STUYVESANT KEY CLUB

CARING, OUR WAY OF LIFE.

Inside this issue: Farewells From the Graduating Cab!

AIDS Walk! 1-2

Baby Buggy 3

Tour de Brooklyn 4

Teddy Bear Sales 5

One Harlem Community Service Day

6

Pre-Induction 7

Letters from the Cabinet 8-12

Crossword — A Look Back at Key Club 07-08

13

Important Key Club Information

14

Final Farewell 14

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Official Newsletter of Stuyvesant H.S. Key Club/New York Division 11

The Locksmith

Rain or Shine, We’ll Be There

“Only 13 hours until AIDS Walk!

Unfortunately, they decided that

would also be the right time to

rain, but we're gonna be walking

rain or shine, so bring an um-

brella!”

The anticipation for AIDS Walk

could be seen through this quote

from an email sent out by the Key

Club slate the day before AIDS

Walk was held at Central Park on

Sunday morning, May 18. Commu-

nity service events for Key Club

are often fundraising walks where

members do tasks such as route

marshalling or giving out refresh-

ments. This time, Stuyvesant’s Key

Clubbers were lucky and walked

with hundreds of others to gain

support and raise money for the

AIDS cause. On Sunday morning,

around thirty Stuyvesant kids

(including me!) woke up early and

made their way into Central Park

to serve our community. From the

entrance, there was an almost

never-ending walk to get to the

Stuy KC table for us

to sign in. In between

were dozens of other

tables for the other

organizations that

were taking part in

the walk—from Veri-

zon to Target to

Bronx High School of

Science. (Continued

on page 2.)

The mere fact that we were taking

part in such a huge event brought

about feelings of excitement and

support from all of us.

As we began the walk, shouts were

loud and spirited and people be-

sides us even joined in at times.

However, the shouts became soft

and rare after the focus turned to

finishing the lengthy journey. We’re

not quite sure what we would’ve

done if it weren’t for the numerous

refreshments (Grape-flavored Pro-

pel!) and snacks (Butterfinger Gra-

nola Bars!) that were served at dif-

ferent points of the walk. But it was-

n’t only the food that kept us going;

it was each of us pushing each other

to the end point. When one slowed

down, another offered encourage-

ment to keep the pace. When a few

got ahead, they held back and

waited for the rest of the group. In

the end, we all made it to the finish

line together, laughing and jumping.

AIDS Walk

We weren’t just laughing at the four

guys who were wearing what looked

like caution tape strung together

like hula skirts (dancing, I might add)

at the finish line, but also because,

believe it or not, we had walked ten

kilometers and were pumped for

another. As shout-outs for Key Club

were given from random guys with

microphones, we ignored our aching

ankles and focused on the impor-

tance of what we were doing. It did-

n’t rain till later that evening but I

still like to think we would’ve had as

much fun as we had that sunny

morning.

- Leena Mancheril

Baby Buggy!

The conditions for this Key Club

event were very much in our favor.

It was one of those D days on a

very fresh Monday. The weather,

although a little chilly and windy,

was still nice and encouraged great

spirits amongst the already cheer-

ful Key Clubbers. We, the fifteen

lucky chosen ones, marched out of

school at 4 o’clock and took the

train to 34th Street—Penn Station.

We walked a few blocks along

some very amazing looking build-

ings (tourist, much?). Afterwards,

we found ourselves at an unfamil-

iar yet interesting place.

It was the nice and cozy little work-

shop of Baby Buggy. We were led

to a small worktable. There were

irons and towels laid out in addi-

tion to a basket full of clothes. Our

mission was to patch these baby

clothes so that they could be

shipped off to families in need. The

clothes were adorable and ranged

from various name brands, compa-

nies, and families that were gener-

ous enough to donate to Baby

Buggy. The people there were very

sweet and kind and we helped

them sort clothing into various age

groups.

Baby Buggy

.

We worked for a couple of hours

while bonding and listening to Z100

on the radio. It turns out Victor Ma

has a love for music! Like every

other Key Club event, the experi-

ence was very relaxing because we

knew how this was benefiting the

community. At the conclusion of the

nice event, we got to watch a film

about Baby Buggy produced by HBO

while eating snacks they provided!

After that, we were on our way

home and what was there to find

when I got there? Minimal home-

work!

- Ruchi Jain

Tour de Brooklyn!

