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Jean-Baptiste is surely far from his home in Spain--or, as he and his family's futile insistence would have it, their “occupied Basque homeland." Jean-Baptiste has straight, jet black hair and a surly demeanor when set off. Jean-Baptiste is easily recognizable as he shuns the traditional, yet comfortable Saint Giles athletic jumper for a long leather duster with the words “Gora Euskadi” emblazoned in mare’s blood on the back. And although he smokes considerably more unfiltered Turkish cigarettes than most 12 year olds, it has certainly not affected his uncanny ability to get repeatedly laid.

David Beaver, a first year former transferred mid year after being dismissed from the Rivers School in Massachusetts. David was asked to leave the Rivers School for staging a rally outside the administration offices, questioning the validity of that school to refer to itself as a learning institution rather than as a "highly perfumed glee-club" as it is widely known. David is easily recognizable on campus as the only balding student in the 9th grade. He reacts kindly to sweets and gentle touches, but is easily frightened by loud noises and horses.

Francis K is frontman to the multi-fusion musical exploration known as The Francis K. Project. With unorthodox musical style changes (from Christian rock to Ogre themed panflutes) classics like "Crib Itch" and "Kisses from Concord", the Francis K. Project has been hailed as "one of the most decadent, and deliciously lovely bands ever to come out of the north-central New Hampshire private school circuit." Francis K. himself is beyond description, although he is of normal height, wears unassuming clothes, and has piercing blue-grey eyes that can sink dangerously into a human soul. Like Yanni.

The knot on the sweater around his neck? Retro-casual but sharp. The simple leather bookstrap (“used by my father’s father,” he proudly notes)? Worn but still sturdy. And that knowing grin and wink? A true classic. Like Wingate himself. Whether he’s acing the National Latin Exam for the third year in a row or pulling the crew team’s 8+ to another 1 minute 25 second 500 meter time, Win leads a balanced life by constantly achieving the extremes! President of the Handsome Club, constantly rolling up his French-cuffed shirtsleeves for Community Service and doing his best to show Dr. Mbeki the error of his ways, Win Strutherfeathers, we salute you!

Remember Judy Blume? Well, Robert Kirby IV ’05 does, and he has taken it upon himself to see that the perils of wealthy adolescent males facing the pressure of being with many boys on a daily basis in the new millennium have an outlet – a forum – to address their feelings. Keep your peepers open for these ebooks available now in the SGS bookstore:

Hey – You have more hair there than I do! That’s OK! - $14.95

Dude, I Cannot Believe You Have To Deal with a Roommate Like That Track and Field Guy, Stuart Prince – He Is Annoying! - $14.95

I Did Not Fail To Mention That My Pillows Are Hyperallergnic and They Are MINE. - $15.25

Ali-Dad Hatch, a fifth former, has turned the world of Occidental medicine on its collective ear by publishing a new pamphlet, titled “East Meets Chest.” It details a procedure that combines acupressure, herbs, Tiger Balm, Ozium, and the wearing of tight pants to cure both emphysema and eczema. When asked about the publication, the funding, the grants, and the research, his reply was cryptic and succinct: “Why don’t you ask yourself where you were when you first heard Thelonius Monk?” Exactly, Master Hatch, exactly.

James Boelle is a transferring student from central New Hampshire. He is in a wheelchair and is, of course, an inspiration.

Keith Ketherington is a standout third former who is interested in lot of neat things (horses). When one talks to Keith, one gets the impression that his brain is simply whirring away with a multitude of ideas of how everyone in the world could become a better person (give them horses). Keith Ketherington, of the East Bridgewater, Massachusetts Ketheringtons, comes from a long line of Ketheringtons who've done the most amazing things with their natural human lives (three times as long as a normal, adult horse). Keith looks forward to making the most of his final year at Saint Giles. He is roughly 19 hands high and has outstanding teeth.

Exchange student Jesse Hurley hails from New Zealand, a Pacific nation that may still be considered a "rough and tumble" society, unfettered by modern conveniences. Once a "locker lad" for the All Blacks Rugby FootBall Club, Jesse was asked to leave both the team and the country indefinitely because of what the Wellington Press referred to as "The Unfourtunate Towell Incident." Despite his mark of shame, we're sure the young Kiwi will feel right at home here at Saint Giles, especially with the addition of 4 husky new sheep, with hot buttery flanks. The animals will be housed at the new Sternberg Touch and Smell Farmatorium, as will Jesse and all exchange students from countries where nature still holds sway over enlightened modern living.

