I, Jordyn Adams, hereby leave the following:
The days that all felt surreal because of my poor choices of staying up late. The memories of watching my role models graduate, knowing that it would be me on the stage one day. I leave behind the denial of growing up and leaving my childhood behind. I don’t leave it, but I do acknowledge the blessing that was God waking me up every morning to hopefully leave an impact on those that I interact with day to day. And I hope it follows me for years to come. I do, in fact, leave the multitude of tears cried in AP Calculus. I carry with me the complaints of having to do work when I walk into a classroom every day. And I leave the upcoming grades this word of advice, “Know when you can take a hit.” Sometimes the nap is just more important. Sometimes your peace of mind is just more important. Live through the laughs and be thankful for the tears, and love those that surround you above all else. It’s been real and sometimes fun, but at the end of the day…night.
I, Lotanna Aliche, hereby leave the following:
The great memories and experiences I’ve had at Florida High, from the classroom to the field and everything in between, I leave my fun memories of football with all my teammates. I leave my football skills with Dahmetri Ross. My exceptional speed with Chase Andrews. My strength passed down from Josiah Broxton to Jason Harville and Josey Johnston. The funny moments in psychology with Tyler Wilson. The lunch room convos with Theo. I leave my leadership of the D-Line with Christian Holston. Last but not least, I leave my fun 3 years of math with Mrs. Dunkelberger and the hopes of winning a State Championship with Coach Hickman and Coach Wilson.
I, Anna Bailey, hereby leave the following:
To De’Asia, I leave a passion for art coupled with constant artist block (sorry). To Eula, I leave making the stupidest (funniest) jokes and getting confused why other people don’t find them funny. To Kinley, I leave the wonderful style of wearing cardigans and knitted sweaters, no matter the temp outside. Then, to all three of you, I leave the art of being an insufferable theater kid. To Mr. Engel, I leave not knowing what is going on in GSA because everyone is talking at once, and the struggle of making bracelets a week before carnival, because I know the procrastination isn’t going to leave with Katie and me.
I, TrisLynn Barnes, hereby leave the following:
The memories made on and off the mat to the Florida High cheerleading team. All of the before and after practice hangouts to Kaylee Hutchison, Alyssa Santana, Jocelyn Demott, and Raylee Waltman. The great memories of driving around Tallahassee, constant CMX visits, many Target runs, and the Destin beach trip to my best friend, Gabriella Day. All of the memories made on and off stage, in the classroom, districts, and Charlie Brown to Zyan Ramos, Hilton Williamson, and Carson Broome. The Black History Month event dances from all the practices to performing on stage to Preslee Donaldson and Jasmine Griffiths. The Lilo and Stitch movie, backstage moment, and all of our talks on the way to class, to my favorite little brother, Jayce Davis. Hallway high-fives to Adrian Diaz and Nick McDaniels. Daily “HANNAH” and Oobleck to Hannah Sareini. All of my table talks, projects, and presentations in sixth-period class to Coco Wilson and River Howard. All of my weekends were spent watching every movie on Disney Plus, having concerts, playing our letter and number games, dealing with all kinds of customers, and yapping with Kinleigh Williams and Addison Snipes. Lastly, all of the late-night and afternoon baseball games, girl talks, and seventh-period class with Elivia Thomas. I love you all so much! To Coach Kelly, Coach Heather, Coach Kirsten, and Coach Dawkins, thanks for everything they did for me throughout my cheerleading career. To Mr. Webb, thanks for everything you have done for me, helping me through my English struggle, and always being so kind to everyone. Mrs. McMullen, Mrs. Taylor, and Ms. Young, all of the Wednesday lunch cheer practices, and being such amazing people to me in and out of class. Mrs. Nelson, from being my second-grade teacher to all of the class and carnival visits since then, has always been the first person I think of when writing any kindness or appreciation note, and cheering me on throughout my high school career. Thank you so much to everyone who has impacted my time at Florida High!
