Norwegian Wood

I just--literally a minute ago--remembered a girl from a class I took the summer before entering college. Her name was Emily, I think--she was a little heavier than average, viet, loud, used vernacular language and always informed me about how much she drank the previous weekend. I also became friends with her friend, who I remember wearing a beanie and had long bangs. So we sat together every class, the three of us: an alcoholic, a lesbian and a nerd.
Emily was such character. She wasn't the brightest, wasn't the prettiest, but her presence was unmistakable. When the professor talked about how many calories per gram were in alcohol, she balked and laughed, HOLY SHIT THAT'S WHERE I GET ALL THIS FAT FROM HAHAHA.
On the last day of class she said to me, "You know, every semester I meet one cool person." She left the classroom and I saw her smile and wave from the window. I don't remember if I waved back. But that was one of those moments you feel happy about people...I want to meet more people like her.