When I heard about Tour de Brook-lyn, I thought it was going to be an-other NYRR-ish event where we would do route marshalling along the path. Of course, I knew that bikers that were passing through (not runners) and that they weren’t racing. A nice ride in the spring sun. Anyway, I go to NYRR events just because I like Central Park and you get a free T-Shirt. This event could-n’t be any different. Route mar-shalling, trees and bushes, and a free T-Shirt. (Hey, if it’s free, it’s for me!)

When we got there however, we had to wait a while until we saw the Beta Club of Brooklyn Tech and we were sure that we should wait along with them until someone called us over. When we were fi-nally called over, the lady wanted us to carry stuff from the truck to the center of the park. I thought, “Oh man. I hate events this disor-ganized. Stuff from a trunk, no warning of them or identification whatsoever.” though soon I saw that they were wearing a “Tour de Brooklyn” shirt.

Checklist: Route marshalling: not yet. Trees and bushes: many. Free T-shirt: Oh yeah! Yup, we got our shirts. I was happy. But I had ex-pected a long period of route mar-shalling to come. Instead, the stuff we brought from the truck was…

Tour de Brooklyn

bagels! All kinds of them. Peanut butter and jam! Nature Valley bars! WOW! We were actually making food for when the bikers came to rest. This was gonna be fun.

So while Sharif and Jennifer (the project captain) were doing the fun stuff of putting fillings in the ba-gels, I had to mark bags according to what was inside each bagel. Then, we switched and I got the fun part of putting the jam and PB on the bagels. Each bag contained a bagel and a fruit bar.

It was pretty funny when we ran out of fruit bars. We ran with the manager of Tour de Brooklyn, the leader of Beta Club, and 4 KC’ers to the nearest grocery store and dou-bled their profits for a month. Yes, we bought all the Nature Valley bars on the shelf. It came out to be about $200+. Yeah, that was kinda funny. So many unexpected things happened that day and I didn’t ex-pect more to come, right?

Of course, Jensen is never right. I expected no more surprises that day. Yeah… no more surprises. Any-way, we actually got TOO MANY fruit bars. So we did what we did at Parkinson’s Unity Walk. You guessed it. “FREE FRUIT BARS!” It was a great event. It’s a shame that only less than 10 people came to share the fun. But I hear the “Tour de Queens” is coming up soon!

- Jensen Cheong

Fundraising

As people walk by the table, they

stop by to read the signs and in-

quire about the bears. The bears

smile at them, silently begging

them to buy them, but to no avail.

The people leave. They nearly sag

with disappointment. More people

come. They smile with renewed

vigor. Some of the bears are picked

up by the people to be inspected.

They strain their ears to hear the

English coming out of one person’s

mouth (“These are overpriced.”)

and get dropped painfully back

onto the table. Their eyes water

with the pain. The warning bell

rings. Perhaps another day, they

think bitterly, their eyes filling with

tears.

What are adorable little $7 teddy

bears (and storks) doing on a table

in front of the Key Club table in the

first place, one might ask oneself.

To raise money for the March of

Dimes, to save premature babies,

one might answer oneself. The

March of Dimes: Teddy Bear Sales

money raised goes towards re-

search in preventing polio and

other diseases, saving premature

babies in the process. Not only

were the bears sold, but little shoes

and footprints were sold for a dol-

lar. On these, a donator could write

a message (or his or her name) on

it to spread the word and perhaps

encourage others to buy or donate.

All of them were sold by the end of

the sale!

In addition, most, if not all of you

must have heard about the devas-

tating Sichuan earthquake. To help,

people dropped money in the

bright blue and green box in front

of the Key Club bulletin board.

Someone even dropped in a crisp,

colorful $50 bill! The pictures on

the board that were put up were

very emotional and we managed to

raise over $800!

Great job to all the volunteers and

contributors!

- Katherine Chen CHN: Aren’t they cute? =D

One Community

On the morning of May 10, I woke up early to head to the One Harlem Community Service Day. It wasn’t the Central Park Harlem we usually went to for route marshalling events or the Harlem I saw while riding my bike on Saturday morn-ings. This was real Harlem. At the station entrance, a hung-over man was struggling to jump the turnstile while the station manager was asleep on the job. Up the steps, a ten-year-old girl tried to sell me a bouquet of flowers while old men sat on the curbs and laughed at tasteless jokes. Yes, this was Har-lem. After walking through the neighborhood, slightly nervous, I reached the school where just one Key Clubber, the project captain, was waiting.

