Normally, I would not get personal in a public setting. However, I feel as if I have been pushed over the edge.
Dear Girl who is not my friend but I see everyday:
Tighten Up. Stop touching my stuff. I know we spend lots of time together in class-- but that does not mean you can touch my belongings. I have a personal bubble, and you are invading it. If you do not stop, I will be forced to call on my fellow wrenchmen. Yes, they carry wrenches.