I, Brooke Baum, hereby leave the following:
Alex, my legacy as a Baum, my natural favor with my teachers, and a Sony A1 ii. Mrs. Prosser, a lifetime supply of PB & J’s, thanks for being a safe space, you’re the best school-mom ever. Mr. Cameron, the emotional support duck I never gave back. Mr. Craig (aka “the guy in the hat”), my love for Hamilton (the musical), thank you for teaching me more than I ever thought I could learn in one year, and much more than just history. Mrs. Jones, a Pride and Prejudice movie marathon, I’ll forever be grateful for our 3rd-period life talks. Mrs. Dunks, a Taylor Swift-branded roll of tin foil, thank you for all your love and care. Coach McNeil, my excitement for life, thank you for the endless help and support, you’re the best DJ Todd-father! Mrs. Eckhart, my love for The Sound of Music. FSUS Student Council, my passion for making an impact, thank you for the amazing opportunities and experiences, and I’ll cherish my time in Stu-Co forever. FSUS Thespians, all my love for continuing to grow in the performing arts. Jasmine, my positivity and love for dance. Bianca, my school spirit. Garyn, my position as the FH rep. on the FASC Exec. Board. JJ, my role as unofficial door-holder of 5th period StuCo, keep smiling. Adrian, my singing skills. Lilly, my love for pep rallies. Josh- my Studio Art 2 skills. Adyson, my passion for networking (you already have it). Zyan, my musical theatre talents, and a comedic duet partner for life. Carson, my supply of in-class snacks. Lorelei, my love for cinema. Scarlet, the unofficial role of “mini me”, you’re gonna go far. Anson, a Hadestown solo at districts. Ishayu, my car, and amazing driving skills. Nelia, my parking spot and my love for theatre, I’m always here. Thank you, Florida High, for everything.
I, Oliver (Big_O) Brink, hereby leave the following:
The spirit of the Florida High Marching Braves and the responsibility of head Drum Major to Faye Denny, along with all of our laughs and smiles throughout our time here. I leave the legacy of Big O and his saxophone to his sidekick Mike’alous and to Kolman, the spirit of low reeds and the Bass Clarinet. My Tenor Neckstrap (STILL don’t know where it is) shall be handed off to the hands of both Maelie Chavez and Lydia Kentron. My laziness, top-tier procrastination, and my jazz ear shall be headed to Wesley (SO DONT QUIT(please🥺)). My trust in this band program goes to the director, Mrs. Griffis, who is the best there is. All of my musical memories and experiences go to the pit and Ms. Eckhart. All of my Green Giants and buckets go to Kyson, who aspires to be like me all the time. I leave my wedding invite to Mr. Webb. And last, but not least, I leave my diabetic needs and all of my love to my mother, Megan Brink. I could not have asked for better people and a better school to surround myself with, and I’ll miss all of you. You truly are High, Florida, Go Noles!!
I, Johnna Broadway, hereby leave the following:
All the great memories I take with me from Florida High. From the early morning waves from Coach Helms, to late nights at sports games with Coach McNeil and Officer McLeod, I thank you for all the unforgettable moments I’ve gotten to share during my time here. To Skaia Beacher, I leave all the long road trips we’ve shared with our moms, along with any advice you may need for the future. To Adrian, JJ, Nick, Alaric, and Toby, I wish you an unforgettable senior year. Make every moment count. To Andrew Knippel, I leave all our late-night work talks, Friday night grilling sessions, and many more beach days to come (I’m still tanner!). To Lilly Traft, I leave all our drives to Dance Marathon and StuCo events and the memories we’ve made along the way. Please never stop being you. To Hannah Sareini, I hope that you will cherish your senior year, you always make me smile no matter what, and I can’t wait to see your future. I’ll miss you more than words can express. To Ms. Axtell, thank you for the past three years, from English sophomore year with Lord of the Flies to Yearbook now, and for all you’ve taught me in life, I’ll carry it to the grave. To Mrs. McMullen, thank you for the after-class conversations and your wise advice (I should have listened). To Mrs. Prosser and Mr. Cameron, I leave all the after-school conversations we’ve shared. I hope the following years of StuCo exceed your expectations. To all the teachers I’ve had the pleasure of learning from, I thank you for everything I’ve learned in and outside of class. I will carry what I’ve learned as I go through life. Finally, to Florida High, thank you for everything.
