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· Having her linguistic-self ask my close-to-tone-deaf-self how to say my name: Megan or Megan? I could barely tell the difference yet appreciated that she just didn’t say it should be Meghan. ;-)

· Her typing at lightning speeds on an echo ridden metal table late at night (yes, no computers for us quite yet) or unicycling and juggling through buzzed folks at a Pennypacker party.

· All types of athletic activities: freshman crew, running (especially at night), intramurals, biking…

· Having her plop next to me next in Sanders for Ec10, shimmying and saying “Suuggarrr”… it was the Monday after Easter and she’d given up sugar for lent.

· Hearing from the admissions office (I gave college tours) that Heidi was famous there because when asked why she wanted to go to Harvard, she responded that the Square had the best ice cream options anywhere and proceeded to do a review of best flavors at multiple spots.

· Ice cream runs to the Square even when it was blizzarding.

· Thanksgiving with her wonderful family in Connecticut… she and her siblings did not fall far from the tree. We ran a Turkey Trot, and yearly since I’ve done something physical on Thanksgiving.

· Her waking up in the morning when we were roommates, taking off a sweat shirt and a text book falling out of it.

· Watching her work her fabulous index card magic to write cool anthropology papers… who knew that Peanuts was so scholarly or the nuances of humor easing personal or cultural pain?

· Maybe once a month after dinner in the dining hall, grabbing a bowl of ice cream and sitting on same side of high table, watching folks come and go, gossiping, venting and, of course, laughing.

· Her inimitable, infectious laugh and her curious, kind, inquisitive spirit that drew people to her.

· Her love of her family.

· Her sweet tooth that parsed the care packages from my mom… See’s candy and Miss Grace lemon cakes were in, raw pistachios in shells were novel and avocados were definitely out.

· Late night regroupings and talks about everything (sometimes with Tina or Cher on)… often followed by mornings of her hitting the snooze button incessantly.

· Seeing her jokingly saunter into my room late one night with her basketball shoes loose and announce “I’m Tedosterone Libidozos” (adaption of my then boyfriend’s name). We howled.

· Knowing that she had my back and her occasional personal advice (of course solicited)… she was far from effusive and didn’t like a meltdown but if given a calm entry, her insight was golden.

· Hearing how she thought New York was perfect in two ways… restaurants were everywhere and open all night so she didn’t have to cook and all streets were numbered and lettered so she couldn’t get lost.

· Once in the Back Bay seeing this local artist’s zodiac tiles (we’re both Sags)… one with romanticized adjectives and another for the blunt harsh adjectives. We laughingly checked veracity of ours and others.

· Exchanging emails or texts periodically and on each other’s birthdays every year… funny pictures, little blurbs of travel and life. I’ll have to have psychic ones from here out.