you grow up loving who you are because I sure do.

Cameron Hirai

I, Cameron Hirai, leave Case my marching baritone, Tobi can’t have it until you graduate. To Levi and Jacob, I leave the loudness of my playing, just remember tone over volume. To Adam, I leave whatever is in my snack reserves after I graduate, if there is any. To Tobi, I leave the ability to say you’re my brother, but just because you are doesn’t mean you’re special. To Nolin, I leave my greatness, this is for you to get even closer to being Cameron. To Amir, I leave my solos on guitar, because you need to learn. Finally, to Mrs. T, I leave my joy for band because you are the person who created it. Thanks for everything you guys did. It was fun.

Emily Harris

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I, Emily Harris, hereby leave the following: my “amazing” driving skills to Oleg Harris, and all the Jeffree Star liquid lipstick shades I leave to Aly Hamilton… To my color guard people - JJ, I leave you the concept of keeping your mouth shut while spinning flag/rifle. Mackenzie.B, I leave you hair ties for all the times you break them at practice and ask for one. Little Savannah, I leave you all the ankle braces in the world, because you’re always hurt. Storm, I leave you with more rational thoughts, and a great rest of high school. Chandler, I leave you the ability to do the horizontal silk toss without falling to the ground, and to know your left hand from your right. Emma, I leave you all the sassy solo songs for your upcoming years in winter guard. Lyndsey, I leave you all the continuous outbursts of laughter at all the wrong moments, and band-aids for all the times you trip and fall over invisible objects. And lastly, Kaysie, I leave you with gravity so your feet stay on the ground when you do a toss. Oh! And to the marching band, I leave you guys with many more superior shows, because this is y’all’s time :)

Hanna Hodges

I, Hanna Jane Hodges, am thankful for seven great years spent at Florida High and all of the friends I have made. I hereby leave cramped car rides and rushed trips to breakfast with Mary Mac Krause, and unorganized binders and lots of talking about boys to Aleysha Sierra. To Poppi Trawick and Sean Milliken, I leave laughs with your sisters and turn ups in the car. To Rehnesha Santos, Valerie Delcarmen, Leslie Martinez, Brooks Dyer, Trinity Bond, Alex Baldwin, and Raven Garrison, I leave fun games and strange theatre exercise- don’t forget to stay in character and be careful with your blocking. Lastly, to my teachers, I leave all the times I got in trouble for talking too much. To Mrs. Bender, all of the passes you signed for the library, and all of the advice you have given. To Ms. Hester, I leave carnival tickets and snow cone flavoring. I also leave great EOC scores and lots of foldables. Last but not least, I leave to Mrs. Arnold Starbucks made with soy, Envirothon trophies, and hiking trips. Hollenbeck, hereby leave Katelyn I,theKatelyn following; I would like to leave to Hollenbeck my brother all the times I’ve scared

him while driving, along with all the horrible songs he hates that I play in the car anyway. I would like to leave Bray all the pregame jam sessions and our special handshake we always do during our softball game. To Bray and Grace, hold the softball team down and do what y’all do best! I leave Mrs. Bender my Michael Kors purse, just because she wants it so bad. I leave my mini me, Stephanie, my position at 2nd base go turn up on them for me. And lastly to everyone I played sports with go far and make me proud.

Callie Jameson

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I, Callie Jameson, hereby leave the following: To Abbey, the mornings I waited in the car for you and every time I fell asleep when I was supposed to pick you up. To Mackenzie, our Monday bonding rides to YAT, and attempts to keep Katie organized when we know it is not going to happen. To Jasmine, our group projects in ENC, chalk walks that featured not wet sand but saturated sand, and discussions about “The Office.” To Trinity, my comments on your social media, and every time you drew on facial hair during theatre. To Max, every ‘Hey dude’ in the hallways, when you were shorter than me in Spanish 1, and all the times I beat you at tic-tac-toe. To Ms. B, all the artwork I started but never finished because let’s be honest, it was a lot, and my love of zentangles. To Mr. Cloud, all the statistics jokes I made in Pre-Calculus, and every paper I forgot in my folder because I would forget I had two folders. To Ms. Kabella, the scrapbook I forgot at state last year, every picture I was able to take at all the states, and every unfinished translation that Skyler and I would half-fast. To these people that I would like to leave things to, but cannot think of anything: Raven, Katherine, Vegas, Alex, and Chella.

Matilda Jensen

I, Matilda Jensen, hereby leave my brother Christopher the ability to always believe in yourself. No matter how far I am, you will always be with me and you will always be my best friend. To Mr. Carafano, I leave my $5 coffee fees & “killer” baby oropharyngeal. Gaby and I leave our ghost beta-fish named Bobo, Guardians of the Galaxy album, and baptismal marinara sauce. To the future CNA/AP Chem class, I leave my lightning fast handwriting skills (sarcasm intended). Mr. Capas, I will take with me our life talks and SGA reflection worksheets. To Mrs. B, I leave my appreciation for heart-warming snacks. To Hunter Hanstein, I leave our mutual confusion for Equilibrium, my fly dance moves, a life supply of Gatorade, Bob Marley, and our annual AP Chem breakfast party. To Hunter Busen, my relationship guru advisor, I will always cherish our friendship and life talks. To Dylan Castano, I leave AP Calc derivatives and the Bible. To Mrs. Casey, I leave nothing, because the limit does not exist. To Andrew, I leave our love for canopy roads, frustration for water balloons, and “The Night We Met” by Lord Huron. To Gage, from being poked for 2 years, to free snacks, & 5ft phone calls from school, I leave a supply of hugs. To Chella, I will always take to heart our talks in art. To Senor, I leave my merengue queen legacy. To Mr. Stinch, I leave my motivational journal entries and mediocre chess skills.