I, Zaniya Brown, hereby leave the following:
The interesting 7 years I’ve had at Florida High, from screen-learning during COVID to the insomnia-filled nights trying to study for exams. To underclassmen friends, I leave behind my calmness, ability to lock in, and, despite what people say, my charisma. To Coach McGriff and my Flag coaches, thank you for your dedication, believing in me when I didn’t. To Elise, Soleil, Mya, Danielle, Keke, Kenedi, Hadley, Maddie, Jemma, Zelena, Grace, Zoey, Kaidence, and Michelle, I leave my integrity and funny mid-practice talks; you’re all so talented and sweet. To Hannah, Arianna, Annelise, Kiersten, Emma, Paige, Anjelica, and Makayla, I leave confidence and sunscreen for hot days. This team is gifted and shines through any competition. You girls will continue making us the most intimidating team in our district; stay true to yourselves no matter what. You’re all beautiful, stronger, and smarter than you know. To Claire, I leave our fun conversations and shared subtle confusion on the sideline. Erin and Ian, I leave my obscure topics for you to educate me on. To Meaghan, Haven, and Ellie, I leave my serenity, outshining all stressors. You all are such a joy. I know you smarties will excel in any path you choose. To Mrs. Russell and Journalism, I leave my story ideas for you to spread. Continue giving students a voice on campus. To Ms.Axtell, Mr.Engel, and all my teachers, thank you; I’ll never forget the knowledge you’ve given me. To Bella, I leave my relationship advice. Thanks for your beautiful, vibrant personality! To De’Asia, my best friend, I leave my sly awkwardness and corny jokes. Continue to blossom like the beautiful flower you are. Thank you for sticking with me. I love you, girl! Thank you, Florida State University Schools!
I, Amelia Bruner, hereby leave the following:
To Coach McNeil, I leave the final year of the Bruners’ amazing playlist. To Mrs. Dunkelberger, I leave the struggles of junior year pre-calc and our morning talks before 2nd period. Thank you for your patience and guidance that made the hardest days a little easier. To Mrs Wolff’s kindergarten class, I leave the memories and friends you will create over the next 13 years. To my babies, Jocelyn Demott, Kaylee Hutchison, Alyssa Santana, and Raylee Waltman, I leave you the strength to keep doing what you love and to always keep a strong bond with each other. To Haley Hyatt, I leave the laughs in 4th period and all cheer memories we have. To Hailey Blankenship, I leave you all the many football games and the bond we created over the last 5 years. Last but certainly not least, Gabi Day, I leave you all the special memories we share. I am so lucky to get to do life with you, and I will always cherish our friendship. My biggest regret is that I won’t get to be there for your senior year like you were for mine. Thank you all for being a part of my time at Florida High. These memories will be with me forever!
I, Miles Byrd, hereby leave the following:
To the underclassman, my 2-20 record to Pavit Paul Patel Jr. A working serve to Sreyas Abdul Narayan. My ability to write copy, Maxwell Ikbar Corley. My basketball 3-pointer, Adam Gregory Watson. All my peptides to Cooper and Andrew. My FIFA skills to Connor and Javen. To Alex Geiger, my uninjured right ankle. Lily and Maddy, my will to quit tennis. To Ishayu Peter Gupta III, I give pants that don’t sag.
I, Destiny Caldwell, hereby leave the following:
Great memories I’ve had here at Florida High, from the mornings with Coach Harley in middle school to the late-night football games with my friends and me. To the teacher I really want to thank most, it’s Dr. WC, lol. Thank you for getting me through all these years with all your great energy and for being there when I needed to talk. The other teachers I thank are Ms. Axtell, Mrs. A, and Mrs.Taylor. Thank you for being amazing teachers. Ms. Axtell, I loved your goofy times; you’re definitely my favorite English teacher. Ms. A, I wouldn’t be where I’m at with CNA if it weren’t for you, so I thank you for that, and I just knew I was gonna love your class. Mrs. Taylor, I loved the energy you bring, especially during 7th period, and I love your outfits, queen!! I leave all the goofiness to Imani Marshall and Garyn Washington. Leave the smartness to Leyla Olgar. Leave all the great memories created during 6th period to Irihanna McCray, Camryn Vieux, and Montell Holmes. Thank you, Florida High School.
