My senior year of High School I was forced to go to a new school, because my mom's crappy boyfriend at the time convinced her that homeschooling through the alternative high school wouldn't count as going to a real high school...(which was untrue because you got a diploma and actually got to choose a school to walk with...) so I got thrown from a school I went to for three years, into a new school in a new town with no friends and depression. Because I was over on credits I really only had to take 2 classes but to be a student I had to take two extra classes so I chose to take art and photography.
The teacher of my photography class was fresh out of school herself, and it was her very first year of teaching, to say the least she was very unprepared to be a teacher. She was super nice though, it's just the "troll" kids would really get to her, and maybe only 20% of the class took it seriously at all. I had already taken a digital photography class, as well as digital art class at my old school, so I already knew everything, so I basically became her assistant in the class, I would help the other students and what have you.
Well since I was depressed, and had no friends, I swore off doing any of the normal "senior" things that you do in school, didn't go on senior trip, or prom, and I didn't even walk the stage. So along with those things I also didn't plan on purchasing a yearbook, because it's not like I even had friends to sign it, and it was like $60 for a freaking yearbook, which I couldn't afford.
In class we would earn little tickets for Jeopardy questions, and she would have different things to win at the end of each week, mostly it was candy and little do-dads from the dollar store, but it was fun. Since she was also the yearbook teacher at the end of the year she put a free yearbook in the raffle a week before they were printed, she kept telling me she hoped I would be the one who won it because "every senior needs a yearbook" she said. But I wasn't the lucky name called.
When the yearbooks were printed, since we had her class, the people who bought yearbooks got to get them early instead of waiting until they actually were ready for pickup. So right before the end of class she called everyone's name who got a yearbook up to get theirs, and then she called my name. I looked at her confused as the bell rang and everyone started leaving the class, I went up and she handed it to me. She said she actually bought it for me because I was her favorite student, and that without me she probably wouldn't have made it through the year with all the little jerks she had in the class. I told her she shouldn't have, and we were both getting kind of soppy starting to cry, and I told her she needed to be the first signature in it, and she asked me to sign hers too. We were all sniffling and she told me I had to go because she was gunna start crying again and she had a class coming in soon. It was honestly the sweetest thing ever.