My 11th grade math teacher gave me my current life. He saw straight through me, tolerated no bullshit, expected the best and supported me stoically and constantly through the worst. Teacher is such a limited word for what these people do. They raise us. To be ourselves, to be more than we knew we could be. They are some of our biggest influences and greatest carers during the ages we are statistically most likely to present with severe mental health problems: they are our watchers, our supporters, and in some cases, our saving graces. And for the rest of my life, I will never look at the world without looking out for the golden ratio. Beauty is everywhere.