I, Sophia Landau, will Sophia Carlson whatever makeup I don’t bring to college, Audrey Landau the role of the tiny fireball in dance and Maddie Hodson a crisp high five.

I,  Irene Haigerty, will my unparalleled wit and charm to Søren Collins.

I, Cambria Tingley, will India the daisy chain, Teja my camera, Kelly the crown, Dylan a fist thumbs up, Irene my phone case and Darcy my lacrosse stick.

I, Julie DuBois, will Quentin Turner a fantastic last two years at new old Grant, and all the confidence to do everything they want to accomplish!

I, Olivia Holah, will Violet Holah my ceramics cubby.

I, Zach Hudson, will Owen Traw my killer high notes and my love of all forms of music.

I, Ella DeMerritt, will to Annika Wyman anything and everything (you deserve it), and to Ben Mullen, a strong middle finger.

I, Anna Edler, will Heidi Edler the aux.

I, Kali Steeves, will Miles Steeves my AP Euro notebook.

I, Oliver Hoffman, will Brook Hamilton Reggie.

I, Sebastian Miller, will Maja Elliott all of my love and affection.

I, Neal Bryan, will Alex Wagstaff the ability to hit those low low rumble notes.

I, Caden Patterson, will Alex Wagstaff a new windshield.

I, Julia James, will Rebecca Patterson minivan mom powers, whistle tones and my caffeine addiction, Caroline Ballard the pregame music privileges, MJ Trelstad carpool duties, Zak Yudhishthu the power of the pita chips, Ben Hider all of the Ariana Grande albums, Kelly Schooler melatonin to get on a better sleep schedule, Ben Kerr my organizational skills and the GGLAX Instagram to Molly Rettel.

I, Haleigh Tjensvold, will Celicia Evans-Kluthe my spot in GDC.

I, Sebastian Sack, will to Ben Kerr,  Owen Traw and Alder Whiteford my tenor powers (use them well), to Arte Adams a single one dollar bill, to Zak Yudisthdu the power of tasteful silence, and to Sadie Sack the strength and confidence to explore what you want to (even though I know you already have it!).

I, Jaime Fields, will Quinn Carpenter my fabulous directing skills, plus some hugs for when things get stressful. I will Søren Collins one really good pun and one really bad meme. To Eli Carey and Sylvia Grosvold, one last dance at prom. And to all my thespians, I leave the strength and courage that I gained from my years in the Grant Theatre.

I, Naia Kenney, will Sydney Rawls and Nora Janowski the position of GDC’s resident ballerina.

I, Alva Lokreim, will Elizabeth Kuhns my small Norwegian flag to remember me by.

I, Ari Tandan, will Owen Traw my poop sock, Liam Ray full ownership of the meme account, and the entire Grant Magazine the ability to get out eight issues.

I, Grace Gunderson, will Ruby Haack all my extraordinary funky fresh dance moves therefore, she will become the coolest person ever.

I, Noah Baskin, will Talia Baskin the right to make fun of the way I talk with impunity, Max Linssen the title of Superior Spotify Playlist Proprietor, and the Grant Rag login information to an individual who will currently remain anonymous.

I, Sarah Meilinger, will Hannah Witscher Speak Out week, as well as QSA pizza duty. Calvin Parker-Dur

ost and I will Owen DeKalb and Phillip Zaerr the keys to the robotics snack cabinet. We hope to see you advance to the world championship next year!

I, Rachel Karplus, will Carmen Saracco my Buffy knowledge and powers.

I, Laurel Sauvageau, will Ana Cruz my ability to get nail glue everywhere.

I, Yasmine Wyatt, will Olivia Geist and Carmen Saracco my high notes, and Rami Holmes my “Best Hair” senior superlative.

I, Sam Ellenby, will Livi Buck her very own empty passenger seat and a thousand playlists; Talia Sibilla all of my black t-shirts; and Finley Greene all the resonance in the world.

I, Gwendolyn Baird, will Eleanor Wardlaw my baby bird (in case of an emergency).

I, Samuel Redding, will Clayton Schulenburg and Sawyer Kidd-Meyers Nemo FastPasses and backup shoes.

I, Ally Lee, will Ruby Haack the right to be RB vlog master, and Calliope VanButler the right to lead anything and everything Spikeball. Go get ‘em kiddos!

I, Aidan Lenz, will Veronica my love for the Jesus Lizard and saying howdy in the halls.

I, Macey Holt, will Annelies Quinton warm-up initiation (if you know what I mean), Vivian Shepard my coordinated running outfits, Ella Shriner the purple lawn chair, and Henry Holt the Leaf.