I, Brayden Chason, hereby leave the following:
The great memories I’ve had here at Florida High, from the Monday morning greetings from Coach April to all the game days with the best hype guy there is, B-RAV. To my lovely jersey number 1, I will be handing it down to the one and only func god Miles Presnell, and of course, my golf skills down to the kid Kade McLeod. Game day eats to my guy, Peanut (AKA J Beau). My parking spot to the only Bubba King there is, Brayden Smith. My Chalantness to Chris Copa. My aura to the one and only Jayden Walker. Last but not least, I leave my cuteness, looksmaxing, and mogging to the man Skyler Burger. Thank you, Florida State University Schools.
I, Ashley Davis, hereby leave the following:
Memories of all my lower-classmen friends I have to leave behind, Noah and Braylee. To Juju, I leave the chair train in Ms. Hartsfield’s class. For Braylee, I leave all the shared pet photos and crazy stories we share in first period, and to Noah, I leave all the laughs and jokes and great memories together. I also leave all my friends who are leaving me the memories we’ve shared since elementary and the memories with the friends I’ve made in recent years. To Trislynn and Zyan, I leave fruit salad. To Meagan, I leave the chair train in Hartsfield, and to Addie, I leave LPS trading at car pickup. To Aiden, Taylor, Nico, and the other guys, I leave the Sea World field trip. Thank you all for the wonderful memories I’m leaving.
I, Emory Estevez, hereby leave the following:
All the singing and laughs we had in the locker room to Chase Andrews, Antonio Dickey, Toby Nortelus, and Skyler Burger. My lunch table to Christian Holston. I leave my charm and charisma to Josey Johnston. I leave my phone in my backpack to Mrs. Dunkelberger. I leave my excellent Marvel Rivals skills to Mr. Bunker. I leave my belt to Kade McLeod in MLB The Show. I leave the long but absolutely worth it journey of Florida High Football to Theo Neff, Jason Harville, and Brody Dawkins. I leave the late porch nights and laughs to Chris Copa and Miles Presnell. I want to thank Florida High, including all the amazing teachers and friends I made here, for the best 13 years anyone could ask for. Thank you.
I, Ella Fleck, hereby leave the following:
I leave Mr. Craig with my recitations of our Preamble, Mrs. Eckhart with recognition for bringing her students to their potential, Mr. Webb a thank-you for supporting my writing, Mr. Bunker an apology for the statistics rap video, and an apology to Mr. Roberts for my freshman stupidity and Senioritis. For my distance team, I leave the no-context page to Leah. Continue bringing random items to the track meet! For warm-up warrior Lawson and Bronze Donkey Elijah, I leave my American flag chicken legs. Finally, for Elin Peelin’ and OG, I leave the song landslide: Climb “The Wall” and turn around, and see my reflection in ARP’s muddy hills. Don’t get upsetti spagetti when I’m gone! For Concert Choir, I leave my 2025 MPA accidental solo, five gospel preachers for Zyan, and love for the talented Genesis, Tati, and Haven. To President Carsonbroomedelapoom, I leave a reminder that you light the stage and classroom every day, and Big Brother is watching. For our Latin club, I leave Claire, my costume legacy, and discourage late-night hotel phone calls (if you wanna keep 200$) and state romances. For our SGA, I leave my Gargamel cape, Elvis costume, and milkshake pep-rally dance to continue my Homecoming spirit. Finally, for our upcoming seniors, I leave a reminder to not bring Senior Assassin to Dollar General, Big-Mike with my gym-bro legacy, Grace Barry with a premium Chat-gpt membership, Katy Hill with the title of best hair, and finally Alexander Von Geiger with a thank-you for the long drives, sushi dates, beach trips, SATC binges, and a reminder that’ll just be a letter away on my “vacation” to Parris Island.
I, Ava Gerson, hereby leave the following:
The loud and annoying sound of my laugh throughout the hallways, the ability to see my friends as a part of my daily schedule, and the growth I’ve made in my journey at Florida High since age 5. To my seniors: Molly Tingler, my mushroom and frog best friend, I love you and could not thank you enough for the happiness and true meaning of friendship that you have brought to my life. I hold our inside jokes, our giggles, and our daily “can we get food after school?” close to my heart. To Charlotte Keefe, my hilarious, without trying, best friend: You have not only brought me many laughs, but so many high school memories to look back on. I love you, and I thank you deeply for your understanding in our friendship. Our daily TikToks from junior year will forever be iconic. I would also like to thank my senior year statistics group; I love you guys! To the juniors: I specify this message to Hannah Sareini, the girl I met in middle school, having no idea of our future. You have filled my high school career with countless memories and laughs. I love you endlessly, and so I leave to you our golf cart rides, late-night group chats, and dinners at your house (which will of course never end). Lastly, but most importantly, to Sawyer Gerson: My brother, my best friend, I leave you with the times we would coincidentally see each other in the halls and whatever legacy I can scrounge up for you. Don’t mess it up! Thank you, Florida High, and to all who made my experience indelible.