Katie Kimberly

I, Katie Kimberly, hereby leave: Cailey King, my photo editor or “head photographer” position and all the organized chaos that goes with it. I leave all the talks and fun times during lunch in art room with my amazing art teachers (Ms. B, Ms. Davis and Ms. Hartsfield) and all the time I have spent in all three rooms with them. To Mrs. Cori and Mrs. Streukens, I leave all the morning time conversations before school and all the shenanigans and conversations during lunch. With that, to Ms. Klein, I leave you the patience to deal with SWI and all other stuff that goes along with dealing with them. Lastly Mrs. Axtell, I leave all times that you had to help me with my papers and essays.

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Brandon Kelley

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I, Brandon Kelley, leave Danny, the Ricky’s, Dylan, Gavino, BJ, Mathis, and Hayden all of the memories that we have made throughout the years, Y’all keep chasing greatness, and go get Bishop next year. I leave the team’s defense to The Dog and Dylan Macilveen. To Gavino and BJ specifically, I leave all of my country music listening truck rides that we had before games (Deep down you both know y’all loved them). To Coach Rico, I leave all of the different talks that we had, thanks for all of the advice. To Jordan, Summer, and India, I leave all of the “exciting” track workouts that we had. I leave all of the sculpture memories this past year to Meredith, Azariah, Cypress, Raven, Ridgeway, and Colby, thanks for all the help. Cypress, you know you love me. Daphne, I leave you the fun times with Coach Joel. To Ika, I leave a million thank you’s for everything that you have done for me. I would not have made all these years without you.

Fraleigh Krause

I, Fraleigh Krause, aka Fra/Fra $, would like to leave the following: to my wanna-be sister Mary, I leave you before school jams in the car, plenty of string for bracelet making, my 3 on AP HUG, my one day of ISS, and my unfinished habits in SGA. To Sean and Noah, I leave you endless cruise dinners and the not twins. Bilal, I leave you the germ-x that you squirted into my eye and blinded me with. My dear Helen, I leave you “strength,” SGA (and dealing with Capas), and trying to turn right onto Tennessee street during a parade. To my fellow tennis star Lauren, I leave you our lost doubles matches, my “lob,” and being Gabe’s mom. Harley, I leave you DM and making SGA great again! Mr. Capas, I leave you 5 years of dealing with me, all of my tears, and my senioritis. Mr. Cloud, I leave you my absences in AP Stat, the shirt you brought me from Boston College, and Hannah and my cries in Algebra 2. To next year’s CNA class – I leave you overpriced coffee club and getting yelled at for laying on the bed. McCrackin, I leave you the three hours we wasted at Starbucks, along with my GPA since you want to be me so bad. Dr. Martens, I leave you my stellar physics abilities and a prom date. To Nick, Helen, and Mcrae – I leave you a first place Envirothon. To everyone who made my experience at Florida High so great, thank you and I leave you my never-ending smile and procrastinated assignments.

Emily LeHeup

I, Emily LeHeup, hereby leave the following: To the girls’ golf team, I leave you van rides to matches, next year you won’t all have to sit in the back. To OG Sav, the matching soccer golf ball, at the bottom of the pond on the 18th hole in Destin. To Baby Sav, I leave you my amazing golf cart driving. Cloud and Trafford, I leave you both my endless complaining and not-so-good putting. Chang, I leave you our Latin class wedding and all the gum I’ve taken from you. To next year’s Health Science III, the broken-down ambulance, also, coffee club is a scam. Ms. Casey, I leave you the three years of math homework I may or may not have done and a possible passing score. To Mrs. Streukens, I leave behind the pink pigs we hid. Officer McLeod, I leave you my two lunches and my one day of ISS for getting caught. Ms. Steed and Luke, I leave you guys the fire drill conga line and endless bowls of chili. To Hunter, my fav nickname and an ample amount of snow-cone cups. To Dylan, I leave you one semester of AP Calc., since you decided to drop it. Lastly, to Florida High, I leave.

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Nicholas Leon

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If you’re reading this, it means I’m graduating. In this letter I am leaving to some of my closest family, my various belongings. To Mr. Cloud, I wish to leave the empty chair I occupied for two years. For Ms. Hester, I bestow my rice cooker. To Doc Martens, I leave, hopefully, an ever-growing physics program. For Mustapha, I leave my throne in the clinic. I leave my car’s passenger seat to Nolin. For Lynley, I leave my marching ball cap. To the Trinity’s, I leave the chairs in Ms. Tomlinson’s office. For Daniel, I leave the white Vans. For Hali I leave this Senior Will you reminded me, many times, to write. To Ryan, I leave the discounted computer parts on newegg. com. To Hannah, I leave the pen I constantly stole from you. To Johan, I leave the spicy saxophone section. For Ms. Tomlinson, I one day hope to repay you for all of the life lessons and help in music you have given me over these last three years. To all of my friends, I leave you my thanks. I never would have gotten this far without any of you. You all have been the greatest friends and family I’ve had here at FHS.

