I was always under the impression that segregation was not so rampant in my society. That was, until I entered university. The lecture theatres are huge, so many seats, so many potential classmate to befriend, so many angles to learn from, so many....wait a second, this desk doesn't work...
I am left-handed and always have been. It has never really been a problem for me, because for some reason, I only write with my left-hand, everthing else is right-handed. This would always throw off P.E. teachers, who would ask "Is anyone here left-handed?" Of course I would raise my hand and they would proceed to show me some alterplanetary method of holding the racket, throwing the ball, shooting the arrow, swinging the bat, loading the rifle, opening the parachute, etc etc, which would always end with me noting that I actually did it the other way. Suddenly I was some rare breed species of subhuman or superhuman. I prefer the latter.
So in uni one of the first things I noticed was that the desks built to accomadate left handers were scarce, and in some remote desolate corner of the room where no one else sits; the only company being dried up gum, spilled coffee cups, and furry creatures scuttling in and out of the creaking vents. I hate it! Is is to difficult to make multi-armable desks?(Yes I made that word up)Did it ever occur to the so-called "engineers" that we lefties like to be in the general viscinity of the chalkboard, within the general soundrange of the prof, within the general area of the campus? Obviously not.
A guy at work the other day told me that in medevielish times, lefties were considered witches and either had to write right or die! I say bring it! I'll challenge your near-sighted narrow-minded right-handed world! If writing left is such a handy-cap, then get Telemiracle to pay my tuition, give me my own entrance, and a parking space two metres from the door.
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