leave all my good touches and flukes, so they will help you on an (unlikely)bad day, and a booming “hoo hah!” Thank you for the last four springs, and forbeing an endless source of camaraderie. And to Lowell High School, I believe you owe me countless hours of REM, but you can keep them, because in return I’ve had a great four years. I, Elizabeth Stern, declare this to be my last will and testament and bequeath these items to the following: To Kira Boden-Gologorsky, coffee dates and the patience to put up with people. To Jordan Wong, lots of sass, though you hardly need more. To Viviane Nguyen, your very own Tom and your very own JGL. To Horace Kwan and Nolan Deng, the alpha spot in the wolfpack. To Reg 1407, a pizza party for learning everyone’s name (even if Mr. Shapiro never did). To Elisa Vidales, an understanding of sarcasm and a good-looking mug shot. To Mica Jarmel-Schneider, an afternoon of movies and deep conversation. To Kate McCarthy, a whole bunch of admiration and the knowledge that you’ll do amazing things. To Jerry Ng, glances from across the room, a spot
in my trunk, and a bath. To Wednesday Crew, many Happy Hump Days and one successful high five. To Yu Ling Wu, singer-songwriter concerts and a positive perspective. To Kavin Lam, food runs to Hunters Point, as well as You-Know-Who. To Jessi Hagelshaw, bad Russian accents. To Matthew Wong, pitiful Korean orals, a run up Turtle Hill, and one more handshake. To Aaron Wong, an iPod full of songs to sing along to, including “Thizzle Dance” and “Bound 2.” To Robin Yee, an FRQ that actually makes sense and all my athletic ability (granted, not much). To Marc Cunningham, a promise to not run you over with my car. To Will Slotterback, many weird memories (and a few good ones, too). To Ms. Rebecca Johnson, a medal for putting up with my craziness these past four years. To my Basketball Girls, lots of spirit and sunscreen. To Triana Anderson, strange looks in math class and the title of “Sweetest Girl in the World”. To Katie Pierson and Samantha Chang, memories from elementary, middle, and high school, and gratefulness for putting up with me for so long. To Addison Brenneman, $1 million from winning the Amazing Race. To certain members of the Class of 2013 (you know who you are), a lunch in the elevator lobby and gratitude for accepting me as one of your own. To Rachel Anderson, many sleepless nights and thanks for helping me get through them. To Quinn Francis, trips to the JavaBeach Café, three oranges, and some love to go with them. To Danielle de Bruin, realizations and progressions, Hawks in an assortment of colors, and a special place in my heart. And finally, to Josephine Cormier, thirteen years of friendship, mutual strangeness, and your downstairs apartment.
In the likely event that I, Catrina Sun-Tan, overdose on sunscreen, declare this to be my last testament and will. To Reg 1412: William Peralta, my blue vest and SHINee stickers. Samantha Chang, The Night Circus. Sam Sedar, a mop for spilled nail polish. Sonia Hamilton, our fight for women in the military. Cynthia Wong, a snapchat defeating all evil; make sure to send it to Julia Wong. Sophia Li, our orange cone, four years of seat-sharing, and the transitive property: we rule the world, Li. To 19, 20: Ella Roth, schmetterlinge and broom-like eyelashes. Stephanie Lee, mason jars of hipster tea. Brian Chu, peacocks and basketball derivatives. Tiffany Chan, all my hugs and smiles, because TSC, you are my other half. To winterball-to-seniorpromtook-me-in-like-a-homeless-cat people: Alisa Kyle, my tiptoes to hug you. Suzanne Tse, pinky-promises to watch the Vampire Diaries. Praise Ching, all future Olympic skating