Same here but in the 80s. Teacher would slap my hand with a ruler and force me to switch to my right hand. She also regularly told me I was evil and had the devil in me. My mom came to the school after she found out and nearly killed that teacher.
3rd grade teacher, first day of school. Was writing my name on my desk card. Next thing I know, I had yard stick slam down on my wrist. Got hit so hard that my wrist was swollen for days after
You know that feeling when you're shocked and appalled, but not the least bit surprised? The one all good people have experienced with alarming frequency for the last decade or so?
I've been lamenting that there's no name for it, but you know what? Let's just call it Mississippi, since the consistently worst state in the Union (and for a while the worst state in the Confederacy, probably) is pretty much synonymous with that feeling.
Started school in 2001, my mother - a lefthanded person herself! - tried the first 4 years of primary school to get me to write with the "correct" hand (unsuccessfully)