In high school, I met one of my most favorite people in the world, Kate. Actually, we met in eighth grade when she came to my Sunday School class with one of my classmates, whose house she had stayed at the night before. Kate remembers meeting me that day, and I have no recollection of this life-changing event. (What else is new? My memory…eh, she’s not so goooood.) We re-met in high school and became pretty good friends in Junior year. We double-dated to Junior Prom, had sleepovers, the works. In Senior year, Kate–being one of the smartest people I’ve ever met (Still!)–finished her high school requirements a semester early…
