I'm convinced that as a young child, my mother swiped the crayon I was holding in my left hand only to place it in my right hand. I am. To most, it's beyond ridiculous that I WANT to be left-handed because the world is designed for the right-handed individual. I all too often end up doing simple tasks the hard way. For that reason, I continue to proclaim my desire to be in the minority.
Let's try out this left-handed business. My watch is fastened to my right wrist. It's official . . . I'm doing this. The morning is over, so everything is downhill from here. After talking to my suite mate Brittany, I realized this is going to be harder than I initially thought. "How am I going to do my hair?" I'm thinking on the days I decide to actually do something with my hair ,some burns may be consequences. We'll see when that point comes. For today, I'm going with a pony tail, but even that involves having my hair tie on the right wrist too--weird. For breakfast, I opt for the usual oatmeal with sugar and cinnamon. Interestingly enough, the left side of the bowl has more sugar and cinnamon than the right side-- that's annoying. Luckily, I grabbed a spoon (with the left hand of course), and stirred the living daylights out of the oatmeal to blend it to my standard. While sitting in English class, I noticed a pasty substance on my left hand... o wait, that's toothpaste yet from since BEFORE breakfast. This semester is going to be messy... in more ways than one.
