Hands On
I have a good pair of scissors that I use just to cut paper. They are specially made for just such an activity. I keep them in a special place so they don’t get used for the wrong purposes.
I have a good pair of scissors that I use just to cut paper. They are specially made for just such an activity. I keep them in a special place so they don’t get used for the wrong purposes.
As a kid of about nine, we had an “activities” day we went to at a local school during the summer. It was a lot of fun, making crafts with tons of construction paper, pipe cleaners, glue, and scissors.
The only problem was that all the scissors – ALL of them – were left-handed scissors. And since I was the only left-handed kid there, I was assigned to do all the cutting. I did pretty well, too, considering my parents had only ever given me right-handed scissors, so that how I learned to cut. Still, there’s a bit of ambidextrousness in nearly all lefties, so it wasn’t too bad.
But my left hand was REALLY sore by the time that activities day ended.
Yep, never loan out your GOOD tools. You probably don’t much want to know why the kitchen scissors are sticky right now, but you can borrow them if you want.
And Pete, where do you find a school stocked soley with left-handed scissors? I’m left-handed, and I’ve never even seen left-handed scissors!
I just swap scissors back and forth from hand to hand, and never mind if people look at me funny.
I’d be interested to know that as well. When I was growing up, some of the teachers I had still enforced the “You WILL write and do things with your right hand, or you will fail! This is not an option!” Even if wthere were such things as left-handed scissors available at the time, you can be sure they were not going to provide them. Like Attic Rat, by the time I got into Jr. High, I was pretty much ambidextrous with such implements of destruction as scissors, but I darn near failed penmanship. Never could write worth a darn with my right hand.
Orlah, I went to a parochial (but non-Catholic) grade school in the mid-60s in Wisconsin. Fortunately, they didn’t require us lefties to be righties, nor did they put any pressure on us. And handwriting was the ONLY subject my parents allowed me to get a “C” in, because I was left-handed. (“A’s” were expected for everything else.) My handwriting developed wonderfully as it turned out, and people still complement me on it the few times that I use it.