Faith McDaniel

I, Faith McDaniel, want to thank my little sister, Grace McDaniel, for being my best friend. I leave her the outfield and the lead off position. Thank you for always sticking by my side no matter what happens. I also leave Brayden (Baby Bray) the leadership on the field and all of the inside jokes on the team. I leave the softball team all of the pregame jams and fitting in small dugouts with 20 girls. To Camryn and Jaden, I leave you guys the years to come. Help the program grow with your advanced skills and love for the game. Thank you Mr. Cloud for fixing my throw and learning how to paint the fence. It helped me as a player and is helping me play at the next level. I want to thank Mrs. Axtell for helping me through two years of English and making it one of my favorite subjects. Also, thank you Shannon for helping me grow as a person and for always listening to me talk in the office. I leave all of my “I’m just trying to graduate”s to every student who is ready to get out of high school, but learn to cherish the moments, because you don’t get a second chance at high school. Lastly, thank you Florida High for 5 years of memories and meeting some of my best friends.

Brandi McGee

I, Brandi McGee, hereby leave the following: first off, I would like to start off by saying these past 13 years have been great. I just want to thank all the administration, teachers, and my fellow peers for making these 13 years unforgettable! To Aaron, one out of a few juniors I will miss the most, I leave my uncontrollable laughter and plenty of Pillsbury Cinnamon rolls. To my boo’s, Mya, Ashtyn, Carlee, and Jada I leave all of our jokes, funny nicknames and memorable volleyball moments. To Chewy the Goat, I leave the word “bafwomb’ on the upper left hand corner on Mrs. Bender’s board. To Dylan Brumbley, aka Jared, I leave our 79+ day snap streak that we will never bring back. To Leketra, my lovely sister, I leave all those funny post-it notes/ drawings on your desk. I will miss coming to your office seven times a day. Last but not least, To Kaylah, my best friend, I leave every memory we have made at The High, even the day when you and Raven fell off the back of my car afterschool in front of everybody. I will miss talking to you every day and going off campus for lunch. Thank you everyone! It’s been real… Brandizzle out!

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Cheyenne McKamey

I, Cheyenne McKamey, hereby leave the following: My sister Savannah with the rest of her high school years and with all of the morning jam sessions. Good luck! Nia, Sammy, and Haley, I leave y’all the blue mats, Friday nights, tears, and my favorite three juniors. Bring home the gold next year. Oh Danielle, good luck your senior year. I’m going to miss my other half and the one who has kept me sane. Abbie, I leave you all of our memories and late-night study sessions and many trips. And Isaiah, I leave you all of the good times, from Friday night football to Saturday morning Starbucks. Good luck next year and keep being yourself #5. Coach Walker and Jo, thank y’all for putting me on the team 3 years ago changing my life. I love y’all both.

Colin Miller

I, Colin Miller, hereby leave to my son Blake and my daughter Val, my chicken nuggets that I would only share with you both and amazing times throughout the musical. To Lizzie, I leave all of my dank memes. To Landon, I leave all my bass notes, so you can pursue your career as the next Josh Turner. To Benji, I leave all my high notes so you can become even more talented. To Malachi, I leave my Sandy. To Leslie, I leave my hot dance moves, “David Ross, who?” To Saiannice, I leave all the anime shows you haven’t watched and all of our anime talks. To Katherine, I leave all of my acting capabilities. To Bethel/Aashari, I leave all the times I insulted your brows and amazing duets. To Artrice, I leave all my sass. To Rei, I leave all my Jennifer Hudson alto notes and all of the pine straw I own. To Keilah, I leave my high-quality jokes because yours are weak fam. To Journey, I leave all my “fake fan” gear. To Lexey, I leave all my pitch matching skills. To Mrs. Gamble, I leave all of my best “Aye, Yo Gambles.” To Mrs. Meade, I leave all the hard work and last 5 years of my life. To Morgan, I leave you, me, sorry, but you’re stuck with me. And to everyone I didn’t mention, I leave my senioritis and some helpful advice, “Don’t be snakes your entire life, ya lil’ nasties.”

Madison Milliken

I, Madison M. Milliken, am leaving my sweet Harley and Helen all the DM giggles, memories, spam accounts, and food runs. I love y’all. I want to leave superchef Sean all the McDonalds, morning arguments, and roast sessions. To my AP photo girls, thanks for always boosting my head and making me laugh. To my family Dakota and Justyce, thank you for being the funniest kids I’ve ever had - stay funny when I’m gone. #chocolate. #dabonthem. To Jesse, stay cute and here’s to forever having to wear loose shirts. Oh, and Abby, the sunshine girl - good luck with your OCD - #milkshake&fries. Lastly, to Mad and Dub, forget the snakes and leaving all the Sbux cakepops and Frappuccinos to get you through the next 10 years. I had a great time at Flo High and I love y’all.

Stanton Monroe

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I, Stanton Monroe, hereby leave Bilal Albibi the confetti. To Bara Ahmed I leave Del Taco churros. To the members of Model UN, I leave unforgettable campaign speech and the delegation of Turkey. To Brandi Milam I leave Denda. Finally to Mrs. Casey I leave the homework I never turned in.