results. Meghan Chow, my Shaolin green belt. Anh Huynh, my talent for laugh-mugging and motivational phone calls. Elizabeth Yee, locks of my and Harry Styles’s hair; you deserve it. Stephanie Coxon, my dumbphone with 2048. Laura Jue, my halfway crying-from-laughing walking you to the M. Brian K. Chu, LIFE tiles, speeding tickets and our conversations about everything and anything. Sarah Huang, all my “carah”s and belief that I wouldn’t have survived Olympia or Choir without you. To reluctantly-accepts-me people: Nicole Chin, my Hayley Westenra CDs and the updog on my shirt. Ashley Chong, birthday weekend promises since the 2nd grade. Jaclyn Wong, my screenplay-that-never-was. Matthew Wong, our slap-arm-then-run-away move and my request to hear a male voice. Jordan Wong, s@ss, because we’re just girls who wanted to work. Luis Valle, our stolen phone calls to Han, my geometry textbook and always ready hug-it-outs and talk-it-outs. Candy Rui, my loving middle finger, slowly sliding down my face. Caroline Mai, Knope
2010, Assistant-to-the-Regional-Manager, and Bandit: we are soul sisters who Expelliarmus. Yu Ling Wu, glue guns, your eye-rolls when I’m nervous and Heroin Bob, because you will always be my duo partner. Karen Kyi (Boston B****), front row Stars on Ice tickets, everything under my bed, my internet search history, and promise to always be there for you. Hanren Chang, unicorns and wizard sleeves, hammer pants and make believe: our castle. To the above once again and everyone else: My thanks for making my years at Lowell, the best. In the event of my entering of the 100th annual Hunger Games and eating poisonous berries to win the Games, I, Mitchell Szeto, bequeath the following: Jeff Yee, I give you all of what maturity I have ever had and all of the memories we have had together since the first day of freshman year. I give you all of those peach-o’s and candy from Luckys and the money that we made sophomore year. To Raymond Wong the strength, muscles, and pounds that you always talk about possessing. I give you food and money that I always ask from you as well as those “readmits” you always mysteriously own. Sam Blumenfeld, I give you the MVP award from that tournament that you deserved and all those donuts that we ate at Lucky’s. To Douglas Jeong, my neck because yours always seems to be hurting. I give you my XBOX and countless days of going to Sunset Rec to play basketball for four hours with Henry Qin and the Lawton Boys. To Joseph Jung, the hangout that we will eventually have. To the goons, those lockers that we gather around and unintentionally block the hallways. Aaron Wong and Alex Hsiao, I give you all of the jokes and songs that we have sang together in Physiology. To the Lowell Men’s Volleyball Team, hard work, blood, sweat, tears, and future winnings. To Katya Kha, our friendship and our venting sessions about anything and everything (don’t forget about that letter). I give you a penguin because you love to “waddle waddle” all over the place. I give Matthew Wong, the energy and strength to analyze everything that goes in friendships, relationships, and life. I also give you my cell phone because you constantly take it from me in hopes you will remember me when you become famous . To Audrey Kan all of the love within me and silliness we stir up during our lunches. All of the fruit snacks and rebounds you can get your hands on and all of your perfect imperfect ways. And lastly, Erica Lei, I give you a tear, a tear of joy, for always being there for me and always being able to make me smile. I give you my back, because we always and will forever on have each others. And my mouth, because you swear too much.
