When I was in my senior year of highschool, I had moved from the school I went to for 3 years to a new school, so I basically didn't care about any of the "senior" things like senior trip, or prom, or walking the stage, or getting a yearbook. I just wanted it to be over with because I didn't know anybody and only had half days everyday anyways.
One of the four classes I took was Digital Photography, and the teach was a new teacher, as in it was her first year teaching and so many students took advantage of it and just plain didn't give a crap about the class. I was really into photography and helped my teacher teach photoshop things I knew and certain photography things because I had taken a photography class before. She loved me. We had these drawing things because we'd answer questions in "Jeopardy" games and earn them and have little raffles at the end of the week, usually it was silly little things like candy and $1 shop stuff.
At the end of the year, as the photo teacher she was the head of the yearbook committee and was giving away two yearbooks. She had talked to me asking if I had gotten a yearbook or anything and I told her I didn't have the money or really care, but she kept saying that is was my senior year and how I needed one, so she said she hoped I won one of the yearbooks. But I didn't win, two other kids did and she was sad about it. Once the yearbooks came out the class got them early since she was the distributor and she was calling the named of the students in the class to go pick them up, then she called my name. I went up and told her I hadn't gotten a yearbook, and she said that she got it for me, cause I deserved one. I stayed after class to have her sign it and she told me that she loved having me in her class, that she loved all my help and I was her favorite student, so she bought me the book because I needed one for my senior year, I cried, she cried, it was really really cool, I mean it was a huge school and the yearbooks cost $80- so it meant a lot to me.