I, Kennedy Moore, hereby leave Key Club, as a whole, my position to motivate members to participate and to help “fun”draising . I leave Rae our many group conversions in hush mode and our snapchat group chat to fix my life. I also leave Eyonah the biggest heist there is ...high school #JonnaeTheSc #BGM. My son, Will Pfeiffer, I leave you my empty seat in art and all of my leftover lunch! I love you kiddo! My daughter Chella, I leave you my non-artistic ability and my life-long advice. Ms. Axtell, I leave my facial expressions and my laugh and my sometimes anger about KC, thank you for everything from the bottom of my heart, you have always been my number one supporter. Naomi, I leave you the play “Annie” and my short-lived time in hours. Ms. Shack, I leave you all my progress and prayers about my growth in school and as a person in the future. Coach Helms, I leave you my 3 nicknames #Kanidian #MdoubleORE #HappyFace and my invisible parking pass. Ms. Jenkins, I leave you all our weekly meetings and dealing with my constant questions, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for everything you have helped me with this year. Ms. Steed, I leave you my constant love for history and old music. Ms. Parker, as you depart from us I hope you put that nice streamer I bought you to good use. Thanks for 10 long years FH!

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Caitlin Morris

I, Caitlin Morris, hereby leave the following: To my siblings Chloe and Christian, I leave a good reputation with teachers. To Chandler, I leave my amazing colorguard skills. To Lyndsey, I leave all of our laughs, even though half of the time I didn’t know what you were laughing at. To Emma, I leave all of the fun riddles that I’ve ‘challenged’ you with. To Kenzie, I leave laughs and the task to make sure the guard room gets a new calendar each year. I leave Collin, all of the hair gel products that he supposedly doesn’t use. To Little Savannah, I leave all of the food and candy that I’ve taken from you. To Storm, I leave my incredible taste in music, so that the guard always has something popping to listen to. To Kaleigh, I leave episodes of The Flash and Arrow. To Kaysie, I leave my (now nonexisting) flexibility. Mr. Cloud, I leave you with the responsibility of finding that letter that I sent, that somehow went missing. I leave Mrs. “Band” T all of the memories we’ve made these past couple of years. To Ms. “Guard” T, I leave all of my sass and inappropriate laughter at serious times. To JJ, I leave the almost impossible task of keeping the guard drama-free. To the Marching Braves, I leave fun times at band camp, amazing performances, and the best director ever. Have fun without me, I’ll miss you guys <3

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Blake Monroe

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I, Blake Monroe hereby leave the following, To Mr. Cloud, I leave all of the naps that I took in your class. To Dr. Martens, I leave Bonk. io. To Mrs. Streukens, I leave you my never ending supply of pop tarts. To Mr. Craig, You are the best teacher I ever had, I hope you read this. To Mrs. Cori, I leave you the microwave. To Mrs. Whetstone, I leave you a partially complete word search. To Mr. Carafano, I leave you all of your silly jokes. To Ms. Hester, I leave you all my late work. To Mrs. Tomlinson, I leave you all of the blood, sweat and tears that have been shed in band, and one lap for the hundreds you gave us To Ryan, I leave you my principal trumpet position, own it. To the Trinity’s, I leave you all my brotherly advice and parking spots. To Harrisen, I leave you the patience you will need next year in your leadership position. Honor it, you will be amazing. I wish everyone the best of luck.

Lauren Mosley

I, Lauren Mosley, hereby leave the following: First, I will leave my first chair spot to Amir Hernandez, even though I’m not in that class anymore for scheduling reasons. For Annabel, I leave my many cello lessons that I hope you continue to learn from throughout your high school years. For Mrs. Allen, I leave my musicality to next year’s high school orchestra. For the tennis team, I leave the #2 rank to the next person who will take my place next year. For the CNA class next year, I leave the broken ambulance and Carafano...you’re welcome. For Mr. Carafano, I leave the creamer and sugar in the coffee closet and mini fridge so that life will be sweeter next year...and so you can get through another year with the next CNA class. For Mrs. Streukens, I leave the little pigs and one little turtle hidden in the clinic. For Mrs. Cory, I leave one hidden elephant in the clinic because elephants are your favorite. For Ms. Hester, I leave two Mickey gloves on your desk. For Ms. Steed, I leave a Ghiradelli dark chocolate square by the lamp in your classroom. For Vegas, I leave Chella...you’re welcome Chella. Good luck next year everybody. You’re gonna need it.

Taylor Parsons

I, TP, leave Cassidy and Alice Bonn all the happiness in the world. To Samantha Bickel and Haley Krambeck, all the laughs and afternoon shenanigans. Coach Walker, the strength to deal with next year’s cheer girls. Meredith Campbell deep talks and great friendship. Ms. Axtell, one more favor in 7th period. Brayden Causseaux I leave you one more spilx game and the ability to be great. Maya Ajanaku one more McDonalds. Raven Garrison, Azaria Austin, Cypress Johnson, Rubi Castro and Kaitlin Hoebich my amazing sculpture abilities. Nia Jones and Eyonah Jones, leadership and rings. Last but not least, I leave Hunter Hanstein all my love.