When I entered the schoolyard, I was greeted by a group of volun-teers from the organization we had partnered with—City Year. They were cheering in unison, doing flips, and looked more like cheer-leaders in red jackets than volun-teers. City Year works mainly in Harlem to bring together the youth of the community in a year of ser-vice. The passion and enthusiasm they displayed that morning made me feel safer and excited to work in Harlem. My usual cold self let out a slight smile as I walked by and signed in.

One Harlem Community Service Day

We didn’t start painting right away. Instead, we joined City Year in their unusual pre-event session they called PT or “physical training”. They thought it would help us get pumped for the rest of the day’s work. I thought it was lame. But now that I look back at the jumping jacks and the awkward punching motions they made us all do, I can’t help laughing. This wasn’t what I expected from a place like Harlem. Everyone was excited, even the principal of the school that was hosting the event. We went around in a circle and introduced our-selves. “I’m from the Bronx,” one person said. “I go to Hunter,” an-other said. “I came all the way from Brooklyn,” someone else said. As we went around and saw how far people traveled just to help out, I was disappointed that we only had three members there.

We then walked over to the com-munity center where we were go-ing to paint a mural. As we walked through Harlem, there was a sort of community feel to it. There were friends gathered on grocery store fronts talking and laughing. There were kids going to and from Satur-day school. The people on the side-walks were smiling. One of our members had brought his PSP along. When I asked, quite loudly, whether a PSP or DS was better, a boy who happened to be walking past answered “PSP”. I smiled. Har-lem was pretty cool.

We went into the community cen-ter and went downstairs to the gym where the paint cans were scattered along the floor. The fig-ures were already drawn; we just had to give the mural color and life. After three hours of stroking brown, black, and yellow paint on the walls, we took a step back and looked around. The blank orange walls we encountered when we entered were alive with basketball players, baseball players, tennis rackets, and ribbons weaving in between. It had to be the most re-warding and fun event this whole year, and it was a shame only three Key Clubbers went to experience it.

No matter where our events take place, whether it’s Harlem or Chi-natown, Manhattan or Brooklyn, near our school or near your home, we’re all the same. We’re all peo-ple who need help and are dedi-cated to helping others. We’re all members of one community. Maybe it was too far for some Key Clubbers or maybe it was the reluc-tance to go to a place like Harlem, but it doesn’t matter where our events are (unless they’re some-where totally inaccessible like Long Island). The chance to volunteer somewhere is a chance to explore a new part of this great city. You might find something new and un-expected. - Gavin Huang

The day started off breezy and light weathered. The anticipation was getting to me; I couldn’t wait to get to the buf-fet. Of course, due to my uncontrollable lack of direction, I eventually got lost around the streets of Manhattan. While wandering along 84th St, I coincidentally bumped into fellow Key Clubbers, Helen Song and Karina Moy! Fortunately, they knew the way, so I was saved. Upon arriving, none of the cab members besides Kenny were present. The wait-ing room was quite stuffy, since quite a number of people already came. While others were chatting in their comfy seats, I was standing by the piano with a couple of Key Clubbers who were pass-ing time by playing cards. We enter-tained ourselves for quite a bit, playing games such as Chinese Poker and B.S. After a whole series of events, we were finally let in to eat. The one rule was not to waste any food, which proved to be difficult later on. The other cab mem-bers arrived later after much exhaustion from the train ride, and we were all feasting on wonderfully delicious sushi (and rice, of course). Whatever happened in the other table, that’s great for them. But our table, I think, had the most fun, especially since the president and editor were an our table. Although, in the beginning, the president looked a bit upset about many things. But he soon lightened up! He was even kind enough to bring desert for us. No one seemed to be full until after an hour or so, besides Sharif. After eating half his plate, he said, “Uhh. I think I’m full.” But then a few minutes later, he said he wasn’t. Whatever the case may be, people continued going back and forth from the table to get more food.

Pre-Induction Party

At some point, there was an excess of food that not many people wanted. To determine the person who would eat the delicacies, we held a game of Chi-nese Poker, much similar to the one in the morning. The only difference was the loser would be forced to eat a piece of food. We soon got bored of that and started running low on food. Mikki went back to get more sushi and the game continued. Jensen suddenly blurted, “Let’s play ‘Spin the Bottle!’” A fine idea it was. I had the luck of watching guys eat grotesque combinations of food. Besides Gavin, who usually chose truth, the dares ranged from soy sauced wa-termelon to spicy tuna makisushi.

