The worst feeling in the world

This was freshman year, I'll never forget it. I had just been entered into AISD's system with my name spelled backwards and had chosen all of my classes for the year. Straight out of private school, this was going to be easy. I was totally right. Well I guess freshman year was easy for everyone, but I can only remember it as being a time of going to school, coming home and having more free time than a housewife.
One class I had taken that was a prerequisite for seniors at the time was Business Information Management (BIM). It was a pretty useful class and I learned a lot from it. The entire class was taken on a computer in a room filled of computers and computers only. No one talked in that class and no one knew each other. The seats we sat in on the first day were our seats for the entire year and I was stuck sitting next to the dumb girl. She didn't talk to me, played loud music, and belonged at Crockett High School (like a 2003 Crockett High School). 

I also had the worst feeling in the world whenever she walked in and sat down. This was because she copied everything I did. Not my style or anything, no one can copy that. But she copied everything I did in that class to be creative. Whenever it came to making a cool brochure or a sweet powerpoint, she would eye her way onto my screen and do the exact same thing. How did I know this? Because I would eye my way back onto her screen. So everyday of my freshman year I would have to get to that class early to tilt my screen out of her vision, but not so much that it's obvious. It was the first real time someone had stole my ideas, and this one was right in front of me. It's not like my work was going to Newsweek or anything, but they were my ideas. And I've heard it all before, "you aren't going to get anywhere complaining about your stolen ideas, so let them steal". So one day  I stopped complaining about my ideas being stolen and did something about it.
I broke her nose.
No I didn't really do that, but instead I started to bring one of those plastic tinted screens you would find at a bank to class. She eventually failed and maybe didn't even graduate, but that was the last time she ever stole an idea from me.