senior year and possibly life, good food and sisterly love. The dance studio, bonding days and my love to dance with talented people to Lowell Dance Company. To K.A.R.E., I give you all the care you need to run the club, make successful meetings and to branch out to more senior centers. Finally, to Lowell High School, thanks for the last 4 years of stress, college preparation, fun and excitement. I, Horace Kwan, in the event that I cramp up and drown during my monthly swim practices, bequeath the following: To Alyssa Kwan, trips to your house during block 4 because you always leave things there, more coupons because you keep reusing the same ones, and my phone since you always ask for it. To Katy Kwan, all my soda so you can continue to do your little burp-and-blow thing, T-Pumps because I keep forgetting to buy it for you, and Kwanding time because you love us. To Nolan Dang, our 10 hour-long COD sessions that were both rageinducing and enjoyable, trips to Supercue, KFC, Quickly’s or anywhere but swim practice, and my yellow shoes because I know they’re your favorite. To Kenneth Ouyang, all those skits we did in Chinese (they were HAO AH), bus rides after school most days, and the next four years at UCSC. To Sally Tan, many nights of AIM conversations even though no one uses AIM anymore, vanilla ice cream with marinara sauce, and 4 years worth of summer swim lessons where we were paid in donuts and fruits. To Stanley Tang, my running shoes because you know I’m not gonna be using them, and toilet paper because you know why. To Patrick Huynh, the math homework that we never do because we can leave class during homework checks. To Stephanie Ellman, invitations to the parties that I may or may not attend in college and Danny or whatever his name was. To Maris Tong, chocolate. Just kidding, you’re allergic. To Carolyn Tran, FOOD TRIPS DURING LUNCH. To Stephanie Chen, games of heads up with my amazing singing. To Michael Li, Justin Lee, and Matt Kim, our cat Toby and milk tea every day after practice. To Hansen Dang, a guide on how to hold billiard sticks. To Bruce Quan and Jordan Jiang, swim practice not because you guys need to, but because Steve probably misses us. To Hanna Tang, my Chinese grade because I wouldn’t be passing if it weren’t for you last semester, and Sally’s Facebook account. To Alika Lew-Koga, longboard rides with Hansen during team bonding. To Jocelyn Lee, my March Madness bracket because you can’t make your own. Also yuccas. To Zhimei Lin, hanging out over the
summer and maybe we’ll get lunch one day! To Aaron Chow, Brendon Ng, and Jacob Wong, post-meet feasts. Sorry if I forgot anyone! I, Katy Kwan, declare this to be my last will and testament. To Alyssa Kwan, I leave head massagers, cat houses/chairs to sit on, a hand to hold during scary movies, and a lifetime supply of floss, cookies, $1 fries, and steak burritos. Because you never seem to have enough of this, I give a thousand tissue boxes. I also thank you for the past 12 years of telepathic friendship and memories and look forward to many more. For Horace Kwan I reserve Kwanding times, blasting underground music, and meet ups at 8:37am. I give Nolan Dang endless burps blown in his face and Mean Girls challenges in Quiz Up. I leave group messages and all the towel turbans, sushi, and Mexican food in the world to Patty Tom and Lori Zadoorian, my farting fish. I also leave them with this quote: “You know you’ve found good friends when you can fart in front of them.” To Alika Lew-Koga, locker room talks and an endless supply of wire and beads to make beautiful rings. To Bruce Quan, 1,000 buddy pictures and weird snapchats. I leave Kenny Lam and Austin Van all the diving boards, water fountains, and flagpoles to polish at the S.I. pool. To Natalie Louie, my Bratalie, I leave complaints, snapchats, and library talks with your old lady. To Stephanie Ellman and Maris Tong, I leave MASK hangouts and watching movies on Steph’s iPad. I give Jackie Tan and Tiffany Chan daily reg talks, group texts, a full year of spirit days, and pictures/videos of the cutest baby animals. To Patrick Huynh, aka Pat Pat, I leave kung fu sets and kokoko. To the Lowell Symphonic Band I leave sheet music and games of truth or dare, would you rather, and ten fingers. To Lori Chinn I reserve a giant supply of food and our talks to cope with boredom in Econ. To Steph Joe I leave endless smiles and words of encouragement. I leave my Starfish Swimmers a new pool heater, 5:30am practices before school, locker room and shower talks, and games of jump or dive. To the Lowell Swim Team, I leave team bondings and the endless smell of chlorine. Finally, to every single person I have met at Lowell High School, you have all touched my life in different ways and I thank you for being a part of my amazing high school experience. In the highly likely event that I , Karen Kyi, die from an overdoes of feels meeting Benedict Cumberbatch, bequeath the following: To Candy Rui: I leave you eternal access to