Afterwards we traveled to the karaoke place by foot. The first song of the night was “Girlfriend,” by Avril Lavigne, sung by none other than Miktat! The disco ball in our room brought about a nostal-gic, lazy atmosphere, accompanied by Mikki’s falsettos. The window at our right was a bit distracting in the begin-ning, especially with the awareness of a construction person at work right next to us. While there everyone else was at the right side by the window, Gavin was busy doing “work” on his laptop and later doing his drafting homework. He eventually found his calling in drumming to the song beats and singing. It was disappointing that “Row, row, row your boat” was only 20 seconds.

“Jingles Bells” was actually longer than many people assumed. With a mix of English, Japanese, and Chinese songs, the night proved to be the most enjoy-able ever. Some older songs chosen by Gavin, like the Rolling Stones and the Beatles, were entertaining to a wider audience. Sharif’s song choices were indeed interesting, especially the one with so many repetitions of a certain word that caught many by surprise. Jen-sen, Gavin, Sharif and I were the last ones to leave, after staying an extra hour. The last words sang were “Oops, I farted again.” Jensen concluded, “Well, at least we know the four of us can sing.” It was one of the most memorable days in my life. I’m looking forward to next year with hopefully a bigger stom-ach. - Olivia Cheng

FOR MORE VIDEOS ON PRE-INDUCTION, CHECK OUT STUYKC.ORG OR FRIEND OLIVIA CHENG ON FACEBOOK!

CHN: Pre-induction is really fun! Even if the SATs are only days away, it’s a good way to relax yourself!

I would like to start off by saying that I am extremely proud of the club for its accomplishments and achievements this past Key Club year. I am even more proud of my fellow cab members and the new cab members (you guys are going to be great; I believe in you guys).

I remember Key Club being a big part of my life during my freshman year and as a senior, I still feel the same way. I hope that what I have done this past year has left every-body with a good impression of what Key Club is. I hope that after enduring a year with me, every-body in the club will continue to be as active in and as enthusiastic about the club as I was. There is really no limit to the time and dedi-cation you can devote to serving your home, school, and commu-nity. This is something that I want everybody to remember. This club is not just about getting credit for college or making yourself look good in a resume; it is more about the friends you make and the good times that you have in the club.

However, I do apologize if anyone has felt neglected or deprived of this experience during their time in this club. As president, I was never there to be someone better or

greater than anyone else in the club. I was simply there to help you guys along and share the amazing experience that is Key Club with anybody who stepped into our cozy Cafeteria. Please take this message as a reminder that the cab mem-bers you see up there leading the meetings every Friday are not there because they want to look cool or want people to look up to and praise them. They are there because they have experienced Key Club like I have and like the many blessed past members who will al-ways remember the Beaver Call or BOOMBA—HEY!

Now, I’m not saying that if you weren’t a cab member, then you are not as passionate or as devoted to the club as we are, but simply that you chose to continue express-ing your passion and devotion as a member. It is really you, the mem-bers, who make this club amazing and fun. It is the continued efforts and charisma that everybody brings to the club that allows peo-ple to come into the club and feel right at home. So please continue being the wonderful and amazing members that you guys are and, yes the cab members are fun and cool people too (not just robots who run the club). As I wrap this

long and somewhat “boring” rant, I want to thank everybody in the club again for their support and time dedicated to the club and your cab members. Also, thank you for reading this ;). I will always re-member the many members that I have gotten to know throughout the years and I will COME BACK to visit, so you guys can test me on your names if you think I have for-gotten! So, farewell for now, dear club, but don’t miss me too much because your new cab is amazing and will definitely do a great job. Richard Huang

Farewells From the Cab [`07-`08] .

As I head off to college in the fall, I

will leave Stuy with fond memories

and a large portion of them will be

accredited to the four years I spent

in Key Club. I can still remember

very clearly how it all began. At a

club-pub fair for prospective fresh-

men, an over-enthused Key Club-

ber was literally chasing Ashley and

me down the hall to get us to put

our contact information on the

mailing list and I got a little scared

and decided that Key Club was not

for me. When Richard told me that

he was going to join freshman year,

I laughed in face and told him that

Key Club was for losers. I joined

anyway, but I did not intend to like

it; I just planned to get my credit

and I was out.

As I went to more and more

events, I grew to really like Key

Club not just because it was actu-

ally fun, but also because each and

every event was a rewarding ex-

perience. One of my first events

was Meals-on-Heels. I spent a

beautiful Saturday morning carry-

ing and delivering hot food to sev-

eral dozen senior citizens. Having

to carry heavy bags of food up and

down the Manhattan blocks, into

buildings, onto elevators, and

through hallways to the hands of a

hungry old man or woman was no

easy task, but it was always worth

the work to see someone smile and

then thank us for being so thought-

ful and kind. At the end of the day,

they were happy, and I was happy

that I made them happy.

