In the fourth grade, my teacher thought I was being difficult because I was writing with my left hand, so she insisted that I write with my right hand. I made terrible grades in penmanship that year. After making it to the fifth grade, life once again returned to normal.
One of the hardest things I had to do was to teach my right handed children how to tie their shoes. These poor children were being shown one way by me and the reverse by their father. They still talk about how hard it was to learn to tie their shoes with that.
With joining the work force, I was able to do data entry and most office skills with my right hand. I struggle with scissors because I turn them upside down to cut paper. Silly things like that draw attention to my being left handed in the office.