High school is by far one of the most impacting experiences in one's life. Once middle school is over, you start to learn about who you are, where you fit in, and who your real friends are. Certainly, anyone who has walked the halls of a high school knows that the experience is nothing like Mean Girls or Sixteen Candles said it would be. And while the "popular" and "nerdy" crowds aren't always that prominent in high school, students do tend to flock to those they find similar. In high school, I was no jock, or geek, or Prom King. I was a Yerd. That is short for "Yearbook Nerd", and there is no one I can thank more from my four years of high school than my fellow yearbook committee members. Through blood, sweat, and tears, we reached new angles of the football field, conducted interviews that were impossible to schedule, and took club pictures that required an entire bottle of Advil. Nothing was more challenging than tagging every picture and having to find students you didn't even know existed. And through every deadline, extended deadline, and advisors-getting-on-your-ass-deadline, we somehow made it in the end. No one will understand the battle of the font, cover, or, dare I say, theme except those who fought in it. And still every year, with each new book we hold each other back from the students who claim, "It was better last year", or "It's too expensive", or the infamous "My name is spelled wrong". As if we didn't fight to have cost reductions, or debate over color schemes, or sit for hours looking at a piece of paper to make sure every single name was correct. They simply never understood. But even with the hustle and bustle of capturing every angle, interviewing every captain, and finishing every caption with a splash of creativity for those who don't appreciate it, we wouldn't change it for the world. While we theoretically create the book "for the students", we all know we do it for us. Because there is no greater feeling than opening Jostens Yearbook Avenue and seeing the "Congratulations" pop-up with fireworks to let you know your hard work is done. Only a true yearbook nerd can understand how seeing the finished product and getting to hold it in your hand is the closest equivalent to holding your child. We created it, we fought over it, and a piece of every single one of us is in it. There is no greater feeling than sharing all of this with my yearbook family. So thank you yearbook, and thank you to everyone that I got to share it with, it's something I will treasure forever more.