left-handed genius (according to the pencil)
on the outside: sly smurk
on the inside: mwaahahahaaa!!!
pen in hand and elbow perfectly poised, i look on as all those who have taunted me struggle to find a right-handed desk. (for whatever reason all the "reject" desks made their way to cfa eighteen, possibly to die.) the lucky few sit smugly beside me and watch as their fellow left-brainers attempt to adjust to the unfamiliar situation. several resort to ignoring the desk completely and using their binders as a replacement. others adjust and squirm in their seats to find the perfect position that will allow the slightest bit of support, usually resulting in a 180 degree rotation and their backs to the professor. welcome to my world!
oh how the tables have turned (hardy har har)!
for the first time ever i can sit back in my chair, recline, if you will. i can make eye contact with the prof (not long enough to be put on the spot, mind you). my notes are neater. seriously, i was flipping through other class notes and compared to history they're chicken scratch. do you understand how freaking significant this is?! all previous blame i've placed on myself and the teaching techniques of past profs. can now be placed on the desk! i never really deserved those grades it was merely a desk "malfunction."

serenity now! serenity now!