my phone, for your selflies addiction. my water bottles during English class, because I wouldn’t want you to die from dehydration. I also leave you all of my Doctor Who merchandise. Because I wouldn’t trust anyone else with tenant’s screwdriver but you. To Samantha Chow: everything 90’s related and beyond. Britney (pre break down), N’sync (especially JT’S Ramen noodle curls) and Backstreet Boys (right before Kevin left). I grant you a life-time supply of chicken nuggets and mcchickens. Also a piercing/tattoo in my honor that says “Karen Kyi is the HBIC.” To Bernice Liu: my calculator, because I know you will do something practical with it as a civil engineer AKA person who will build a bridge in my honor. I also leave you a life-time supply of pies and desserts from Mission Pie and burritos from El Farolito. To Kelly Siu: funny prom stories, really late Christmas presents, damn SOCAL vibes, and your always FLAWLESS hair. To Leanna Wei: I grant you ugly selfies of me and OIL because of all the times you have driven me around. I also leave you all the sleepovers where I intruded your home with my obnoxiously loud laughter. To Catrina Sun-Tan: I leave you all the laughter and sadness we shared during our hourly long phone convo’s . BOSTON B*****S 4EVA (even though I shall remain on the (B(W)EST COAST) I leave you with Scott Muir and Patrick Chan. To Tricia Lam: our unhealthy shared obsession over pop culture and television and a lifetime supply of Netflix To Linnea Morgan: half of my giants gear (shared w/ Caroline Mai). I also leave you all my Taylor Swift albums. To Jessica Li and Tiffany Madjus : my indecisive lunch decisions and constant shipping of MERYL & MAKS. To the reg buddies of 1414: Bilegt Baatar, Jennifer Cho and others. Bilegt’s Mongolian pride, toothpaste for Jenny’s beaming smile, and Maris I grant my blue cardigan To Stephanie Ellman: all of my SAT prep materials. I leave you with our failed baked goods and movie dates. I also leave you with a bunch of chocolate (despite your unusual hatred). To CPCPHG: Judy Hua and Ysabel Cayabyab. the beautiful CHEMISTRY we have. I leave Ysabel with fancy cameras and Judy with James Franco. To Kenny Luo: gas for all the car rides, and ONE floor seat ticket to a Warrior’s game. TO THE BEST CALC CREW: Tammy Ha, Anyan Cheng, AND Horace Kwan/Amy Huang: all the tears shed over that calc exam. Also shameless selfies, CURRY and bribing of the #goodguygribbs
In the event of my death, I, Kavin Lam, declare this to be my final will and testament, and bequeath to the following my possessions. To Kira Boden-Gologorsky , I leave you a bath in the biggest tub possible and a new booby for you to call your own. To Alex Hsiao, I leave you my confusion about your Hypebeast-Hipster mix. To Katya Kha, I leave you boba and curry noodles. To Vanessa Lee and Mandy Che, I leave you the roads our food adventures have taken us on and our laughter that has perfumed my car. To Amy Lim, I leave you all our 19/20 food spots and all the Bambu your heart can desire. To Maria Lim aka my only friend in life, I leave everything else including my prius, my jars, my Hershels, and my sweaters. You’re welcome. I’d also like you to take the money I leave and have a great wedding in a vineyard but have the banquet somewhere else. To Maggie Ma, I leave you our love for the Caucasian type. To Dana Ng, I leave you an endless supply of hipster food spots and our mutual distaste for the species Homo sapiens. To Elizabeth Stern, I leave my boutonniere that you were unable to put on, our food adventures, hummns, and access to our love Oliver (I have no fears in naming names). To Austin Van, I leave you the keys to Saint Ignatius Herbst’s Natatorium, the echoes of our conversations home, and the longest friendship this old man has ever had. To Jessica Weiss, I leave you all our debate trophies, all our inappropriate relationship pictures, all the right to the Jewish homeland, our nightly phone calls, our frustration with the lack of intelligence of an overwhelming majority of the people we’ve met, and most importantly our feelings on the NSA and drones. To Aaron Wong aka my only friend in life, I leave you nothing in life as you seem to be doing extraordinarily well without anything of mine. Just in case, however, I will leave you matches to burn down Annie’s Mac and Cheese factory and a 24/7 supply of chefs and sous chefs to feed your never ending stomach. I also leave you with a one way plane ticket from Houston to Ithaca, or literally anywhere else. To Matthew Wong, I leave you all the questionable and uncomfortable videos we’ve watched together and hope that your odyssey