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EVELYN W. LEE

"Class Talkative” Years at Buckley: 10
{uips: Like - w hat did we have for homework? . . . Lila, get away from me . . . I don’t Activities: Student Council ’93, Blue Team, Soc­
cer, Basketball, Softball, Track and Field, Senior
I et this . . . Wait up, Pooja . . . Musical ’95, Photography
‘tJuotes: "The reason why it’s so lonely at the top is because it’s so crowded at the

nsottom.” David Lee Roth
,ast Will: I, Evelyn Lee, leave Alex, Boston, our room, Channel 22, camp, the sandwich
ej'laxen ate, Danielle and your flyglasses, perfume and beef stew, a great friendship;
Uristin, camp, Phillipe von Steuben, hey Bub; Suneetha, the guy who walked into the
e/ail. the dance, Latin class, the window, French class and the chairs, Jolly Rancher
scapades, Danny, Disney World, John the bus driver, your club’s lifeguards; Erin, camp,
alhachous, our bus rides full of talks, John the bus driver; Jessie J., the guy in the
Yankee’s hat, the trip to Splish Splash th at never happened, studying for the English
irinal; Sophie, first grade, dining out, Taiwan; Bonnie, gymnastics classes; Chey, a scream;
nJack, the M anhasset bus, John the bus driver; Brad, pigtails and all the times Pooja and
’ annoyed you in kindergarten; Ben, a 12-pack of tissues; Vishi, your asthm a medicine,
i.i poke in the stomach, your dandruff; Lila, Ethan Hawke, Eddie Vedder, don’t kill fast
jail!!, Boston and our room, Channel 22, Spasm!, Uh, Angela, Let me down!!, my mom
■nought it for me, Mike and Ike, your bedroom door, the pond in Pooja’s backyard, the guy
kn the red shorts, chocolate cherry lipstick, food bombs, Leo MICHIGAN, "Pisachio”, the
\iasty guy, the 411 operator, Rent-A-Johns, da — it, da — en es, the time you almost ran
•nto the wall, shopping escapades, the time you went crazy with ping-pong at Pooja’s
birthday party, funky black shoes, San Francisco, an interesting two-year friendship;
s^ooja, angels on swings, kindergarten, may I have the pleasure of feeding you?, learn how
eo use a broom, Jon Secada, the pond in your backyard, the day I get to meet Peter C.,
Hoston and our room, Channel 22, the time the girl dumped her tray in the garbage at
McDonald’s, a "boy-legged” girl, our Fossil watches, Abe’s little behind, tennis conversa-
ions, our STUPID fights, the chipmunk laugh, OW!, Latin class and the window, 20
;econd phone conversations, green, the guy in the red shorts, our many trips around the
|vorld, Reeces pieces butt munch, Grand Canyon butt crack, a 10 foot poster of Jon
secada, our hyperness in Boston, predicted hit songs, supposedly hot guys, God, the
fcreppiness!, and a great nine-year friendship full of laughs; Mr. Yeatman, may I have the
pleasure of feeding you?, softball practice, the Dave Matthews Band and Seattle-like
inusic, I listened to the tapes - really I did, my sister’s disgusting eating habits, a cool
Advisory group; Amanda, the rest of your years here; and Buckley, thanks for ten

|nemorable years.

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