LAST WILL & TESTAMENT

I, Greg Anderson, leave saying, "It's been nice, fair, and simple and it's all over."

I, J.C. Andrews, leave saying, "Love the life you live."

I, Edward Beale, leave saying, "Where there's a will, there's got to be a way."

I, Sybrina Beanum, leave my knowledge, intelligence, and talent to Marilynn Grimes, so that she may leave this school also."

I, Janna Berry, leave my Mickey Mouse ears to Disney World.

I, Vanessa Bills, leave the eleventh grade to become a Senior.

I, J.C. Bly, leave all of my snack foods to anyone who can eat them.

I, Cindy Bouwmans, leave the F.B.L.A. and Ruby Lee Johnson to anyone who wants them.

I, Betsy Brown, leave a sink to Susan Hearne, one "Fine Effort" to Jody Hall, and one hot sausage to Margie Vanaver.

I, Wilbur Brown, leave my wonderful personality and my strong ability to stay sober to the old gang, and my locker No. 60 to Stacey S.

I, Junior Burruss, leave James Monroe... and so should anyone else with a little sense.

I, Ernhardt Byrd, leave hoping that the dreams we held today become tomorrow's reality.

I, Paula Carter, leave an alarm clock and some intelligence to Shirley Pratt, so that she can get out of bed and go to school on time.

I, Vanessa Catlett, leave my ability to learn to Quintin, and my soul to Marci, my other half.

I, Hunter Chase, leave all my ice in my McDonalds' cups to Will Chase.

I, Stanley Colbert, leave wishing the best to my sister Eunice as she finishes her education at Jayem.

I, Susan Cook, leave Jayem to anybody who wants it... because I sure don't.

I, Judy Cooper, leave my great nursing ability to Debbie Lou; she needs it.

We, Jay Copp and Chris Rawlings, leave an ounce of mint tea to Mr. Price and Ms. Egge.

I, Paul Cox, leave my car to the Smithsonian Institute.

I, Mary Daley, leave my Women's Liberation cause and my love of flying to anyone who will have them.

I, Mary Dickinson, leave my good looks and my trailer to anyone who can have them.

I Teressa Douglas, leave my ability to uphold the humor needed at Jayem to anyone.

I, Wallace Edwards, leave my smile and happiness to the people who are always mad.

I, Laura Elliott, leave a case of Bengay, and many cold, snowy winters for the years to come to the Jacket Ski Club.

I, Sonya Ellis, leave Jayem to further my education at the Computer Learning Center.

I, Bucky Elwell, leave, reminding Mr. Neal that he should have put my football ability to better use.

I, Denise Ford, leave the best of luck in the years to come to Terry, Marilynn, Tanya, and my brothers.

I, Rosalin French, leave the reminder that good things come in small packages to my nieces and nephews.

I, Jenny Gillispie, leave Jayem willingly.

I, Pixie Glospie, leave Jayem for bigger and better things in life.

I, Brian Green, leave all the empty beer cans in the parking lot to "Deputy Dog" Price.

I, Jody Hall, leave any future "Anemic Redheads" to Mr. Burch, and to my sister Laurie, the Dick, Jane, and Sally wagon.

I, Karen Hall, leave my ability to become a Senior to Vernell and Keith Wallace.

I, J.W. Hamner, leave Jayem to go to college, and to return during holidays for Stafford basketball games. Right .083?

I, Yvette Hart, leave my best wishes to my sister Jacqueline, brother Henry, and son Andre.

I, Susan Hearne, leave a sink to Margie Vanaver, a Truly, Sweet, Easy Night to Jody Hall, and the key to Giant Food to Betsy Brown.

I, Pat Hening, leave the good times we had with Glasses and Ugly to Diane Willis.

I, Cathy Hermann, leave my memories and good times that I had to my Underclassmen buddies.

I, Jim Hicks, leave ten laps around the track in ninety-five degree heat to Mr. Price.

I, Pepe Heirs, leave Jayem to go play in the woods like Smokey the Bear, yea!

I, Dedra Holstein, leave Jayem quietly, but very fast.

I, Brian Hooten, leave my duties at White's Car Wash to Will Chase.

I, Sharon Johnson, leave the best of luck in the years to come to Doris Johnson and son, Marcio.

I, Kathy Jones, leave for Brad Trigger.

I, Susan Jones, leave Jayem with the memories of Jimmy and our wild parties.

I, Paige Kelly, leave success to future Senators in Mock Congress.

I, Matt Kandall, leave all my Spanish wisdom to Mr. Burch, and my Afro toupee to Millard Thomas.

I, Brian Kenney, leave my alarm clock to Mrs. Cralle.

I, Donna Kennon, leave chocolate and potato chips to next year's Senior with the munchies.

I, Charlie Kleff, leave some cheese to the rat, and some mistletoe hanging from the back of my jacket for the rest of the school.

I, Lilly Koerner, leave my hat and apron to John Folan so he can sell all the ads and yearbooks he wants.

I, Cathy Kubel, leave memories of full-moon Monday nights to Meg Raymond.

I, Gerry Luck, leave Jayem to Sherry Smith or whoever wants it.

I, Dan Manning, leave a full football scholarship to Ohio State and ten starts to Jon Raymond.

I, Paula Meyer, leave Jayem to the teachers, because they are the only ones willing to stay.

