One Sunday morning, I break the normal tradition of going to church on Sunday night and go in the morning. I had a housewarming party with the teaching assistants in my Software engineering class. I thought nothing of it initially but there was this girl in an olive drab floral dress sitting a few seats to my left. She had her eyes on me the entire hour since I was wearing the official Catholic Student Association T-shirt. At the end of the service, She pulls me aside and asks me if I am a part of the catholic student club on campus, which I told her I was. I show her around the Catholic student center until her mom arrived to pick her up. I even signed her up for one of the biggest events that happens during the semester.
The entire time, I knew something was up about this girl. Her demeanor and everything hinted that something was up. When her mom arrived to pick her up, she was wearing a T-shirt with the puzzle pieces ribbon on it. I knew that day that she was on the spectrum. Over the next couple of weeks, her mentors from her special education program started to find out I was a part of her life. A handful of them started pulling me aside during lunch just to see who I was and what I was made of. Nothing too bad as I ended up becoming a part of a circle of student workers from the program who did study groups throughout the semester.
One day I get a notification on my snapchat from what I believed to be a student at the university I am currently enrolled at (which it turns out she was). I thought I had recognized her from when I was at financial aid as I had met a girl who looked just like her who said she was part of the first coed 11B school classes in the history of the army. I messaged her just to find out if that was her, which she wasn't. Lo and behold, she was one of the student workers who was in charge of handling Michaela's special ed services. Except all she wanted to do was complain about how fucked up she was (which was the idea that she's gonna be nothing in life because she has Asperger's) and how worried she was that someone was going to take advantage of her. Which, go fuckin' figure, one of those was ME!!
The day before Halloween, Michaela texted me telling me to meet her outside the communications sciences building after her class was over. Lo and behold, that same student worker who was writing me nasty shit on snapchat was one of the workers in charge of her during that time period. She bitched on both of us and got us banned from seeing eachother during the school day