The core values of Key Club are car-

ing, character building, inclusive-

ness, and leadership. After attend-

ing many events, meetings, and

divisionals, I felt I was only lacking

in the latter core value and made it

my goal to achieve that by becom-

ing public relations committee

head and your immediate past vice

-president. Being a leader is not

easy, but it pays off when I see you

guys working your butts off

whether it’s cheering walkers on,

painting fences, wrapping gifts, col-

lecting donations, or just attending

meetings and having fun at the

same time.

So with an excessive amount of

community service hours, I am

ready to graduate and move

on. But in the back of my mind, I

will never forget Key Club. It’s

been so much fun and an incredibly

rewarding experience. I hope you

guys feel the same way that I do

even if you have the same initial

reaction that I did to Key Club. Be-

cause you will find out that I was

completely wrong.

LOVE,

Sue Yee Chen

Committee Head Note *CHN+: Don’t forget to get your hug from Sue Yee during Induction!

STUYVESANT KEY CLUB

CARING, OUR WAY OF LIFE.

Farewells From the Cab [`07-`08] .

My first encounter with Key Club

left me completely freaked out. I

was an incoming freshman to Stuy

at the Club/Pub fair and some crazy

guy, who I later found out was

Howa (the treasurer of the club at

the time), was chasing me down

the hallway, waving fliers and cop-

ies of The Locksmith in my

face. “We’re the biggest commu-

nity service club in Stuy,” he

said. Riiight. I thought he was pull-

ing some sales act to get me to join

a decrepit club with a bunch of psy-

cho, weird members like him-

self. Well, I was wrong. Key Club

was vastly different from the suspi-

cious, odd club I had envi-

sioned. Instead, it was jam packed

with a bunch of awesome people, a

ton of fun events, and a plethora of

meaningful and memorable experi-

ences.

Through Key Club, I met a lot of

different people, some of them

who were really, um, “unique”, but

a lot of them were amazing. I was

overwhelmed by the dedication to

and the enthusiasm for the club

and was even inspired to become

more involved. Because of Key

Club, I did a lot of things I never

expected myself to do, including

the Beaver Dance in front of many,

many people and going “Uh” with a

pelvic thrust many, many

times. Within these four years in

Key Club, I have run screaming

from bees and spiders, have nearly

been run over by a crazy walker,

have made rock-hard, extremely

burnt cookies, and have always,

always had a good time, full of a

whole lot of laughter.

Key Club was also enlighten-

ing. Meeting cancer survivors,

watching people from all walks of

life unite under a cause, reading

letters in illegible handwriting from

children in Zimbabwe thanking us

for our donations and letters—

being a part of it all—was awe-

inspiring. It turned community ser-

vice into something real, some-

thing that really was important to

the community and to those who

need help. Although this may

sound corny and this may sound

obvious, we really are making a dif-

ference. It doesn’t matter how

slight those differences are be-

cause they count. They add up and

become huge differences, impor-

tant differences.

I leave Key Club with a horde of

unforgettable and irreplaceable

memories and a group of extraordi-

nary and irreplaceable friends.

I have so much to thank Key Club

for and hope all of you will con-

tinue to make Key Club the unique,

wacky, and fun club I joined four

years ago.

Ashley Cheng

STUYVESANT KEY CLUB

CARING, OUR WAY OF LIFE.

Farewells From the Cab [`07-`08] .

When I first joined Key Club, I was

hoping to regroup with my Bronx

Science friends and because I was

truly passionate about community

service work. However, being all

caught up in this incoming sopho-

more business, I never really at-

tended many Key Club meetings,

especially since I didn't know many

people from Stuy's Key Club.

Hence, my points dwindled and yet

my ambitious self still decided to

run for treasurer that same year

after I joined. While I was naive in

running against a much more quali-

fied junior, I do not regret having

ran and made a fool out of myself

in front of an audience of Key Club-

bers with my empty binder and

"love for math", as some may recall

me claiming during my speech. This

loss was a wake-up call for me. It

reminded me that I need to work

for what I want.

Thus, during junior year, I attended

a lot more events than I did during

sophomore year. While my points

still barely covered 3000, I, none-

theless, put a lot more effort into

Key Club and participated in as

many activities as possible as a jun-

ior. Soon enough, I gained the

friendship of some of the coolest

and closest people I know in Stuy-

vesant. Then, after having paid my

service and earned the respect and

friendship of a small lot of Key

Clubbers, I decided to run for treas-

urer again; this time around with

much more wisdom and experi-

ence than last year.