Dave McDermott is a third former and has many uncomfortable birthmarks. He declined to be interviewed for the Spotlight.

There is one Sharpie who really puts the "entre" in entrepreneur. Jimmy Altobelli, known throughout Edgecombe Hall as Dr. Altobelli. His interest in dogs and horses has reached such a fevered pitch that one wonders if he will pursue veterinary medicine. "Yeah, sure, vets, sure. Yeah." This cryptic response is followed by a staccato yip yip yipping of a cellular telephone, a permanent fixture on Dr. Altobelli's belt. His self-started community outreach program is going very well, and from the sound of things, he is well advanced in his veterinary jargon, as it hardly makes sense to this reporter. "Twelve to one on Dog Day Afternoon in the fourth. It is a lock for the second half of the daily double. Yeah, $10, plus a box Trifecta 4-6-8 in the seventh, $12. You know I'm good for it."

"I have, in print, everything that J.K. Rowling has ever done. I even have a laminated Hogwarts School of Magic diploma, but I made it myself. Do you want to see it?" Jerome K. Abernathy is a Sharpie swept away in Harry Potter mania. "It will never die, it will only get stronger. When Goblet of Fire came out, I got the first copy that they sold in the Walmart in Pittsburgh, NH. I mean, you can't prove it, but I was there. I waited outside for a good part of the morning. Say, do you want to see that diploma I made? Or my wizard's cap?" Upon a polite decline, Abernathy just sneered. "You are such a muggle." I hope that is a compliment, you slack jawed little sci-fi freak.

"They said it couldn't be done," smiles James "Milky" Truesdale III. They, in fact, did. 'They' are the administration, and 'it' is a formal club for lawn darts. Although the SGS insurance provider refused to cover the school's liability for sharp, giant darts to be hurled hither and yon on our hallowed fields, and SportCraft stopped manufacturing these Jarts some years ago for just such liability issues, Milky refuses to be dissuaded. Milky went so far as to quip, "I think with some good old fashioned elbow grease and a little SGS pluck we will be in business in no time flat." Not so, says the administration. "You have to give it to him, he is tenacious." This comes from the Director of Activities, Chauncy Smithwick. He adds, with a grin, "Blind ambition - all of the Sharpies have it. Mr. Truesdale just has to realize it will never happen. He is a romantic, a dreamer." Dream on, Milky. Dream on.

When the revolution in Guinea-Bissau on the West African coast flared up, Ndebe Lima sought refuge in a local dungheap used for school meetings and tribal wrestling. Mistaken for a regular American black guy working in refuge resettlement, Ndebe was picked up by USAID and flown back to America after noticing that he was extremely filthy and in great need of a shower and an advanced degree. Ndebe was promptly thrown in a van by local INS authorities upon his arrival here at customs and sold in a child auction. His purchase by Professor and Fellow Robert Gribel came just in time as he was placed under a muslin cloth on the ride to New Hampshire where he attends school and works with the kitchen staff. Skittish and still somewhat tired from his journey, Ndebe helps us celebrate St. Giles's diversity as he is quick with a smile and a limited amount of English like "No more?" Help", "Hungry", "help", and "pirate." Welcome Ndebe! Welcome to you and your funny name!

Francis Pelton is a rising star at St. Giles's, where he has just finished his run in the spring theatre production of All the President's Men. As an up and comer in the drama department, Francis (or as friends know him, "Big Frank") is excited about the sixth form at St. Giles's. " When I first came to Saint Giles, I really never expected such an open, accepting environment. And then, in October I did Streetcar, and I was embraced by the whole community here. "

Life wasn't always such for Francis, "At my old school, I'd get teased about the way I walk and how I refused to dissect a frog or play football." It seems life at St. Giles's is more appealing to lads like Frank. "The best part about the drama department is how we all hang out, talk about the show, and do all our own stunts!"

Francis' former learning institution, New Rotterdam Vocational Union High School, was not so open. "One time I got the crap beat out of me by Mr. Venezia the welding instructor because I forgot the difference between arc welding and spot welding," Frank says.