I was in grade 2 in the 60’s, around 7yrs old I guess. I had a teacher who was named Miss Eaton. She was a very old mean spirited spinster.
We were learning how to write. I find that I am left handed. Old battle axe started smacking my left hand with a ruler saying I’ll get the devil out of you yet and kept forcing me to write with my right hand and smacking me when I didn’t. This went on for a while (ya I guess I was dumb) until my mom saw my red hand and asked. Well holy shit she grabbed her keys and me right then and there and drove at the speed of light to the school and barged into the office.
Damage to this day was done. I have horrible hand writing.
I was in grade 2 in the 60’s, around 7yrs old I guess. I had a teacher who was named Miss Eaton. She was a very old mean spirited spinster.
We were learning how to write. I find that I am left handed. Old battle axe started smacking my left hand with a ruler saying I’ll get the devil out of you yet and kept forcing me to write with my right hand and smacking me when I didn’t. This went on for a while (ya I guess I was dumb) until my mom saw my red hand and asked. Well holy shit she grabbed her keys and me right then and there and drove at the speed of light to the school and barged into the office. Damage to this day was done. I have horrible hand writing.