In the event that I meet my untimely death by eating too much ice cream, I, Priscilla Tai, declare this to be my last testament and will, and bequeath these items to the following: To Jennifer Chen, confusing turbans, shrubbery in Pacific Heights, the hand-jive, dangerous biking, flogging the log, whipped cream. To Stephanie Lee, bikram yoga lessons, another BOY concert and signing, potato-shaped cookies, liberation from quicksand, Muni trains that are on time. To Sally Zhao, a completed list of 7x7’s Big Eat 2014, an unlimited supply of Acme and Tartine bread, constant PRs, Pamela’s, my dyslexia, an inheritance of Mr. and Mrs. To Jessica Ko, changing in public, garlic bread from Mollie Stone’s, rides on the 48, Arduinos, Devil’s Teeth runs after runs, productivity in CSF, hot dogs and burgers
before practice and meets, steak with steak on top. To Sophia Li, 1/2 with Prophet, certain macarons from Hot Cookie. To Marcella dePunzio, picture scavenger hunts, hikes to the top of mountains, leopard and cheetah-print everything. To Ariel Yu, Jessica Gao, the future of CSF, hard guessing games, banishment from the couches. To Leanna Wei, the love and forgiveness of Manna’s owner, classy afternoon tea, E. Coli-free Burmese food, bad selfies in the Kabuki cinema. To Kevin Tom, a bigger physics curve, a free lunch code, current events updates, a Peet’s coffee trip, a few more insults. To Justin Lee, Ryan Chan, Eric Tong, Bobby Woo, Jonathan Chen, Brian Chu, Nathaniel Jee, HIMYM episodes, a whole year of braincell frying, good rice and bad rice. To Christopher Mok, jiggly knees, mud runs in Oregon, Boston cannolis. To Serina Leung, any form of boba, tiny hurdles, kind words for Cynthia Leung, free mango drink from 85 degrees. To Jenny Zhu, na-na-na, imigs, Divergent cheers, misunderstood songs, forever natural ombres. To Elizabeth Stern, jumping out of fear in Moffitt’s, love for Ingrid Michaelson, agony over realizations and dictations. To Hanren Chang, sockflops, the Color Run 5K, trips to Hot Sauce and Panko on Thursdays, quality Spotify music, wet gnome hats, Ike’s for the first time. To Alexander Hsiao, weekly breakfasts, late-night Mexican hot dogs, acknowledgement from Ellie Goulding, love from Charlie, little spoons, Hayes Valley, the song you’ll eventually hear, and the continuous ability to make me smile and laugh. And to everyone else, smiles and hugs to last a lifetime. It’s been a good one, Lowell High! I, Jacqueline Tan, declare this as my last will and testament. To Adrianne Pan, my soul sister, I leave all the breakfast food, boba, and Welch’s tropical fruit snacks in the world. In addition, I also leave all our embarrassing photos because I don’t want them! To Jenny Liu, I leave you a cake pop machine, our dynamic duo tennis skills, and all the cute animals your heart could ever desire. To Jessica Kai, who always makes my day, I leave you printed onesies, tacos (except the ones from Sizzler), cheesy pickup lines, and all our laughs on the tennis court. To Josie Dang, I leave you with amazing food, conversations, photos, and adventures, hilarious tennis practices, and a special place in my heart. To Judy Pan, my better half, I leave you with all our adventures, laughing fits, embarrassing moments, and all my love.To Katy Kwan, I leave you with our hallway talks, the skill of taking the BEST photos of people, and Legally Blonde on DVD. To Maris Tong, I leave you Delarosa pizza, delicious french toast, hilarious math stories, and concert tickets. To Tiffany Chan, I leave you with our walks to class, a life without social media addiction, and snacks because you’re always hungry. To Zhimei Lin, I leave you the title of Snapchat Queen and #1 best friend spot, a “Find My Car” app, Lana Del Rey tickets, and all of the best food.
In the event that I, Sally Tan, suffer a cardiac arrest and die while watching a scary movie, I hereby leave the following: to Caroline Mai and Catrina Sun-Tan, random accounts of bursting into song and every accent known to man. To Karina Wong, heartfelt rants, cliffhangers, and pendulums. To Ada Wong, lessons on how to bake courtesy of Karina and 2048. And to the both of you, I leave milk tea with boba, Starbucks, and a giant map for directions. To Tricia Lam, every Pretty Little Liar and Friends episode and all the times we “did work” in math. To Judy Pan and Michelle Lin, our indecisiveness, random conversations during reg, and the many selfies on Michelle’s phone. To Amy Huang and Kevin Chang, our trips around SF, trying to explain the concept