I guess one grows with the passing

of time, and I was luckily able to

finally achieve the position as Key

Club Treasurer. This time around,

while I still barely reached my 3000

points, I was able to complete all of

my Treasurer duties and serve

Stuyvesant Key Club as Treasurer

as best as I could. I also developed

a bond with the Cabinet that I had

never expected. Running for treas-

urer was one of the best decisions I

have ever made because of the

people I have met and gotten to

know.

I sincerely hope I have made Key

Club and all of the Key Club Treas-

urers in the history of Stuyvesant

proud. I hope I have made the

Cabinet proud. And, lastly and

most importantly, I hope I have

made you, fellow Key Clubber,

proud. I did my best and I hope you

will appreciate my work as it comes

to an end. I guess the moral of the

story, or at least the tad bit of ad-

vice I can pass down from my ex-

perience in Key Club, is not to go

run for the position as treasurer

despite your low participation rate.

The bottom line is to be active in

Key Club and you too may discover

some of the most awesome people

you will ever meet right here. Don't

be afraid, just do it, and I promise

you, you won't regret it. I surely

didn't.

Olivia Hu

STUYVESANT KEY CLUB

CARING, OUR WAY OF LIFE.

Farewells From the Cab [`07-`08] .

To my fellow key clubbers,

It’s been a fun and memorable

year, but now it is time to part

ways and say goodbye. It has defi-

nitely been hard and the workload

almost unbearable at times, but in

the end it’s all worth it to see you

guys, the Key Clubbers, having fun

at events.

You guys are awesome and you are

what makes this club awesome. It

has truly been a privilege and an

honor to have been an officer of all

you dedicated members. Please

continue your commitment to

helping others and having fun.

Make us proud and stay dedicated!

I would like to give a special thanks

to my former cab members who

have helped me so much and have

given me so much support.

To the new cab:

You guys will do an awesome job. I

know it.

Farewell,

Anthony Choi

CHN: Gotta love this camera hog. =D

STUYVESANT KEY CLUB

CARING, OUR WAY OF LIFE.

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1 Selling cute little plushies by the door,

5 Watch him break it dow n at events.

7 She messes up the emails but she's still

cool

11 Free chips! Ice Cream! Cookies! in a

w alk around Central Park.

12 Handing out f lyers, selling f low ers, books

in a tent.

13 Think bow ling.

14 KC theme for 08-09

15 Wearing purple and cheering on the

streets.

17 Livonia and Schenck

18 Brow nies and cookies are a classic here!

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2 Three Day event at Nevele Grande

3 The tallest guy in Key Club.

4 Setting up chairs, handing out f lyers,

putting up posters, and w atching a great

movie!

6 Waking up early to do some route

marshaling!

8 Cookies, cupcakes, pastries can only

appear during...

9 rolling a heavy ball dow n a lane

10 She's good w ith grammar

16 big green shirts

A Look Back at Key Club 07—08

Courtesy of Jensen Cheong

Important Key Club Information Key Club Board (2007-8)

Jane Yang & Shadia Kim

(Advocacy) Cissy Lin & Connie Liu

(Art) Anne Tsay & Irene Kho

(Fundraising) Joanna Chen & Pei Xiong Liu

(Locksmith) Rachel Dekhterman & Judith Chow

(New Projects) Jing W. Xiao & Snigdha Das

(Public Relations) Gavin Huang and Victor Ma

(Web)

The New Key Club Board (2008-9)

Antara Afrin & Rebecca Chowdhury (Advocacy)

Snigdha Das and Brenda Nguyen (Art)

Amy Lin & Shayra Kamal (Fundraising)

Bette Ha & Bryan Nguyen (Locksmith)

Amanda Cheng & Helen Luo (New Projects)

Christine Ha & Peiyu Lin (Public Relations)

Jensen Cheong & Chris Yeung (Web)

Helen Song and Donna Koo (USACF)

The Cabinet

Gavin Huang President Victoria Tsang Vice President Kenny Yu Secretary Adeline Yeo Treasurer Victor Ma Editor

We’ll miss you guys!

Key Club Pledge

I pledge, on my honor, to uphold the Objects of Key Club

International; to build my home, school, and

community; to serve my nation and God;

and to combat all forces which tend to undermine these institutions.