For me, ambidexterity has always meant versatility.From using my left hand in a restrictive corner while doing yardwork to switch-hitting in baseball depending on the context of the game, my hands give me the flexibility to adapt to my surroundings.
From athlete to academic, from reliable employee to kind-hearted helper, I take on an array of roles in my life.
Just as my two hands merge to create a more efficient system, my personal flexibility allows me to handle the many aspects of my life from different angles.
I do, however, have the unusual ability to use both hands equally well.
I don’t have a third arm protruding from the center of my chest or anything of the sort.
My ability to transition quickly has helped me establish myself as a go-to helper in nearly every subject, but these behind-the-scenes interactions happen away from my teachers’ eyes.
Even teachers, however, see the respect other students have for me during class discussions.
Although I use my talent throughout my day, it usually blends in with the normal functions of anyone else’s hands.
In this sense, ambidexterity isn’t some glaring anomaly: It’s only when you realize it’s there does it become special.
Braving these adventures instilled in me a sense of invincibility that pushed me to tackle new experiences, even engaging in mischievous absurdities, both in this world and reality.
Draping myself in jewelry constructed out of straws and cup sleeves, I would unabashedly strut all around the café.