I'm by no means antisocial. I'm actually quite friendly and sociable when I need to be. I just never felt the need to go out of my way to make friends. I loved being alone during the periods between classes. I enjoyed eating by myself and listening to music. I didn't really feel like I needed any friends because I was quite content with keeping to myself and, truthfully, it was a lot less stressful. People will probably tell me, oh, you're gonna regret not going all out while you're at college (like how people told me that I will regret not going to prom, but, hey, not regretting it yet).
But there was this one time when my communications class was cancelled last spring. I had a few people in that class who I talked to from time to time. We had to walk over to the professor's office to hand in some forms and we all walked together. Naturally, I thought we would all part when we were done with turning in the forms, but for some reason we all stood underneath the shade of a big tree and talked until we had to go to our next classes.
I don't know why, but I still remember it very clearly. I think it might have been the first time that I had such a long conversation with any group of people. I don't remember what we talked about because they were trivial things, but I remember the way that the sun would peek through the leaves of the tree and reflect on Emily's eyes, and how my legs were getting tired from standing for nearly an hour, or how I got nervous thinking about how we would part as the time for our next classes approached.
I didn't really talk to them much after that time, and I don't keep in touch with them now. But I hope they're doing well.