I had a teacher that tried to “cure” me of my left-handedness. I don’t remember what it was called, “Penmanship” perhaps, but she gave me a bad grade for that. I was terrified what my father would do when he saw it, so, halfway home, I climbed a tree and just sat there for a while. Eventually, of course, I had to finish my “Perp Walk”, but I was totally surprised when Dad blew up… at the teacher! He went to the school and really blasted them for trying to change me to a righty. Interestingly, though, I did learn to use scissors with my right hand (because I had to)…
“Give me time! I just got here!”