4 years with the same class would probably kill most people but I couldn’t have asked for a better family. 4 years of friendly teasing, sarcastic quips, extreme attitude, and a weird need to sell phones on the black market. We made it through a pandemic, Ms Mah’s cultish obsession with the fibonacci sequence, and the overall pain that is high school. Although we’re all a little depressed, extremely exhausted, and ultra self deprecating, I love each and every strings kid I’ve gotten the chance to spend the last 4 years with and there’s no way I would have made it through if it weren’t for Ms Mah’s unconditional love and support. Every random office cry or pep talk I needed she was right there.