Tri County Vocational Technical High School - Summit Yearbook (Franklin, MA)

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I, Jane Deshone, leave to Mr. Walker my drafting board with Jane + Jay carved all over it. I, Jason Devine, leave to Mr. Packard all my butts in the bathroom. I, Cheri Dewar leave to Mr. Meisher, and Mrs. Gill- McCormack all my smiles. I, Joe Dickens, leave to Mr. Halstead a class routine, Mr. Bentley's bottle of mouthwash. Roderick all my old clothes. I, Chip Follett, leave to anybody named, Mycan, my sympathy. I, Robbie Follett, leave to Ken Sirois all my Harley shirts. I, Gilbert Forant leave my staying out of trouble to Mr. Coe and Mr. Silva in Plant Maintenance shop. I, Lisa Foster, leave to the future seniors my teachers of this year. I, Steven Frey, leave to Mr. Olsen my wise attitude. I, Terri Friend, leave to Mr. Stevens, all my thanks for keeping me from quitting shop. I, Kevin David Gaudreau, leave to Lionel Auclair, my third leg. I, Geraldine Giancola, leave to Mr. Verrochi my sister and a bottle of asprin. I, Matthew Gilligan, leave to Jon Kidson my hanging burt. I, Stephen Girling leave to my shop teachers thanks for all the help they gave me. I, Lia Gobin leave to Elaine Flaherty all the quarters I got and ever will and a walk in the park. I, Amy Gould, leave to Mr. Provost, all the X-tra credit notes and pictures. I, Andrew Gray, leave to Mr. Packard, all my notes that I wrote for myself since freshman year. I, Lauren Dietzel, leave to Nicole and Wendy the book of how to be sophisticated I, Matt French, leave to Dennis Dymetrick, my smoking stall in the center core bathroom. I, Jeffrey Hamel, leave to Mr. R a pair of Hip-Wadders. I, Stephen Robert Dion, leave to the engineer who designed Tri- County, all the Fisheyes that I ever got in my paint jobs. I, Keith Dolitka, leave to all the teachers the happiness of me not being there. I, Thomas Earls leave to Mrs. K, my math book. I, Nisa Erickson, leave to Mrs. Martell all my rude pills. I, Dave Fiorillo, leave to Mr. Mcdonough, an 88 yd. QB sneak. I, Elaine Flaherty, leave to Lisa Martelli all the nice looking guys on the highway, and all half eaten pizzas. I, James Floyd, leave to Mr.

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I, Debbie Brissett e, leave to Mario absolutely nothing!!!!! I, Steven Brown, leave to Mr. Russo, my pet camel, polishing rag, and a case of wax. Hichborn a sewing kit for all his ripped seams. I, Mario Colace, leave to Coach Mac. the Thanksgiving Day game ball. Shavrien, a bottle of Miracle Grow. I, Jeff Corsini, leave to Karen Ghioni, my Blue chair in the Cafeteria. I, Pamela Brunelli, leave to Mr. I, MaryBeth Collins leave to I, Paul Costa, leave to Lional Auclair a chance to meet the road warriors. I, Joe Crehan, leave to Mr. Robinson and Mr. Packard my thanks for being great teachers as well as great friends. I, Dalton Crook, leave to Mr. Osbourne, my chef's hat I never wore. I, Chad Custodio leave to Steven Frey a new flannel shirt. I, Larry D'Aniello, leave to the drafting shop, class of 88 , my phone number so we all can keep in touch after graduation. Sav. all my teasing barber combs. I, Penny Bullis leave to Mr. Sav the best four years of shop I ever had. Laura McMorrow a bigger diamond ring. I, Beth Comeau, leave to Pam D., the likes of Danny. I, Dawn Dalrymple leave to Audra Alberto 3 years of hell. I, Tom Danello leave to Mr. Codman my wise attitude. I, Roger Campbell, leave to The whole school anything they haven't taken out of me already! I, Armando Carbone, leave to Coach Mack our record 4-6. I, Tina Carr, leave to everyone the spirit memory of this graduating class. I, Bill Carter leave to Daryl Parquett all my no good work tools for his new tool box. I, Bob Castagnaro leave to Mr. Dow my dirty, smelly cleats and a book on coaching soccer. I, Chris Cerce leave to coach Desper all the hills. I, Scott Chapman, leave to Mr. Jones, a pair of 8 inch stilts. I, Paul P. Comendul, leave to Mr. Lew, one pair of thermals for those cold days on the ice. I, Jon Cook, leave to Mr. i I, Daryl Densmore leave to Mr. Seagrave a dictionary and a date. I, Patricia DePalma, leave not knowing what lurks in the dark. I, Tina Cisternelli leave to Ed

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I, Jane Hamilton, leave to Auty Morrisey, the patience of a year shaft. I, Gregg Harvey leave to Jim Conley a reactor welding certification. SAFE LIFE. I, Jennifer Kerns, leave to Mr. Pedro, one unused Physics book. I, Jonathan Kidson, leave to My brothers to follow and all heads my serenity, innerpeace, and will to achieve. I, Chrissy Killoy leave to Ms. Martell all of my drug deals (ha! ha!) I, Steven Kovatsi, leave to Sharon, one more year of high school. Ha Ha kid! I, Lisa Laferriere, leave to Kim Lacombe another year at this dump. I, Yvonne Lallier, leave to the junior class of next year my sister Roo, the beast. I, Tina Lanteigne, leave to Ms. Nowacki every single pair of spandex I own + the metal heads. someone else to punch him in the gut. I, Cam McLaughlin, leave to Mr. Travato the memory of him stuffing my face in the snow after throwing a snowball at him. I, Vinny McLaughlin leave to Michelle — Nothing! I, Laura McMorrow leave to Mrs. Barbati my wonderful sense of humor. I, Kevin Miller, leave to Sandy Wheeler my bod. I, Jamie Miller, leave to Mr. Halstead his over used fart joke. I, Jennifer Mochrie leave to Mr. Glasser all the fun we had in class. I, Kevin Molloy leave to the school the best hockey team it had and one severe hangover after Halloween! I, Leeann Hasenfus leave to Ozzy a bigger thunder” he can rag on! Love that belly!! I Jeanne Hawkins leave to Dave Ingraham and Mike Perotti my body and soul. I, Ed Hehir leave to Tim Fletcher a 4 foot spreader and 55 gallons of plastic. I, David Ingraham, leave to Mr. Happeney, a death sentence by my hand. I, Tom Johnson leave to Cheryl Mathias a pair of suspenders. I, Pamela Kachinsky, leave to Kim Noviello, a pair of matching socks! I, Mark Kane leave to the school the best record we had since school had opened. I, Dave Kenny, leave to those I parties with an interesting and I, Michael Lee, leave to Tri- County, all my hangovers. I, Melissa Lesieur, leave to all the sophomores nothing but their next two years at Tri-County. I, Tony Leva, leave to Mr. Seagrave, a bar of soap. I, Lori Lucas leave to Mr. Hichborn a handkerchief and his word perse and his other dumb sayings! I, Richard Mandeville, leave to Coach McDonough, my sweat and pain. I, Lisa Martelli leave to Elaine Flaherty all the Pizza she can eat. I, Cheryl Mathias leave to Mr. King my tied sweat pants. I, Missy Maxfield, leave J. J. a personal day in R. Room. I, Beth Mazzeo, leave to Mr. Izzi, I, Marc Mosher leave to Boss my wise comments. I, Chip Moulson, leave to Mr. 30