Behold, A Master Walks Among Us

For Rachel

Rachel, you absolute legend — you didn't just earn a Master's degree, you conquered it while working full time, raising two kids, and running on the kind of late-night caffeine that would flatten mere mortals. Every impossible night, every 'I'll study after they're finally asleep,' every moment you could've quit but flat-out refused — that's the stuff of legends. The rest of us were over here impressed you remembered to eat, and you went and rewrote what's humanly possible. I always knew you had it in you, even when you swore you were running on fumes and spite. Take a bow, Master Rachel — you earned every syllable of that fancy new title, and I'm unreasonably proud to know you.

— Chris