My parents met at Hanover in the 70's.
When I was a little kid my whole extended family would stay in the same dorm. It wasn't very nice with hard iron bed frames and no air conditioning (and in Southern Indiana..you need air conditioning). As a kid we would spend our nights living up a luxury kind of life. We would spend an hour swimming in the pool until our parents made us leave. We would go back to the dorm and put our night gowns on. Then we would go down to the basement of the dorm for a pop and Cheetos (a luxury for my sisters and I because that was the type of snack dear heart would never ever buy for us at home) and sit around listening to the adults chatting and laughing at their stories weather we understood them or not.
At Hanover I made my first friend. When I was in preschool I did not deal well with being separated from my mother. So when she left me in my class and walked away I started crying. But luckily for me I wasn't the only one anxiously awaiting my mothers return. Mary was there. She came up to me and told me very kindly that my mom would be back, and showed me what the clock would look like when it was time for her to come. From that time on Mary and I were always getting up to something together at Hanover.
Because of my first friendship with Mary, as we grew she helped me to come out of my shell and it was because of her that I became friends with all of the other girls our age.
At Hanover I got up to as many tricks as I could think of. As a teenager I remember having water fights in the dorm, bringing silly string to attack one of our friends in the hallway, having races in our underwear up and down the hallway, staying up all night talking about boys....the list goes on.
Hanover was the place where Sarah and Kerri gave me the nickname that would never die. There was a girl one year who kept calling Kerri Kerbear. Sarah, Kerri and I found this hilariously stupid. So we started calling Sarah sarahbear as our own secret way of mocking. For some reason, Megbear just didn't seem to sit right with Sarah and Kerri so they started calling me MegMeg. From that point on, it stuck. Ann got in on it, and I had two sisters that would forever call me MegMeg until little Caroline came along. When learning to talk Ann was teaching Caroline how to call me MegMeg (not Aunt Megan). Caroline however couldn't get the G sound and MeyMey was born.
Hanover was the place where I fell in love, and got my heart broken.
In 1999 Andrew finally made his move. I was waiting for ages for him to ask me out. Then finally one day we took a walk down to "the point" and he asked me. I was so happy. But it was not to be and after a couple of months it ended.
I still carried a torch for him thinking that eventually he would want me back. But instead he told me that he liked my friend Katy. I told him that she would never go for him. We went for a walk and ended up yelling at each other at "the point" after which he walked off and left me there crying. broken heart and all.
So time goes on and many years later I had come into my own and felt like I was myself at Hanover, and felt quite confident in my own skin while I was there.
The finally Mark came along. At the beginning of the week he seemed more interested in talking to my friend then he did me but I was indifferent. Finally towards the end of the week I had asked him if he had seen the back of the campus. He said no and I offered to take him around and show him (Turns out he actually had seen it already, and lied so that we would have en excuse to go off on a walk together). So we walked and talked and got to know each other. I was thinking that being from Manitoulin he would be an uptight stiff. But he proved me wrong during that conversation and we slowly made our way to the point.
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