Same here but in the 80s. Teacher would slap my hand with a ruler and force me to switch to my right hand. She also regularly told me I was evil and had the devil in me. My mom came to the school after she found out and nearly killed that teacher.
3rd grade teacher, first day of school. Was writing my name on my desk card. Next thing I know, I had yard stick slam down on my wrist. Got hit so hard that my wrist was swollen for days after
You know that feeling when you’re shocked and appalled, but not the least bit surprised? The one all good people have experienced with alarming frequency for the last decade or so?
I’ve been lamenting that there’s no name for it, but you know what? Let’s just call it Mississippi, since the consistently worst state in the Union (and for a while the worst state in the Confederacy, probably) is pretty much synonymous with that feeling.
Started school in 2001, my mother - a lefthanded person herself! - tried the first 4 years of primary school to get me to write with the “correct” hand (unsuccessfully)
1950? This happened to me in the 90s
Same, it’s insane how many teachers saw it and thought “not on my watch”
Same here but in the 80s. Teacher would slap my hand with a ruler and force me to switch to my right hand. She also regularly told me I was evil and had the devil in me. My mom came to the school after she found out and nearly killed that teacher.
I’m still a lefty.
I may or may not be evil…
We’re literally sinister.
Happened to me in 2000 😅
Yeah, this happened to my mom. She still gets left & right mixed up all the time. We blame it on them making her become right-handed.
Where are you from, Alabama 100 years from now?
Christ.
3rd grade teacher, first day of school. Was writing my name on my desk card. Next thing I know, I had yard stick slam down on my wrist. Got hit so hard that my wrist was swollen for days after
The fuck. Where?
Their wrist, they already said.
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Mississippi
Ahhh good old bottom of the charts for most state rankings.
Sorry you had to go through that. I’m a lefty and would have probably ended up in detention if they had tried that with me by 3rd grade.
You know that feeling when you’re shocked and appalled, but not the least bit surprised? The one all good people have experienced with alarming frequency for the last decade or so?
I’ve been lamenting that there’s no name for it, but you know what? Let’s just call it Mississippi, since the consistently worst state in the Union (and for a while the worst state in the Confederacy, probably) is pretty much synonymous with that feeling.
Started school in 2001, my mother - a lefthanded person herself! - tried the first 4 years of primary school to get me to write with the “correct” hand (unsuccessfully)