Take a picture, already.
This is to the girl who sits across the aisle from me in bar/bri:
You have a staring problem. Do you see the giant video screen we are watching? It's in the other direction from where I'm sitting, which means you have to turn around in your chair to stare - stare - at me and my neighbors.
Do you have any idea how distracting that is? And everytime I catch you staring at me, you keep staring, as if you caught me staring. You have a problem. I might even go so far as to say a "social disorder."
No, the video isn't action-packed, so occasionally I zone out on the back of someone's head, but they don't know that. I don't, alternatively, turn to the girl next to me and stare at her until she starts to creep away.
Instead of becoming a lawyer, you should mark out your own niche on a New York subway car. Get yourself a beige hole-y sweater and frizz out your hair. Then when people get on the train you can take the seat next to them and stare until they freak out and give you some quarters just to make you go away. You could be a millionaire.
Stop doing it. Or I will embarrass you in front of everyone by telling you in class tomorrow. I'm serious.
The blonde in the sixth row.