I, Adyson Glass, hereby leave the following:
The memories made on class trips to Coach McNeil and Coach Helms. Waiting for us before he closes the gate at lunch to Officer McLeod. To Ms. Axtell, the amazing yearbook memories of the last two years. For my sister Scarlett, I leave all the memories at FLH for her to grow with next. To Elivia Thomas, I leave all of the baseball games and screams in the stands. To Mabry, I leave all of the giggles and experiences we’ve had together that I’ll cherish always. For Gabi Day, I leave all the smiles in between classes and everywhere I go. To Kinleigh, the laughs and heartfelt conversations in anatomy, forensics, and in the baseball stands. To Corey Brooks, I leave all of the smiles walking in between classes, the Wawa trips, and the happiness you’ve brought me the last two years. To everyone, I leave all the memories that have yet to be made and all the experiences to be had.
I, Alyssa Griesheimer, hereby leave the following:
Dear Mrs. A, I leave something meaningful behind for you, my senior will. I will give you my confidence, my growth, and my passion for nursing that you helped bring out in me. Before your class, I always had a feeling deep down that I wanted to go into nursing, but you truly opened that door for me in a way no one else did. You didn’t just teach me skills, you showed me what it means to care for people with patience, compassion, and strength. Because of you, nursing is no longer just an idea I had; it’s a future I fully believe in. You’ve taught me so much more than how to take vitals or assist patients; you’ve taught me how to be calm under pressure, how to advocate for others, and how to truly connect with people during some of their most vulnerable moments. Those lessons will stay with me forever. I want you to know that you played a huge role in shaping the path I’m about to take. Because of your class, I’m pursuing my dream of becoming a NICU nurse to care for tiny babies and be a source of comfort and strength for their families, just like you’ve shown me how to be for others. Thank you for believing in me, pushing me, and inspiring me! Your impact goes far beyond the classroom, and I will carry everything you’ve taught me into my future career. I hope you continue to inspire students the way you inspired me!
I, Ashlyn Hamlin, hereby leave the following:
The unpredictable, yet forever cherished memories I’ve made at Florida High over the past 13 years. To my little sister, Bailey Hamlin, I leave you the honor and lifelong duty of bragging about me to all of your teachers, friends, and anyone who will listen. I give you and Cailyn Jett our morning jam sessions on the way to school, and my parking spot that always changes. Lastly, I leave you with the task of making sure Coach Harley doesn’t forget about his favorite niece. May you forever live in my shadow… but always strive to be just as great. My ‘Wrestling Littles’ (you know who you are), I leave y’all with Lillie Pepper and Clare Ajose-Adeogun as the new ringleaders of chaos, upholding our core values and the responsibility of bringing Coach Allen, Andy, CeCe, and Jas the UTMOST hair-pulling stress, along with the greatest love and laughs. To my Lillie Pepperstepper/Taz Jr, I leave you my wisdom, my love, and my dedication to wrestling. I leave you my seat on the Sus-Bus and in charge of the long, loud rides that turned into bonding experiences. I see so much of myself and more in you. You will be great at everything you put your mind to. Keep leading, keep pushing, and never lose that fire inside you. I will ‘forever and beyond’ be rooting for you. To Kiersten Cawley, I leave you with my clumsiness but without the injuries that 9/10 follow. Along with the duty of aggravating Coach Brown and Bin until they have no choice but to laugh. You will do big things, I believe in you!!
I, Lawton Hosey, hereby leave the following:
I leave all my memories on the field to my teammates and coaches. I leave my jersey number, 6, to Turner Collier. I leave the lunch talks in my car to Kayla Sutton. I leave all the weirdness to Kalli Hosmer. I leave the late-night talks to Colbie Rushing and Kayla Sutton. I leave all the back rides after games to Layna Pohto. I leave the meanness to Hannah Duck, the best non-blood little sister ever. I leave my parking spot to my little sister, Maggie Hosey. Finally, I leave my beloved home, 3rd base, to any player behind me who plays there. Treat it like your home! Thank you, Florida High!
