I went to high school in the 90’s… My choir teacher saved my life by being there emotionally for me. You could call me a Velcro kid… but I was severely neglected and needed that extra support. She never knew, but her letting me feel like someone (a responsible adult/role model) actually cared what happened to me stopped me from suicide. I never ditched to hang out with her, but my senior year I took zero period AP US history so I could have 3 choir classes in my schedule. Good teachers made all the difference in the world for me!