By Rachael E.
Friedrich Soennecken, John J. Loud, and the Egyptians all have one thing in common: they are the enemies of the left handed class. These inventors, along with many more, have created the useful items most lefties despise! Every day, we live amongst the people who are able to perform tasks that lefties cannot. School has because Dante’s Inferno for the left handed society, one in which we cannot perform beautiful hand written notes at any given time—no, instead we must take the extra minute to pull out our loose leaf, and by then, it’s too late. The teacher has already stated the important information that will determine whether you pass or fail your exam, determining your graduation of high school.
And even if we do pull out our loose leaf in time, the ink of the ball point pen will stain our flesh and smudge our writing—or worse we could bump elbows with our right handed neighbor. At that point, we should just give into the devil’s game and be persecuted just as our left handed ancestors were. The struggle is real. Lefties are never recognized nor remembered. Right-handed people have the nerve to repeatedly, obnoxiously, ask, “You’re a lefty?” And no matter how many times we respond, “yes,” righties cannot remember the simple fact that we exist. Or when we play baseball, if we are even lucky enough to find a right handed glove, other players question whether we are standing the right way at bat. We will forever reply, “Yes, I am just a lefty.” But through the struggle, we will continue to be proud of our left-handedness! Left on, lefties, left on!
© 2016 Rachael E. All rights reserved.
Friedrich Soennecken, John J. Loud, and the Egyptians all have one thing in common: they are the enemies of the left handed class. These inventors, along with many more, have created the useful items most lefties despise! Every day, we live amongst the people who are able to perform tasks that lefties cannot. School has because Dante’s Inferno for the left handed society, one in which we cannot perform beautiful hand written notes at any given time—no, instead we must take the extra minute to pull out our loose leaf, and by then, it’s too late. The teacher has already stated the important information that will determine whether you pass or fail your exam, determining your graduation of high school.
And even if we do pull out our loose leaf in time, the ink of the ball point pen will stain our flesh and smudge our writing—or worse we could bump elbows with our right handed neighbor. At that point, we should just give into the devil’s game and be persecuted just as our left handed ancestors were. The struggle is real. Lefties are never recognized nor remembered. Right-handed people have the nerve to repeatedly, obnoxiously, ask, “You’re a lefty?” And no matter how many times we respond, “yes,” righties cannot remember the simple fact that we exist. Or when we play baseball, if we are even lucky enough to find a right handed glove, other players question whether we are standing the right way at bat. We will forever reply, “Yes, I am just a lefty.” But through the struggle, we will continue to be proud of our left-handedness! Left on, lefties, left on!
© 2016 Rachael E. All rights reserved.