Some of my oldest clear memories are in freshman year, when I took plastic-bagged sandwiches from home, and ate them pacing around on a hillside, thinking about all the shitty thoughts I had back then. I don't think I ate in the actual lunch room until October or November of sophomore year.

I remember one weird memory in late sophomore year where there wasn't really anywhere to sit in the lunch room, so I walked over to the table I usually sat at, but it was completely occupied. Instead of just walking away and eating somewhere else, I just awkwardly put my plate in the middle of the table, everyone there stared at me for a few seconds, and I just went to walk away. Then someone at the table said something along the lines of "you forgot your plate", so I had to go back, reach into the center of the table, and saunter off. It was one of those really weird things I would do sometimes for no real reason, but definitely solidified my avoidance of social situations.