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Christian Patterson

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To Sean Miliken and Gage Sparks, lil bro whose name he never gave me, y’all the coolest and I hope you go far. To the Savage Sophomores of the football team, I leave y’all all the necks y’all gave me because I hate y’all so much lol. To the freshmen I leave y’all all my bad snaps (Hey Bryson). To My o-line brothers (Brendun and Hunter especially) I leave y’all my love and the times we had whooping tail and making codes to tick off Wheeler. Thank you Coach Allen, Wheeler, Cloud, Adams, and Hickman for all the wisdom. Thanks Ms. Klein, Larkins, Axtell, Shackelford, and Hartsfield for putting up with me. Will, Brooke, Raven, Kyle, Brooks, Sheldon, CC, and Kalon, Pops loves you. Khlez and Yonah my only regret is that I met y’all too late, I love you both dear. Shadasia and Cirsten, Azaria, Khersten, Carine, Maya, never turn down. Iynkary and Carly, y’all are some characters and I love y’all. First period keep grinding and make the senior video better with all of y’all in there together. Jacky please leave Panera, lol. Twins and Chella, I leave you my smile. Zay, Andre, Kevin y’all run this school; right, Aares if you ever need somethin hmu. Hi Aashari. Journalism, please keep being hype don’t let my legacy of fooling around die (ESPECIALLY YOU OLIVIA!!) Nego, remember that there is a calm after a storm. Lil diamond and Lauren, your wisdom I will carry with me 4eva. LAST but not least, to Jalen, I leave you our times when we had a dollar to our name and we still managed to get food, and the fights, the trips, the car rides, the crash, The Snack Break, and vines. You are my lil brother and I’ll fight for you to the end. May your ambitions carry you always.

Brianna Pichard

I, Brianna Logan Pichard, hereby leave the following: pregame turn ups, Chick-fil-A runs and beach days to Brayden Causseaux. I leave Grace McDaniel outfield pep talks, FSU basketball games, and slapping. I leave Jaden Martinez your never-ending attitude and my love for the outfield, since I know it’s your favorite. I leave Isaiah Edwards “hey allstar” in the hallway every day. I leave Malachi Burke endless dinners at Hobbit. To Dada I leave “a busted can of biscuits” and your constant jokes. To Mr. Cloud, I leave all of the pop flies you hit at practice, and the pep talks during games when I needed it. To Ms. Steed, I leave your constant positivity in the mornings and pre-class jam sessions when all I wanted to do was sleep. To Mrs. Axtell, I leave all of the jokes about your northern accent and timed writes. Finally, to everyone who made my three years at Florida High so great, thanks so much and I’ll miss all of you!

Abigail Sarmientos

I, Abigail Sarmientos am honored to be here for the past 13 years now, it’s time for all you underclassmen to take up what’s yours. To all the teachers that have supported me to get where I am, thank you! To Mrs. Jones, the best elementary teacher any kid could ever want, thank you for being a kind and caring person to me. To the football team, what can I say, all of you boys and coaches are just a bunch of goofballs. Thank you for the best 3 years of my life, all I know is I love Florida High football. To all my babies, my underclassmen, y’all know who you are. I leave y’all our funny and crazy memories and hope that you make many more! I wish I could write more on this paper. There just so many memories, but now it’s time to go on to the next chapter of my life.

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Caleb Riggins

I, the One. The Only. Caleb Riggins, hereby leave the following: To Naomi, I leave $5 of gas money and my Kirk Franklin CD. To Ms. Klein, thank you for everything you’ve done for me. To Lauren Shirley, I love you and I’ll miss you. To Kaylah, I leave fatboy_sse. To my Journalism babies (Sara, Lauren K, Lauren S, Kamryn, Illex, Carly, Artrice, Olivia, Cirsten, Shadasia), I love you all and I know you guys will be great in life. To Brooke and Carine, I leave Jalen. To Jalen, I leave my comedic genius. To Andre, I leave that time I let you borrow my truck. To Kevin, I leave the day when you finally get caught up. To Zay, this is your school now. Chella, I love you. Savannah, I love you more. Kyle, I love you man. Chris, I leave my copyrighted sneeze. To Ms. Santillo and Ms. Jones, I leave my job titles and medical degrees. To Jordan, I leave a steak bowl and the keys to the gym. To Lil Mav, Lil Kai, Lil Terrion, Lil Dionte, y’all boys run Tally next year. To Nia, Emma and Adrianna, I leave blessings of highly favoredness. To Maya Ajanaku, I leave my Dreamville hoodie and love for Chance The Rapper.

Olivia Russell

I, Olivia Russell, leave eventful van rides with the golf team and awesome high fives during softball season to Coach Cloud “golf is life.” To the Savannahs, I leave you P.F. Changs in Destin and our weird little golf family. To Jenn Underhill, I leave hours of hanging out in your office, skipping class, and making necessary food runs, you’re my girl. To Brayden, I leave one more year of softball, pre game food outings, car concerts, horrible parking, and the strength to survive without us. To Grace, I leave first base because I know that’s where you really want to be. To Jared, I leave you the morning car rides that we don’t have and I leave you the occasional car jams and late night food runs we go on.

Gaby Pineda

Sit down, strap up and prepare for the rollercoaster that is my will. To Babs (you better be reading this), I leave you nothing but a hidden ten dollar bill in my old 6th grade locker. Good luck finding it. To Carafano, I leave you my many failed AP Chem tests and my hot chocolate covered EMT textbook (only the outside edge). Sorry, it was an accident. To Stinch, I leave you my last place position in the 2015-2016 chess competition (I still think I deserved a trophy for that). To Mrs. Allen, I leave you my brother and my nerve-inducing playing tests. Thank you for being such an amazing orchestra teacher, I’ll miss your class the most. To Mrs. Underhill and Mrs. Cowhey, I leave you guys my high school ghost to protect this amazing library and my nonexistent blog. Y’all are the greatest librarians in the entire world. To Charlotte Guimaraes, I leave you little cow #1 and #2, the not dead fish, Oh Se-hun and a quiet library. To Axtell, I leave you my sarcastic and judgmental comments as well as my awesome blackout poetry (it’s hidden in the Lena Dunham book in your shelf). Finally, to Kyle Prater, I leave my sniffles. Go wild Ginger. Good bye FH, you’ve been good to me.

