I, Jocelyn Lee, am giving a holla for every Mustang reading this; I will miss you guys more than you can imagine this fall when I won’t be invited back.

My first holler is for Andrea Leanne Fong, the dragon boat captain, the ASB secretary, an amazing Lincoln Log reporter, the only person who laughs at my lame jokes, and my hilarious best friend. I’m bequeathing you my journalism computer, my Withane playlist, the OC parties we never had, the 7 Jeans we never wore, my 50 bajillion dance pictures that no one is willing to trade with me, my super-light dragon boat paddle, my Stanford sweatshirt, the random freebie CD’s of artists we never heard of, my blue hippo Vans, and my Invisible Man book since you lost yours. I love you and I hope you never forget all those fun times we had – getting stupid, dumb and hyphy, shaking ‘em dreads, taking home the gold not once, but twice at Lake Merced & Treasure Island, our fun Toronto trip and all those Lowell paddlers, Soy Sauce, Withane, Dr. Seuss, Starfish, Gonedo, our Extracurricular hotties, and being a bopper.

My second holler is at Vikki “Abercrombie” Kong, the ASB president, the yearbook editor, and the babysitter. All these years we’ve done nothing but hollered at boys on Geary Street, wasted money on Abercrombie & Fitch and cute baby-doll dresses at Forever 21, prommed ourselves out till K.O’d in the car, got oranges thrown at us while doing lunch duty, loved lectures in AP English about Being and Becoming and our social responsibility, whined about the government kids who didn’t do squat, and saw Jonathan Chan go 18-dummy. I bequeath you the metal chairs in Mr. Lum’s room, m Tokidoki bags, my Kate Spade purse I never use, my Coach wallet and shoes, and my Visa! (Ballin’) I am happy to say that I’ll be rooming with you next year at UCSC with Shelby one floor below us and all the cool kids from the 415! Tyrone Li – the Asian guy with a black name. Who would’ve known? The past 7 years getting to know you have been AMAZING, I swear. I remember you had manboobs in the 6th grade and look at you now! You’re a dragon boat guy! I love your lame jokes and how you always speak the truth, even when I refuse to believe it. I bequeath you my AP stickers, my cookie/brownie/cupcake recipes, the drosophilia melanagasters, and my Lactaid pills. I’m gonna miss you.

Jonathan Chan is the man! Out of all the people in high school, I’ve got to say it’s been the best watching you change and mature over the years. From losing every single election since the fourth grade (yes, elementary school), you finally got yourself involved in student government somehow and I applaud you for that. In the 8th grade I would’ve never guessed that we’d become such great friends (Top 8 status! Holla!). I’ll definitely miss you in the fall when I hear the hyphy music on Wild 94.9…and when I realize that you’re not there to go stupid dumb and hyphy with. I beqeath Jonathan Chan my hyphy juice, the burned CD’s I make for the cage every week, and Mr. Shaikh’s cool accent.

Curtis M. Lurtis Lee – the volleyball captain, the one who speaks the truth, and the Elusive Viper! Thanks for always giving me honest advice about everything, even if it made me cry to hear it. Some call you mean but really, you just speak reality. I’ll miss your ‘Lol hahas’ and your broad shoulders that are so high up, it makes me tired to do pretzels while swing dancing with you. Good luck next year and shooooooot, you better visit Vikki and I at college 10. We’ll be waiting. I bequeath you my high school crushes that never turned into boyfriends, the silver Lexus, and all the mini burgers in the world from Denny’s.