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In fifth grade, my teacher absolutely despised me. She did everything she could to make me cry and sent me to the principal's office at every opportunity. You might not believe me, but I’m left-handed. So still, to this day, I get my hands confused. On this specific day, during the Pledge of Allegiance, I placed my left hand on my chest (it should be your right hand over your heart). She became furious, accusing me of not being ‘patriotic,’ and sent me to the principal’s office. The principal and I were quite acquainted at this point and so I told her why I was sent back to her office again, and she laughed. And laughed. I didn’t think it was funny at all; all the kids in my school thought I was a troublemaker, so they avoided me. My principal wrote on the back of my hands, L and R. What I didn't notice was that she wrote L on my right hand and R on my left hand. She wrote the same on her hands. Then, she walked me back to the classroom, and made our whole class redo the Pledge with our ‘right’ hand, with me leading the class, and it was one of the happiest moments of my elementary experience.