I, Mary Jo Middleton, leave my puddle in Hardee's to Debbie Shelton, and a date with my cousin Richard to Lisa Heflin.

I, Elizabeth Miller, leave my goalie pads to the next sucker.

I, Jimmy Morgan, leave my sports skills to Kevin Lee, and my two arm casts in the trophy case.

I, Geraldine Moss, leave to go on my journey, and set forth on my goals.

I, Lynne Myers, leave my "lips" to next years hockey team.

I, Mark Newton, leave all my love to Susan Collins.

I, Johnny Norfleet, leave my money to the I.R.S., and my body to the marvels of science.

I, John Nunnally, leave the darkroom to anyone but the Echo.

I, Dennis O'Shell, leave none of "his" marching music to Mr. Jordon.

I, Cindy Painter, leave Jayem to J.B., M.C.S., and W.S., to keep the spirits flowing, if you know what I mean.

I, Beatrice Parker, leave the school the reminder that you have to behave yourself in class.

I, Rosemary Pastore, leave my brush and comb to Paula Harper, and the leftover "After School Special" signs to John Folan and Ben Woodbridge.

I, Ginger Peterson, leave the knowledge that good old Jayem never taught me to my Underclassmen buddies.

I, Christy Phillips, leave my dumb jokes to my brother and sister in hopes that they will make their days at Jayem a little better.

I, Richard Pierson, leave my tennis racket to next year's tennis team.

I, Craig Pritchett, leave a lifetime subscription to Playgirl and a muscle shirt to Mrs. Maynard.

I, Jan Randler, leave my glockenspiel to Jay Surles in hopes that he will stop fiddling around, and my brother and his whips to Meg Raymond.

I, Jon Raymond, leave my ability to shooting the bull and use of rhetoric to my sister, in hopes that she can use it as well as I.

I, Charles Rector, leave my autograph on various desks and bathroom walls to Jayem.

I, Barbara Reaves, leave my smile, joys, and happiness to the Class of '76.

I, Tina Roberts, leave my sister, Cindy, to Mr. Price.

I, J.B. Robinson, leave the challenge of Jayem to all the brothers and sisters.

I, Ronald Rose, leave my nick-name "Nose" to Mr. Burch, and my tennis racket to Mr. Calloway, and Jayem, to go for Amateur Tennis Circuit and nice Italian girls. Right Richard?

I, Tommy Rowe, leave one can of red paint to Diane Steele for her cow-pucky colored car.

I, Martha Scott, leave dollars for doughnuts to Mr. Massey, the Ski Bees to Mr. Price, and my perception to Mr. Johnson.

I, John Seal, leave my sense of humor, eating habits, a bottle of Alka Seltzer, and my whiskers to Cricket Weedon.

I, Debbie Shelton, leave all my orange peels to Bill, Chip, Curt, and John, and Art I students at the mercy of Mr. Johnson.

We, Kathy Shelton and Tink Toepher, leave the Valient to Pam Leitch to continue her partying.

I, Doug Skinner, am simply leaving.

I, Darcel Snellings, leave my "sparkling eyes" to next year's Senior who can party without having their eyes give them away.

I, Sarah Spratt, leave Jayem finally as the last of the Spratts.

I, Catherine Stehl, leave one-half gallon of Black Velvet to mr. Price, for old time'es sake.

I, Jimmy Stevick, leave two tons to all underclassmen.

I, Mike Street, leave Jayem with the knowledge that there's only one more street here.

I, Phyllis Terrell, leave here exhausted!

I, Nolie Thomas, leave Jayem to my brother Matthew, in hopes that he can prosper from it more than I ever could.

I, Debbie Turner, leave the halls of success at Jayem to Shirley Turner.

I, Margie Vanaver, leave my yellow Brick Road album to next year's Seniors, and a hot sausage to anyone who can handle it.

I, Cindy Wagstaff, leave for different faces and better places.

I, Janice Washington, leave the ability to become a Senior to Blondell Morton.

I, Timmy Washington, leave my talent and numbers 11, and 25 to my brother Dwayne, and my friends.

I, Jimmy Watters, leave all my empty beer cans in my locker to Lisa Snellings.

I, Cricket Weedon, leave my locket to whoever can get it open.

I, Paula Wells, leave Susan Hearne in Sorrento with Wally playing with her elbow, and John Folan, ben Woodbridge, and David Glover pouring water on the 47 Calvary.

I, Brad White, leave Jayem with hopes of never returning.

I, Janet Wholey, leave my key to Shannon Airport to Mr. Burch.

I, Debra Williams, leave my quietness to my brother David.

I, Faith Williams, leave a roomful of yacking Congresswomen to Mr. Waddell (alias Grumpy).

I, Mary Williams, leave the memory of a beautiful person, me, to Leisha, Chilla, and Jayem, and a beauty kit to Marilynn and terry.

I, Jere Willis,leave the patience to cope with this highly educational institute of learning to the upcoming Seniors.

I, Karen Wingard, leave a new car door and a new rug for the passenger side of her car to Diane Steele.

I, Ronnie Withers, leave a case of shaving cream Brad Hastings, Phillip Atkins, David Glover, Mark Ellis, and Phillip Lloyd.

I, Jon Zitz, leave all my artistic talent to David O'Neil so he may draw his perverse drawings for Tony Harmon.