#she also officiated my wedding and helped me file for divorse

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Ok my dude. Get ready for the crossover my high school afforded me.

I transferred to a private school in the last two months of my 8th grade year and continued to attend that private school for the 2 years it’d take me to graduate high school.

I started attending this school because my best friend (who I’d only see about 2 times a year because we lived in different counties and cities) had transferred there over winter break.

In that 2 years, I went to school with a girl from a different county who was friends with 3 kids I was in the Indianapolis Children’s Choir with (huge organization). I’d never even gone to school with someone in ICC when I went to public school and here was some chick from the middle of nowhere who was friends with 3 kids I’d been sitting 3 people away from for 6 years but never spoken to. One of them even came to school with her one day and then carpooled with me to choir practice. It was very surreal.

Then my mom’s best friend’s youngest daughter started driving down to Indy from Southbend (about a 4 hour drive) to go to this school. She had been my childhood bully until she got pregnant at 15 and stopped being a dick. But here she was, in a school of 14 students with me. (Another tidbit, someone she had gone to daycare with was already a student there when I started and I ended up marrying his best friend).

Then two kids who were my mom’s work friend’s daughters and who I had LIVED WITH FOR A YEAR WHEN THEY MOVED BACK TO INDY FROM ARIZONA AND HAD BABYSAT MULTIPLE TIMES started to go there. I remember my sister giving the youngest one my teadybear to try and get her to stop crying when she was an infant and I was like 10.

So, recap. We now have 3 sections of my life that had NEVER interacted or even gotten close to each other suddenly in the same building the size of a house on a daily basis.

And then at the beginning of my junior semester, A FRIEND FROM MIDDLE SCHOOL TRANSFERS IN. I met her because she sat behind me in French class. She was quite and never spoke but we became friends because I heard her whisper to herself “bald spot” and I just turn around, slam my hands down on her desk and yell “WHERE?!” She very timidly points to a picture in our textbook. The illustrated teenaged boy in our French book had a bald spot. I burst out laughing. I had scared the shit out of her but we were instant friends and now HERE SHE IS. In my history room looking scared and uncomfortable. WHAT?!

Anyway, so in the end, this tiny little school in the middle of down town Indianapolis ended up being the site of my life’s crossover season. Every aspect of my life that had seemed so separate and tidy were thrown together in this pot of what the fuck.

Teachers coming to each other’s rooms is nothing. I have spent the evening watching a movie at my school’s guidance counselor’s house because he’s my friend’s older brother and the three of us plus my friend’s girlfriend were hanging out there. They went to a different room for 5 minutes to get something while I sat on the couch eating Chinese takeout when MY HISTORY TEACHER WALKS IN AND WANTS TO KNOW WHAT IM DOING IN HIS HOUSE. And that STILL wasn’t the crossover I thought you all needed to know about.

When you’re a kid, one teacher walking into another teacher’s classroom is the biggest crossover event reality has to offer