Harrisville Central School - Pirates Log Yearbook (Harrisville, NY)

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CLASS WILL Jack Andersen, to my brother, my bunk to sleep in when I’m not home, so you don’t have to fix a bed every day. Sheena Atkinson, to Parish and Jolyn, may ability to stay out of trouble for 13 years. Tricia Atkinson, to Bobbi “Hack” Folsom, my ability to play a WHOLE game without fouling out. DeWayne Baillargeon, to Parish, the ability to stay out of trouble since you can’t do it on your own. Gerry Baker, to Frank Rounds, the ability to walk through the woods without dropping your hat every 50 feet. Chrisscheyl Bango, to all of my friends, thanks for being there when I needed you. Tony Betrus, to all future Seniors, the ability to weasel your way out of actually writing a Senior Will. Kristi Casciaro, to Carrie, HOW NOW BROWN COW - (chocolate milk). Laurie Cross, to the Fire Department, the girls bathroom. Nicky Davis, to my sister, Kelly, my gym locker with it’s smelly sneakers and all of my book reports. Brenda Dusharm, to my brother, Cory, nothing, because you always take what you want anyway. Shelly Ford, to all future Seniors, the best year of your lives so take advantage. Don Fowler, to Pam and Karen, a tape measure. And to Sarah LaDuc, a dozen roses. Danni Fraser, to Bridget O’Bryan, one box of Adult-Size Pampers. And to Lori Ward, Carlton Brickhead and Clayfun Pelno, (you deserve them.) Heather Fuller, to Michaela Mealus, the ability to do finger waves and the state board set. (You’ll need it.) Kim Genter, to Miss Felio, a years supply of Milky Way Candy Bars and a better manager of the Varsity Girls’ Soccer Team, if there can be one! Chrissy Gratzer, to Sarah LaDuc, the ability to get dressed properly. And to Carl Parow, the best of luck. Dan Hawthorne, to Heather, everything in hopes you won’t forget me. Joanne House, to Rod Parow, peace and quiet and when it gets TOO quiet, a tape recording of our better arguments. And to Tonya Graham, the ability to sneak out of the house without getting your knees dirty. Tina Kaler, to Rod Parow, some of my hair (since you’ll need it REAL soon.) Tony LaParr, “If I die before I wake, I will leave Angela LaPlatney a graduate date.” Sara LaParr, to Michelle Hart, one last laugh in Chorus, just to bug Miss Finch. Ronda LaPlatney, to Dan Hawthorne, the chance that he has been waiting for, to drive the Camaro. And to ALL of my brothers sisters, some peace and quiet. Regina LaVancha, to all of my great friends that I’m leaving behind, “’Thanks”. Tom Looby, to Rod, the rest of my unused basketball skills, “Jeez, I tell ya . . ” Julie Manchester, to Mike Miller, my secret formula to passing a road test, since your method doesn’t seem to be working-YET! And to Lynette, a road map for when we go to Watertown shopping. Laurie Myers, “I want to thank all of my friends and family for the support and love you’ve given me.” Lori Nawotniak, to Tammy Hughes, the “Greenwood Experience” and may your mother never try to strangle you. Sheila Pealo, to Robin Leonard, all of my volleyball skills and my great sense of humor. And to Travis LaFave, all of my old essays. Glenn Smith, to Rod Patnode, all of my percussion and my left-handed ping-pong abilities, in hopes that someday you can give me some competition. Richard Wicks, to my parents, some peace and quiet, in exchange for enough money for college. (The duties of mowing and shoveling are completely free!) Michelle Williams, to Andy and Alan, peace and quiet at home. John LaFave, to Jason Miller, a pair of handcuffs. And to Jesse Miller, my gym socks and one for the road. Chris Frank, to Keith Young, my ability to trap the ball, and some excuses for not having a good trap. Terri Jo LayBoult, to my cousin, Sherri, my job of helping to gather sap in the sugar bush. And my ability to carry two buckets of sap without spilling them. Chuck Young, to Keith Young and Frank Rounds, all of my future girlfriends, in advance.!

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