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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/ViniciusFromBcn on 2025-05-20 21:26:43+00:00.

Hi everyone, first-time poster here from Spain. Thought I’d share a little gem from my childhood in a small rural town during the 1970s. Back then, being Catholic wasn’t just religion, it was a whole lifestyle. So naturally, my siblings and I were packed off to the local nun-run school, where fun went to die and shame was served daily.

The school had a ton of weird traditions, but one that sticks with me to this day was the honey sandwiches. Every single recess, we were handed a plain white bread sandwich with honey inside. No butter, no toast, just soggy, sticky misery. And you had to eat it. If you didn’t, the nuns took it personally. Like you’d insulted Jesus himself. If they caught you trying to ditch it, you’d get the kind of “discipline” that left marks.

So I got creative. I’d hide it in my desk. Stuff it into the lining of my backpack. Once I even managed to toss half of it into the school garden when no one was looking. We all had our tricks. It was survival.

Anyway, this post isn’t really about me. It’s about my older brother, Dani. He was left-handed, which, to the nuns, meant he was probably in direct contact with Satan. They were obsessed with making him write with his right hand. If he used his left, it was straight to knuckle-smacking territory with a wooden ruler.

Dani, being sharp and a bit stubborn, learned to write decently with his right hand just to avoid the daily pain. But it gave him headaches, and he hated it. So he wrote right-handed in class, and left-handed everywhere else.

One day, a nun caught him writing with his left hand while working on something at home. She absolutely flipped. Next day in school, she gave him a punishment assignment: a 15-page essay on obedience, written only with his right hand. No exceptions.

So Dani followed the rules. He wrote all 15 pages. He used only his right hand. And he wrote the entire thing in mirror script.

You heard me. Backwards. Perfectly mirrored handwriting. You could only read it by holding each page up to a mirror.

The nun went nuclear. Straight to the principal’s office. The guy told him he had to learn to follow orders and be normal.

Dani just said, “I followed the order. I used my right hand.”

“But it’s backwards!”

“You didn’t say it couldn’t be.”

That was the last month Dani ever spent in that school. Our parents moved him to the public one after that. Probably saved his sanity, honestly.

I looked up information about Catholicism and left-handed people, and I found this. I imagine they’ve gotten over that hatred toward those who write with their left hand by now.

Meanwhile, I kept figuring out new ways to hide disgusting honey sandwiches like my life depended on it. Because, in that school, it kinda did.