A New Era.

 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.