Kalysha Sierra

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I, Kalysha Sierra, leave to my greatest love and pain, Aleysha, jam sessions, morning arguments, exchanged looks in Steed, senioritis, some of “our” clothes, the mountains and rivers “that won’t keep me from getting to you babe” and all of my love. To Helen, I leave Moe’s queso, hugs in SGA and endless positivity. To Mrs. Cori and Mrs. Streukens, I leave all the good tea, hilarious conversations/advice, pigs, the smell of Mrs. Cori’s breakfast, Aleysha and my gratitude. I love you both. To Ms. Davis, I leave my admiration and love, along with my last minute sculptures, Brugger’s bagels, fantastic soulful music, and good vibes. You’ve inspired me to do more in this life. To Mr. Carafano, I leave my anxious eating right before your tests, your two tubes of blood (that I drew) and Slim, he’s finally back in town.

Melissa Sliger

I, Melissa Sliger, hereby leave the following: I leave Chelsie Himmer our long swim practices. I leave Abby Hostetter so many fun SGA events and my bag is yours to organize whenever. I leave Danielle Cross the responsibility of making sure Jacob and Tim don’t get into too much trouble next year. I leave Dejay Robinson his D1 nickname. To Tim, I leave all of my sick days, just in case you use all of yours in the first quarter. I leave Mrs. Casey the time Justin told you the answers were on the back of the test. I leave Coach Harley my knowledge of football (lol). And I leave Jacob Richardson my heart.

Shelise Smith

I, Shelise Smith, would first and foremost like to leave Ms. Davis all of my random, weird sculptures. I’d also like to leave Ms. Shack all our conversations about life and wisdom, if it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t be the person who I am now. Ms. Axtell I leave you my outburst of mocking you and making fun of certain words you say. To my little sister Cayla Denson… Girl you are my heart but I leave you my GREAT teachers and my strength and wisdom also to not take any mess from nobody. Continue to be the smart and beautiful I Love You. To my little brother Mekhi I leave you all our funny moments, continue and grow and remember be the best you can be. To Deelee I leave all our petty arguments and headaches that we give each other. Continue being positive and remember everything that I taught you… Love You. To my bestie Coach Helms, I leave how we all know I helped Max pass Alg.2 and all the conversations we had and how understanding you were. To my two little babies Cirsten and Shadasia I leave you guys my player card and all our conversations about relationships. Remember never let anyone take advantage of y’all. I love you all and I’m going to miss you. BE GREAT!!

Austin Stinson

I, Austin Stinson, hereby leave the following: all talks in the hallway to Jesse. I leave the protection of Jesse and banging your head on the locker pregame to Justin Anderson. I leave our locker and rides to school to Logan. I leave rides to school and the hustle to Adam. I leave number six to Alfred. I leave the swamp to Hunter Hanstien. I leave all my losses to Coach Hickman in the gym. I leave the middle to Dejay. I leave HI to Kyle Prater.

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Mackenzie Strickland

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I, Mackenzie Strickland, hereby leave the following: to Rebecca, I leave all my Nature Valley bars. I will miss those fun work days in ENC. To Lexey, Morgan, Rehnesha, and Lizzie, I leave our fun moments from the Disney trip. To my girls Journey and Keliah, I leave my hugs and the chorus concerts. Aashari, I will miss you and all our shows from the “Li’l Abner” play. Thank you Emily Brown for helping me with solfege. Thank you Mrs. Casey and Mr. Cloud for the help with the hard math problems. To Mrs. Meade, thanks for four good years of singing. Special thanks to Carly Steed for giving me her food. To anyone else I didn’t mention, I will miss you dearly. Good luck with the rest of high school.

Lawson Tappen

I, Lawson Tappen, hereby leave the following to my fellow underclassmen. I leave all the crazy and interesting football practices we had as a team. Also, all the knowledge and great memories I shared with my brothers on and off the field. I leave Amiri with my gold arm sleeve that he has been begging me to give him, keep balling hard. I leave my sister all the school rides and drama that I dealt with on a regular basis, but I still love you sis. I leave Kyle Prater all of my first responder skills that I had to perform on him with Chad Allen. I leave Josh Cook, Hunter Busen, and Chase the truck squad in the parking lot, keep holding it down. I leave Coach Allen my “light bar” that I still need to buy for your SUV. I leave Mrs.Bickel my amazing internship I had with you this year. Also, I leave Senor Guastella with my country Spanish and my crazy stories I used to share with you. I leave all of my coaches the commitment and knowledge I gained from y’all all four years of football that helped turn me into the person I am today. It has been a great journey with everyone I have hung out with these past four years of high school and to all up and coming students enjoy your time at the high, it will be graduation before you know it.

