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When reading this story keep in mind, I was sitting in a lecture hall with probably 200 people.
Today I was sitting in class waiting for our speaker to get there so class would start when a bee decided that we needed to battle.
Not only did we battle, but it was an epic battle.
The thing decided that I was going to be his target and was relentless.
He suceeded in getting in my hair (twice), my hood, and attempting to go for the face.
After many assassination attempts on our part it left... or so I thought.
I watched it fly around the room as different groups of people would freak out, run to the isles (one girl actually sprinted out the door) or just start swatting at the air.
I thought maybe it found a new target.
Maybe I was done.
I was wrong
What it was really doing preparing for a sneak attack, planning to come from behinde and go right for my eye.
But little did that bee know his plan was about to go horribly wrong.
Ian saved the day and laid the smack down on that bee.
With spectacular kill and the war cry of "That's right bitch you stay down," the battle was over and Ian and I were victorious.
Everyone around us cheered.
Then, as if the victory wasn't sweet enough, the speaker came in and said that he couldn't give his presentation so class was cancelled.
Today I was sitting in class waiting for our speaker to get there so class would start when a bee decided that we needed to battle.
Not only did we battle, but it was an epic battle.
The thing decided that I was going to be his target and was relentless.
He suceeded in getting in my hair (twice), my hood, and attempting to go for the face.
After many assassination attempts on our part it left... or so I thought.
I watched it fly around the room as different groups of people would freak out, run to the isles (one girl actually sprinted out the door) or just start swatting at the air.
I thought maybe it found a new target.
Maybe I was done.
I was wrong
What it was really doing preparing for a sneak attack, planning to come from behinde and go right for my eye.
But little did that bee know his plan was about to go horribly wrong.
Ian saved the day and laid the smack down on that bee.
With spectacular kill and the war cry of "That's right bitch you stay down," the battle was over and Ian and I were victorious.
Everyone around us cheered.
Then, as if the victory wasn't sweet enough, the speaker came in and said that he couldn't give his presentation so class was cancelled.