It's called my personal space

I have an issue with personal space. I have mine you have yours and unless I invite you don't bother coming in to my personal space without going Ninja on you. So one day last week while sitting in class, I was minding my own business when this lady, who barley speaks English sits down beside me. I have my book bag on my desk and the teacher has moved to the front of the class and is going to start lecture. Before he starts, Russian lady ( I say that because that is what it sounds like she speaks, and I don't know her real name) gets her things out and proceeds to start to shove my book bag with her folder, with this look of pure disgust on her face. In a millisecond I grab my book bag and she mumbles something like "Sorry" and then sets up camp not 12 inches from me. So close to me that I couldn't even get my notebook out and take notes because there was now no room on my desk.





Yeah can you say Freak out. I can.. and I did.

I mean I had to lean back in my chair to get this picture that is how close she was to me.