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REENA GUPTA

"Class Talker”

Years at Buckley: 9 Quips: "Hello . . . please, spare me . . . oh wow . . . I don’t wanna know . . . BYE!
Activities: Red Team Captain ’92-’93, Scripta Quotes: "Life’s tough and then you die” . Mr. C. "A ll men are created equal; all womet
Photography, Soccer, Basketball, Field Hockey, are created superior.” Cathy. "If anything can go wrong, it will.” Murphy’s Law
Lacrosse, Softball, and Senior Musical ’93. Last Will: I, Reena Gupta, leave Jessica, all our good times, Boston, Pearl Cream
"Iessica, portat aquam!” , "Ah! Very tasty wiva!” , the bottom of my bookbag, Hollywood
our two fights, BLUE STINKS, P.U.!, my fellow captain, a hug, kiss and an awesome
friendship; Justina, my party and your nose’s bad memories, a type of ball that hasn't
hit your nose, and an awesome six years of friendships; Katiana, sixth grade, mt
allergies, burping names, and a fightless friendship; Brooke, a 12 minute mile, "Nice
interception!” , the time at Katiana’s party that I flung ice cream in your hair, and a great
friendship; Ariadne, Dillon madness, a coincidental birth date, dance class, and at
awesome friendship; Ila, a million fights over stupid things, braces and a great friend
ship, Chris F., a book of air (W om en’s Rights by Chris Faraone), the times I misspellec
your last name, one of Mr. Wilhelm’s jokes that you didn’t laugh at, your weird sayings
and a great friendship; Greg, you’re short!” , the stock market game, a day when you don't
roll your eyes at me; Max, the running man and you finally got it; Nick, two years o
having lockers next to each other, 25<t that you owe me, "I am having trouble locating
my textbook” , the time I measured your hair (seven inches), all my pens you lost or broke
how to eat a Pop Tart and other thrilling lunch conversations; Phil, all the girls that liket
you, homework calls, and Reenee Guptee; Evan, lunch table conversations, "You don'
like it even after smotherrring it with Ketchup?” , passing notes, attaching desks, anc
comparing answers, and a day you don’t remind me how great you are; Eugene, Jant
Woodman, a test you didn’t get 100, Kerim, a million homework calls and how you alway;
find a way to annoy me; Melanie, Katie, Joanna, and Laura, thanks for being awesomt
teammates, you guys are awesome and RED RULES!; All the seventh grade girls, I’ll mis
you all so much, and good luck in the future; Perry, Gupee, how I could never think o
a name for you, and a really weird friendship; Lindsy, Lindsay, awesome bus converse
tions, "Neener, neener!” , picking on Ron, and thanks for not moving; Ron, Inspecto:
Ronnie, MY seat which I now bequeath to you; Mr. C., trying to spell your last name, the
best year of my life, "A good teacher does not explain the view; he allows the student t<
stand beside him and see for him self’., all those times you played the violin just for m
(with your fingers, of course), attic stories, and a big thanks for being there and listenm
to my whining; Mr. Wilhelm, my very first demerit, a joke I couldn’t help laughing at
my essay on you, and a thank you for being such an incredible and caring teacher; Mr;
Rowland, all your awesome sayings, popcorn and gingerale at advisor-advisee meeting;
Mrs. Corcoran, all our meetings in fifth grade and a big hug; Mrs. Marra, my mid-da
naps and a big hug; Mrs. Easton, The P rince and the Pauper, a big thanks; Mrs. V
O’Brien, your wedding invitations, Jane Eyre, NYSSMA, and a thanks for being a grea
friend and teacher; Mrs. Terano, Miss Kay, interesting conversations, killing Iggy, ant
how you coped with my nonstop whining I will never know; To all the other teachers an;
friends a million apologies and my love. I, leave Buckley, after nine years of that word
can’t describe.

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