I, Sarah Elizabeth Hosey, hereby leave the following:
To Kinleigh (KK), my parking spot because it’s the best one in the lot, and you deserve it. I leave you with the memories of our gym yap sessions and smoothies after. To Lauren Rivers and KK, I leave you with the wonderful memories of long struggles throughout Mr. Bunker’s class and Lauren’s ability to always keep us laughing. To Mr. Bunker, I leave you the memories of all our jokes and never shutting up, I promise we were always paying attention! To Maggie Kate, I leave you the memories of 1st period chats and always sitting in the corner at Family Functions. To FCA Leadership, I leave you the privilege to serve the Lord and share the Gospel around school. Don’t take it for granted and remember your “why”. To Coach Blount, I leave you the memories of me yapping to you 24/7 and the encouragement you have always given me to keep moving forward! Like you always quote, “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.” -The Office. To Mrs. Jones, I leave you the memories from the last four years of art, especially junior year. Thank you for putting the love of art back into my life. To Mrs. Heartly, thank you for always being a great teacher to the Hosey house. To Neily Bettcher (my favorite redhead), I leave you my team captain duties, and all our IEA laughs and tears. I leave you our struggles to get ready in the warm car because it was way too cold outside. And lastly, to Mrs. A, I leave you Clinical Group C memories, especially the last one in the ER. Thank you for putting the love for Nursing in my Heart. Thank you, Florida High.
I, Liam Hutchison, hereby leave the following:
To Josh McPhail, I leave a legacy of fun times with the guys. To Nick Daniels, I leave the titles of “Life of the Party” and “Cheer Captain.” To Miles Presnell, I leave Hutchisnell camping trips and all of our memories.
To my amazing sister, Kaylee Hutchison, I leave all of our memories, from our drives to and from school to our times with family and friends.
I, Amyah Marshall, hereby leave the following:
The great memories I’ve made at Florida High, from the “Good Mornings” and “Have a great days,” from the crosswalk lady to game nights I spent with friends/teammates. To my lovely babies, I leave my laughs to Iri, my shortness to Kira, my hugs to Adaya, my side eyes to Journey, my cheerleading to Chole, my newest baby brother, I leave my Saturday hangouts to Mali, my joys in sculpture class, Kaiden, and Haylie, my smartness and goofiness to Garyn, and my girl Layla. And lastly, to my whole world, I leave our after-school tea talks in the car, leaving school together, our jokes, and our father-daughter time in the gym to Imani Marshall. To Dr. WC, Mrs. Axtell, Mrs. A, and Coach Harley, I thank you for all the bonds we’ve made. To my best friends, I couldn’t thank y’all enough for every memory y’all have given me. Jacob Payne, I thank you most of all for the love and support you’ve given me. I couldn’t ask for a better partner to go and take this next chapter of my life with. God bless you all. I love you all so much!! Thank you, Florida State University Schools.
I, Dylan McAllister, hereby leave the following:
In the front office, I want to express my gratitude and thanks to Ms. Sarah. Thank you for being so understanding and caring. Even if it was just smiling at me and saying good morning to me, it would help brighten my day just a little bit more. I also want to say thank you for always helping me with my absences lol! To the classrooms, I leave the late nights of studying, the laughs shared with friends, and the moments where everything finally clicked. To the teachers, I want to say thank you for helping me throughout this entire process, for your guidance, and for your belief in me, even on days I didn’t believe in myself. You didn’t just teach lessons; you helped build character. To the hallways, I leave the conversations, the jokes, and the memories that made even the longest days worth it. To my youngbulls in Traphouse, I leave this advice: enjoy every moment, because the years go by faster than you think. Don’t rush it. Make memories, take chances, and appreciate where you are. Make sure to keep looking out for each other because what y’all have is more special than anything. To my teammates that I call my little brothers: Jbeau, B rav, KAP, Kade, B smith, Skyler, and MP, thank you for just being y’all’s true selves and always making me laugh. I leave my personality and aura with B rav, my leadership throughout, Kade, MP, Skyler, B Smith, and KAP, and that D.A.W.G mentality with Jbeau. Through wins, losses, challenges, and celebrations, we created something special that I’ll carry with me forever. And finally, to Florida High, I leave a piece of myself. Thank you for the lessons, the growth, and the unforgettable journey. You’ve helped shape my past, and you’ll always be a part of my future. This isn’t goodbye, it’s just the beginning of the next chapter.