I, Jessica Griepenburg, will Narain Dubey the ability to peel an orange all at once, word webs and the occasional deep breath. To Stella Kondylis Breeze and Lucy Hays, I will my everlasting faith, ultra confidence and my early bedtimes (so you both can get some sleep for once). To Peter Sallinger, some speedy transcribing skills. And to the entire Grant Magazine staff, my phone number and all of my love; each and every one of you deserves the best the world can give.

I, Ethan Derstine, will Maggie Derstine my parking spot, the one without a back curb.

I, Nick Sweet, will Clara Sweet all of my free periods.

I, Logan “Logo” Tibbetts, will Jade “Little Leeman” Leeman my skills in petty theft.

I, Brooks McCauley, will Hayden McCauley my functional Fortnite skills and the car that almost killed me.

I, Bowen Terry, will Abe Cain the title of Grant High School varsity water polo captain.

I, Theo Ackermann, will Liam Sullivan my tennis racket and Profe Carolan’s borderline and inconsistent respect.

I, Everett Coonradt, will Easton Coonradt my computer.

I, Boone Rush, will Alex Wagstaff vice president of Apple Club.

I, Gabe Harris, will Danny Fisher the title of bari sax section leader.

I, Owen Klinger, will Kirk Dilbert my solo in Umi No Koe.

I, Kevin Mealy, will incoming freshmen the best lacrosse coach in the state of Oregon.

I, Donovon Piro, will Sophia Piro my room when I move away and $500.

I, Ashley Kreps, will Hayley Kreps amazing tennis skills.

I, Truman Cowan, will Ben Kerr the ability to show up on time, fully prepared.

I, Jack Barrett, will Niko Mizani the ability to do C floor laps.

I, Beth Emer, will Nolan Miga taking care of Belle.

I, Isabelle Hernandez, will Arte Adams a crisp dollar bill and the courage to get behind the wheel.

I, Simon Miga, will Nolan Miga the art of matching his clothes to his shoes.

I, Gabe Hambrick, will Senan Brogan Marshall the act of being the beefiest kid at Grant.

I, Caiden Reid, will Nico Burns my quirkiness.

I, Kenji Lamdin, will Tate Kelly my position of president of Apple Club.

I, Hannah Klockner, will Katja E. your pencil from your freshman year.

I, Sydney Haswell, will Piper Haswell my high school GPA since I’m not using it anymore.

I, Emmett Glaser, will Kamlyn an infinite supply of morning practices.

I, Arden Luers, will Carl Luers my good grades and the right to eat all of the ice cream with no competition.

I, Toli Tate, will Aanii Tate my room and coffee addiction, and to her and Jackson Wolfe NASU.

I, AJ DePinto, will Samantha DePinto my excellent parking karma (that’s if you ever learn how to drive).

I, Luke Wilson, will Makoto Powers my parking spot in the back of the school.

I, Delilah McCarville-Kruse, will Grace Oliver my red sunglasses.

I, Ella Weeks, will Nora Janowski all the Draw 4 cards the world has to offer.

I, Arden Butterfield, will the haunted cello with XIII painted inside it in dripping red paint to the future members of the Grant string orchestra.

*Some responses have been edited for clarity.

And now … To each of the seniors who have dedicated so much passion, energy and expertise to the production of Grant Magazine, I, Christopher Hawking (Grant Magazine’s humble adviser) do bequeath the following hopes, wishes and sincere admirations:

To Ari Tandan, hair-rocker, earring-dangler and calm, cool presence at the center of the newsroom. I have been so impressed with your work ethic, your critical mind and your infinite optimism, even in the face of seeming disaster. Your steady leadership and editorial expertise have been critical to the health of the magazine over the past two years, and in my heart I know we would not still be here without you. I wish you all the best in Southern California, and I hope you find a new vehicle for your brilliance.

To Jessica Griepenburg, nurturer, friend and wearer of emotions firmly on your sleeve. You have been the inspiration that has kept this crazy ship afloat. You are a master editor with a keen eye that strives for perfection. You know how to face even the toughest topics with heart and a human touch that cuts through the chatter to reveal the shining center of each issue. In short, you teach. But at your core, you are a writer’s writer, and it has been such an honor to get to work with you. The world is yours if you want it, and I trust you will write your way into a bright, bright future.

To Ella Weeks, artist, designer, problem solver and maker of extreme magic. With each new issue, I become more and more impressed with your ability to take raw materials and make them beautiful. You have been the quiet hero of this whole production, and have elevated the quality of Grant Magazine to a level it has never seen. You have set the bar high, Ella, and we can only hope to continue in your footsteps. I wish you all the best and can only imagine the beautiful and amazing things you will create in the future