My memories of Megan
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creative kids I've ever met. Her curiosty knew no bounds. She was an
8-year-old at heart and her childlike enthusiasm and sense of wonder
was balanced with a incredibly wide knowledge base of practical
information--which she put to good use--and her penchant for using the
word "fuck" a lot. While we drifted apart since her graduation, Megan
(I may be the only person she was friends with who didn't call her Meg)
had a pretty big affect on my college life. She was one of the first
people I met at Vassar. During the drama BSC at freshman orientation,
she stood out among the BPs as one of most friendly and quirky. We
spent countless hours (literally, countless--it all became kind of a
blur after that first week of 50... or 60?) in the Shiva together
building and painting, skills I improved upon under her tuteladge.
She's one of the major reasons I was so involved with theater at
Vassar, making it interesting and fun. For me, it was never the same
after she graudated. Together we dismantled door alarms and endangered
our lives with the genie; we built a bar, a house, and put a prison
together; we had late-night movie sessions--Tank Girl being the most
memorable--with the rest of the theater crew; I watched and laughed
hysterically as she, Erin, and Maria cringed in pain while snorting
various possible cocaine-substitutes at late-night rehearsals for
Hurlyburly; we unintentionally traded catchphrases--"with the woo" and
"full of dumb"; we climbed the fire escape on Rocky; ate late night
meals at the Acrop; loitered outside of Cushing in the freezing cold
during wee hours of the morning, talking shit about student theater
while she and Gabe chainsmoked; we ran at each other full tilt and
collided for big hugs. We had too many adventures and mishaps to
recount or remember and that was all in a relatively short period.
While I remain stoic in the face of the ridiculousness (because that's
what it is--ridiculous--and unjust) that is her death, I do miss her.
To any of her family or other friends who might stumble upon this
rambling, I realize what I've written is completely insufficient in
summerizing the importance of Megan in this world--not just to us, but
to her community, and to all of the other communities to which she's
given her time and effort. I suppose it's some clue, though, that she
affected me so greatly, and I wasn't nearly her closest friend; I can't
even imagine the affect she's had on so many others. While many of our
experiences and interactions with her may have been different, if
there's one thing we probably all realize it's this--a great hug is
gone.