I, Savannah McDonald, hereby leave the following:
The great memories I’ve had in my two years at Florida High. To Teresa Kyvik, I leave all our talks in AP Psych (we’re both getting 5’s). To Caroline, Davie, and Kennedy, I leave all of our pregame Starbucks runs. To Kenzie Taber, I leave my record-breaking vert. To Bowden McDonald, I leave all our drives to school listening to Fleetwood Mac. To Sophia Mason, I leave my super cute pink parking spot. To Grace Barry, I leave all of our talks about Conan Gray’s AMAZING music. To Coach Kelley, I leave all the years of you asking me to go to this amazing school. To my favorite Mrs. Burch’s class, I leave all the morning hugs and Play-Doh creations. Thank you, FSUS.
I, Makiyah McHenry, hereby leave the following:
The early mornings, late practices, and everything in between that helped shape me into who I am today. From the hard days to the good ones, every moment meant something. To all the underclassmen, I leave the understanding that nothing comes easy—keep working, even when nobody’s watching. To my teammates, I leave my hustle and my mindset—keep pushing and stay focused no matter what. The laughs, the memories, and the bond we built together—I’ll carry that with me wherever I go. My place in the gym to anyone willing to put in the work. The strength people don’t always see, I leave that to all of you. Finally, I leave the reminder that you don’t have to have everything figured out—just don’t stop showing up. Thank you to everyone who was a part of my journey. This isn’t the end, just the beginning.
I, Gabe Miley, hereby leave the following:
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I, Adit More, hereby leave the following:
Our class’s rants and therapy sessions with Mr. Webb, and my encouragement to show up every day to the legendary Dr. Small. My journey through physics and Science Olympiad sidequests to Dr. Mehta. I leave my half-baked tennis skills, a half-eaten snack bar, and my smooth driving to Sreyas Narayan. My unfunny jokes and elite music taste to the one and only Ishayu Gupta. My charisma to Pavit “Pablo” Patel so he can actually get a prom date. “The bag or so” and all of SAC’s Kennedy memories with Ms. Rosenbaum. My Genz-ness to Mrs.Jean-Batiste. My will to debate anything and correct my name with Mr. Craig. And finally, for some of the best 13 years in my life, to Florida State University Schools…GO NOLES!!!
I, Ayush More, hereby leave the following:
The super-chilled classrooms in the STEAM building and the party table in physics. The touching of grass in AP Newton to Mrs. Dunkelberger. The many rocket days from the honorable party table to Dr. Mehta. My humble desk and calc notes to Sreyas Narayan. Now you can finally study! To Ishayu Gupta, I leave the monthly toilet talk riddles and the duke rhydhun hoodie. Please get new fits. To Pavit Patel, I leave guitar & model UN, so make sure to go to a conference! To Elijah, Cash, and Quint, I leave my permission to play your favorite Indian song. And last but not least, the parking spot and physics notes to Connor Finn, because you will definitely be taking AP senior year and being nonchalant with the Corvette. Thank you, Florida High!
I, Saryia Morrison, hereby leave the following:
The many memories with people that have been there for me in times they never knew about, I leave my hallway cred to my baby brother Elijah Morrison-Thomas, the laughs I’ve shared and will always cherish with Irihanna, my “wonderful” math skills and fun game nights to KanTrese, my slick remarks, messiness, and fun times to Imani. I thank so many teachers for helping me strive to be my absolute best, specifically the following: Mrs.Taylor for helping me pursue a career, Dr. WC for his dadly advice, Mr. Mello for a fun class, and Ms. Axtell for always believing in me. To Mrs. Russell and Mr. Webb for pushing me when I needed assistance. I’m also thankful for all the friendships that I’ve made along the way, y’all will forever be my motivation and strive, and I thank y’all for helping me grow. Thank you, Florida High School, for everything.
