May 22, 2026
Like a final will and testament, a will-maker (the senior) gifts or passes something down to a beneficiary or beneficiaries. Over the next few weeks, The Bulldog Barker will release the “Senior Wills” of the seniors who have granted permission for their wills to be published. Be sure to stay tuned and follow our page!
Today, we are featuring Christian Barnett, Avery Coyer, Brylan Sommer and Khloe McCarty.
Christian Barnett
“I, Christian, being of sound mind and suffering from senioritis and struggling to wake up in the mornings, officially declare this to be my Senior Will.
“To the ACHS football team, I bequeath the will to be the best team that you can, putting your entire body and soul into this sport and continuing the success that we have had this past season.
“To the upcoming seniors, I bequeath the college government class that will most likely look very different after Mr. Sibley leaves. I hope that you guys will receive as much knowledge as we have.
“To the weight room, I bequeath the hard work and hours of smashing weights and yelling when missing a lift. May you always continue to push student athletes to be the best they can be.
“To the incoming freshman, I bequeath the nervousness and anxiety of wondering, ‘Is this the right classroom?’ and that you will realize that Mrs. Krehbiel isn’t that bad.
“To Mrs. Weldin, I bequeath the stubbornness and unwillingness to do Xello and Character Strong, and that your new advisory class will be filled with as much fun as this one.
“I leave these things behind as I move forward in my education and my life – sleeping during class is no longer a viable option.
“Signed with hope for the future, exhaustion, and the love of sleep,
“A Senior Who Probably Peaked in High School.”
Avery Coyer
“I, Avery Coyer, being of not sound mind and very sleep-deprived from four years of ‘I’ll just finish this later,’ do hereby declare this my official Senior Will and bequeath the following treasures, traits, and legendary moments to the people who survived high school with me.
“To my best friends, I bequeath our inside jokes that absolutely no one else understands, and if they did… You know, the random looks across the classroom that sends us into uncontrollable laughter, the phrases that shouldn’t be funny or shouldn’t be said right in front of a teacher but are, and the dark jokes we used to lighten the worst days. When things felt heavy, we laughed anyway. Keep that. Life gets serious really fast, but don’t forget how to joke in the dark and still find the light.
“To anyone who’s ever been doubted or underestimated, I bequeath my stubborn work ethic. The part of me that keeps pushing my mental and physical limits just to prove my place in this life. Prove the haters wrong. The late nights. The extra reps. The ‘one more’ when my body says no. I’ve put myself through the wringer more times than I can count, but I never folded. It doesn’t even have to do with sports, just trying to exist in this life. It’s your book, but you have so many chapters that random characters walk through, and some of them might get lucky enough to have a name. Take that fire with you and let it fuel you, not burn you out, even when you feel it has already done so multiple times.
“To my brothers and sisters in uniform, I bequeath the lessons and awards from my military career and the soldier ethos that shaped me: loyalty, duty, respect, selfless service, honor, integrity, and personal courage. I leave you the mindset of putting the mission first and never leaving anyone behind. Stay disciplined. Stay sharp. Stay ready.
“To my closest friends, I bequeath my heart-on-my-sleeve personality. I’ve never been good at hiding how I feel, even though I try to control my facial expressions a lot. Honestly, I hope I never am. At least to the public, no one knows how I really feel, and my circle stays small and true. Even in the hardest times, I try to hide, but I know it’s okay to let my guard down once in a while. Care loudly. Love your people openly. Tell your friends you’re proud of them. Life’s too short to act like you don’t.
“To the classmates who sat next to me during long lectures, I bequeath my ability to listen. Not just hear, but actually listen. Everyone is fighting something you can’t see. Be the person people can trust. Be the one they can vent to at 1 a.m. when life hits hard. Sometimes strength isn’t being the loudest in the room; it’s being the most dependable.
“To future seniors stressed about grades, college, or life after graduation. I bequeath this advice: pressure is a privilege. If it’s hard, it means it matters. Don’t run from it. Grow from it. Go the extra mile even when you have nothing left to give. Especially then. Also, be careful, though it’s good to take rest days. It is true that pressure makes diamonds, but too much can crush them to dust.
“And finally, to this school, I bequeath my footsteps in the hallways, my laughs, in the locker room, my silent prayers to make it just one more day, my competitive soul, and every moment that shaped me into who I am today, yes, even freshman year me. We all need a good plot twist in our Senior year so no one can recognize us. I leave behind the athlete, the soldier, the friend, the listener, the kid who never quit, even when quitting would’ve been easier.
“May you cherish these gifts as I have cherished these four years, stress, sweat, exhaustion, overly consuming energy drinks, and all.
“Signed with grit, heart, and just enough sarcasm to survive,
“Avery Coyer, a Senior who never backed down.”
Brylan Sommer
“I, Brylan Sommer, being of mostly sound mind and slightly sleep-deprived body, do hereby bequeath the following:
“To the next guard brave enough to step up, I bequeath my spot on varsity basketball, along with the early mornings, the pressure of Friday nights in the gym, and the responsibility of representing this school with pride. Wear that jersey with confidence and never take a single minute on that court for granted.
“To the junior class, I bequeath my ability to survive Spirit Week with minimal embarrassment and maximum school pride. May you wear crazy outfits and never question why we all agreed to this.
“To Coach Ray, I bequeath my hustle during practice and my occasional ‘water breaks.’ Thank you for pushing me harder than I ever would have pushed myself.
“To Mrs. Elliott in English, I bequeath my collection of assignments written at 11:59 p.m, fueled by panic and the careful use of ChatGPT. Thank you for teaching me that procrastination is not a personality trait.
“To the next player ready to take over, I bequeath my baseball shortstop position along with the dirt-stained pants, quick double plays, and the pressure of being the leader of the infield. Protect second base like it’s yours.
“To the underclassmen who think they’ve mastered the art of ‘sick days,’ I bequeath my carefully calculated days of skipping school along with the stress of checking attendance the next morning and the realization that makeup work is never worth it.
“Finally, to this school as a whole, I bequeath my gratitude. Through the awkward phases, tough losses, big wins, and small everyday moments, this place helped shape who I am.
“May you cherish these gifts as I have cherished my years here.”
Khloe McCarty
“I, Khloe, a senior who has obtained much knowledge, bequeath the following:
“To the Junior Class, I bequeath my ability to write a whole book report in thirty minutes without knowing what the book is even about and still getting an A.
“To my upcoming Seniors, I bequeath you with not getting senioritis and just ruling it out as a stereotype.
“To all my fellow classmates, I bequeath you my talent of waking up forty minutes past my alarm and still getting to school on time.
“To the remaining high school classes, I bequeath that you take your time and enjoy your senior year. It goes by much faster than you would think, and I promise you that making the most of it is what will bring you the best outcome.
“To some of my favorite teachers (you know who you are), I bequeath the motivation to keep going in your profession; many students love and appreciate you.”
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