Jacara Terry

I, Jacara Terry, hereby leave the following: to my lovebug, Raven Garrison, I leave you 1,000 follow up I love you’s (since I didn’t respond sometimes lol), and when we were fake. I leave our laughs, “doctor” help, photo shoots, words of wisdom, and shock at your situations. Most importantly, I leave you my grades, so you can enjoy senior year. Lastly, I leave you the picture you took of me. To Kameron, I leave the yearbook, you’re editor now! Lolol jk! I leave yearbook memories, meltdowns and getting yelled at, doughnuts that “disappeared”, not doing work, end of the year lunches, back of the room talks, and wanting to watch movies. To Cailey, I leave you the yearbook, it’s in your hands now. Deep breaths, you can do it. To Dylan, just don’t. I leave memories from art, (Ya’Shanti and I) counting NHS tickets afterschool, ANTM, and every time I told you to stop staring at me. To McKenzie and Sierra, I leave you art, keep it lit. I leave you our laughs, Dylan saying he’s not racist, tea, and the comebacks. To Ms. Hartsfield, I leave you every moment from yearbook, and talks surrounding life, sugar daddies, and cat cafes. To Ms. Klein, I leave you my patience, the one thing needed for yearbook, a body copy of the editors to get next year’s book done, and that time everyone stared at memes. To Ms. Kabella, I leave you the one bingo game I won and every Disney movie ever. Okay?

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Adahlia Thomas

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I, Adahlia Thomas, will leave Florida High with a better understanding of myself. I am very grateful to have had my high school experience at this school (although, I would have preferred to stay at Rickards). I would like to thank my favorite teachers, Ms. Steed, Ms. Long, Mr. Carafano, and Senor Guastella for pushing me to be the best I can be. To my sister and best friend, Anaya Thomas, I want you to continue to be yourself and always stay positive. Don’t let the opinion of others hinder you from doing something you really want to do. And I’ll try to be home every weekend so you, Aaron, and I can hang out. That reminds me, don’t beat Aaron up too bad while I’m gone. To my annoying little brother (jk), Aaron Thomas, I want you to make the most out your high school experience. Don’t get too caught up with these little girls. I still can’t believe that my baby brother is starting high school next year! *tear* But, just know that you can call or text me at any time (if you ever decide to turn your phone on). I love you two! Okay, now to my friends. Shari!!! I’m really gonna miss you, girl. KNUCK IF YOU BUCK! I’ll also miss Iynkary, Artrice, Adarius, Janilah, Sarah McCrackin, Adriana Long and Jada Black. Love you guys! Alright, I’ll catch y’all on the flip side. #FAMU21!

Autumn Thompson

Leo Torres

I, Autumn Thompson, leave to my dearest sister, Zoie, my beauty and brains.

I, Leo Torres, hereby leave the following: To Mr. Cloud, I leave three years of fun math (and statistics since apparently that’s not actual math). To Ms. Dobrin, I leave you my hilarious outbursts in class because I know you will miss them. To Ms. Steed, I leave that fun trip to Savannah. To Lilah and Steven, I leave you fun car rides and all the times Steven forgot his homework. To Jada, I leave all our arguments in yearbook and an apology because you had to sit next to Takorya. Shout out to Kam for laughing at all the times I roasted you. To Cordell and Rudy, I leave you two L’s that Florida and Miami will get to FSU next year. #2017 national champs. To Hunter, I leave you a treadmill so you can lose weight. To Wade, I leave you the cat. To Enrique, I leave you the referral you should’ve gotten in Spanish. To Coach Rico and McQueen, I leave you all the times I almost passed out at conditioning. To Gavino, Ricky, Ricky 2, Dog, Mathis, Danny, BJ, Nick, Malachi, Cole, Zuri, Ismael, Justin, and Macilveen, I leave you the promise that if I ever become rich, I will demolish Jacksonville and turn it into a parking lot. Make me proud next year boys. I leave Justin personally our pregame dates and the bench we used to share (next year is your time to shine!!). To Florida High, I say goodbye and Go ‘Noles.

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“When it comes to money, save at least 10% of what you earn. You never know when you are going to need it.” - Secondary social studies teacher Danielle Kerr Atirius Walker

I, Atirius Walker, hereby leave the following: I leave Maya all our talks about our problems. You’re not even a senior and senioritis is coming down on you. I wish you the best, I’m going to miss you. I love you kid. Deelee, I wish I could leave you Shelise, but she’s got to come with me. So, I leave you all our talks about trust and loyalty. I’ll be at your graduation next year. I love you. I leave Ms. Shack my growth and progress. Mrs. Axtell, I leave you all the times I, Julius, and Alex went back and forth in class. I also want to leave you the best teacher award. Mrs. Jenkins, I leave you everything that you’ve done for me. I leave my best friend, a.k.a. Coach Harley, my spirit. I’m going to be GREAT just for you. I leave Coach Helms all the math equations that I never understood. I also want to leave you all of Trin and my arguments about who’s your favorite student, which, I mean, I am. I leave my little brother, Mekhi Walker, all my great teachers and my wisdom. I want you to never give up and keep making good grades. It’s going to pay off in the end. Lastly, I want to leave Calya Denson, my little sister, my walk Mom says I’ve given to you LOL. Stay focused in school. That goes for all of you and Mekhi. I love y’all.

Jackie Walker

I, Jackie Walker, hereby leave the following: to Dylan Brumbley, all of our memories growing up together. To Emma Conrad, I leave all of my advice of procrastination. Remember, due tomorrow = do tomorrow. To Charle Crosby, Chewy Campbell and Danielle Cross, I leave all of our culinary shenanigans. To Alyssa Pumariga, Maggie Moultan and Jayce Kirkham, I leave all of the wrong answers I gave y’all in math. To Sean Milliken, I leave the rides I gave you home after Madison left because you were taking too long. To Mary Krause, I leave a $50 gift card to buy clothes after Fraleigh takes them all to college with her. To Lauren Brothers and Isaiah Edwards, I leave all of my complaining about wanting to graduate, and now that it’s here, I realize it came way too soon.

