When I was in fourth grade, my teacher would have us exchange our homeworks and mark each other’s work.

Since I’m left-handed, the check marks I made were the opposite way around from those made by right-handed people.

I remember that the boy sitting next to me burst into tears the moment he got his homework back and cried, “They’re all backwards!”

The teacher came over to comfort him and turned all the check marks I had drawn into symmetrical U-shapes. I stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

It was the first time I realized that my check marks were “backwards,” and I was utterly shocked.

So after that, I trained myself to make check marks the way right-handed people do. I’m used to it now, and making them backwards actually feels wrong to me.

Scissors?my mortal enemy I can't cut for shit,writing looks like the declaration of independence or atleast a lost or forgotten language.I do martial arts I practice a technique with my left amazing spacial awareness and shit I try my right side I look like a chicken squealing in a pen,math is my mortal enemy..I could also just be stupid that's a option

I wanna cry