Demarcation

I am not one to be put off by someone getting in my space very often. I mean, I am pretty friendly. If someone wants to sit next to me then fine, so be it. I am a little bothered when I have to pee and some guy picks the urinal right next to me...when there is a whole wall of other urinals not being used!!! There is something inherently wrong with that.

Back to the point. I am sitting in class today ready for an interesting lecture in the biophysics of membrane bilayers when some dude I have never met sits next to me. There were four chairs open in the same row, but no he decides to sit right down. Ok, maybe he wants to be friends. He didn't introduce himself or shake hands or anything. So, whatever. I'll look past all those issues. What I will not look past is the fact that he kept spilling his notebook all over my notebook and even got coffee on my stuff! I get enough coffee on my stuff as it is. I don't need some erroneous guy with crazy amounts of various papers busting out of his notebook encroaching on my space. This whole time, I am missing quite possibly one of the best lectures I have been to this entire semester. I finally screamed, demarcation!!! whilst drawing a line with my pencil on the table making sure he knew to keep his crap away from me. The entire class looked at me and Prof. Feigenson stopped talking, a feat no one thought possible. I felt no embarrasment, but a sense of fullfillment. Finally, I realized that I had just imagined all of that happening and Feigenson was asking me a question, which I didn't know the answer to.

I'll be prepared next time I see him...