THIS IS MY F*CKING TABLE.

I study on the dining room table at my hall of residence every exam period. I always sit at the same table, it's close to the powerpoint, close to the heater, no cross breeze. It's the perfect location because I can see everyone, and they can see me and how much I don't want anyone to come near me. I have been told that when I get into studying, with my hoodie up, I have a somewhat menacing glare that radiates around the college, inspiring trepidation in others. 

Today, someone sat across from me. The nerve.