Jai Walker

I, Jai L. Walker, hereby leave the following: Kloe, Melody, Eliana, Katelyn all the joys and wonders of high school! Start off right and finish strong! To Cypress, Nia, hey y’all! I leave you guys senior year! Skip class, turn up, and make sure y’all graduate! To the dance team I leave fun practices, exciting performances and big smiles. To Samaria, Devin, Dymon, I leave crazy and fun bus/ car rides and never dull moments. To the flag football team, I leave fun practices and nothing but dubs. To “Coach” Jamie, hey bestie! I leave you funny times, big laughs, and lots of love. To “Coach” Harley, I leave you the whole flag football team. Lead them to nothing but dubs!

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“Always remember - poor planning on your part does not constitute an emergency on anyone else’s.” - Secondary English teacher Vikki Shackelford Krystal Washington

To the dearest Florida High I thank you for these 7 years. To Cypress I leave you our daily therapy session and a gift from me and T1 named Cypress. To Coach D I leave you a pack of paper for your printer, my permit (after the 3rd time) and I leave you thankfulness for always being there. To Shadasia, GLEE! I love you lil sis I leave you fresh Vaseline. To Cirsten I leave bleached vans. To Khelee I leave a fresh pb&j and our photoshoots after school, you a real one. To Maya I leave my amazing pb&j sandwiches and Code Red. To Ms. Casey, Ms. Hester, Ms. Whetstone, and Mr. Craig, I thank you for everything.

Tara Whiddon

I, Tara Whiddon, hereby leave the following: To dad (Cory Cloud) I leave my sarcasm on and off the course. I leave OG Sav a.k.a my child all my motherly advice and our car rides. I leave Bray and Grace the jam sessions and all the shade that was thrown on the softball field. I leave Coach Allen all my stress that was caused by being in TV Productions because it is an actual class. To Hunter I leave all the food you stole in robotics because you got salty I also leave my heart and soul. To Kyle Prater I leave our shoulder bumps and the pointless waste of time by calling each other by our full names. To the next CNA class good luck you’ll need it to find the missing pig, and remember to always wash your hands. Mrs. Cori thank you for putting up with me asking if I could get water every single day, and Mrs. Streukens thanks you for all the rides home without you I would probably be still at school waiting for my brother to pick me up. To Jenn Underhill thank you for allowing me to invade your office every 6th period without you I would be lost. Lastly thank you to all the friends I have made you have become a part of my family and I will miss you all now catch me in Kentucky freezing my butt off.

Mackenzie Whitmire

I, Mackenzie Whitmire, hereby leave the following: my moody personality and confusing questions to Mr. Cloud. I also want to leave my best friend, Ms. Casey, with our constant shady conversations and side math help, even when I come to you for statistics. Dr. Martens, I want to leave you with my Smart Board knowledge, and high hopes for a possible physics degree, but who knows maybe I’ll be a welder. To Ms. Steed, I’ll leave you with the memories from the Savannah trip, and a very successful Rho Kappa. To the soccer team, I hope next year is successful, and you guys score lots of goals! Also everyone, remember to drive safely and don’t get put on Southwood Watch!

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Makel Young

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I, Makel Young, hereby leave the following: First off I would like to leave FHB all the crazy times we had on spring break and some spare change for the lady at Hobbit. Wade, you got line. Destin I leave you the left cage, Faulstrom the mound’s yours, Brady, I mean sophty the gum’s yours. Brandon that was very catchable. Mcrae I call hammock, and Tanner quit picking on him he didn’t know. Aaron, thats wassup and Chewy I leave you the head position for the dugout claps/beats. AJ, Fuller, Pfeiffer, Jack, and Argene I leave yall my brilliant coaching skills.To FHFB I leave yall the many district championships won, continue the legacy. Dejay, Will and Kevin yall lead the team. CC and Javon I leave yall the good looks from big bro. Savage sophomores yall stay savage. Tj you got 12. Bryson I leave you the play calls, good luck. DREBOO I leave you that leash man and my perfect shot form. Jalen you got the keys now lil bro. Kaylah, lol I leave you all the dances, jokes, talks, etc… we have had the past 4 years. Kobe, I leave you some louder speakers because yours is trash and bro ill leave you some hair care products cause got more pull than you. Justyce and Eyonah yall hold down the videos in Allen’s class. COOKIE, I leave you all the great lunch trips we have had, Zay I revoke your aux privileges. If I forgot you I’m sorry, much love to everybody #kelout

TO: OUR SENIOR STAFF LOVE: THE TOMAHAWK TALK We, the staff of The Tomahawk Talk, hereby give the following to our seniors to take with them: To Alivia, we give one of Ms. Klein’s people (but not one from Tampa). To Hannah, we give you a round of applause for dealing with Ms. Klein for two periods a day. To Danae, we give an alternate assignment. To Colin, we give extra sass and the day you let Ms. Klein and Carly carry the whiteboard by themselves. To Christian, we give you Jared and a hall pass to visit the do-ers in third period. To Ashli, we give an audience always willing to listen to your hilarious stories. To Caleb, we give getting kicked out of the lab, your ability to write a thousand articles at once, all of your degrees and the meeting at Godby. To Leo, we give you an entire page for the man, myth and legend Lebron. To Krystal, we give you a late pass so you can come visit even when you have college classes. As you go out into the world, remember the words of J.K. Rowling, “It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all - in which case, you fail by default.” Don’t be afraid to take chances - sometimes they lead to the best things in life. Congrats, Class of 2017!