In grade school, my teachers would always comment about my poor handwriting. I would get bad grades in “Writing” which was inappropriately named because you did not “write” anything creative, you wrote words in cursive. Ask me today how many times I write in cursive; Every time I write check; now ask me how many times I write a check these days, exactly. Writing in cursive at the grade school level proved a work in futility for me and even at a young age I realized that most of our future communication would be done electronically. I even have that statement, in writing of course, which I presented to my teacher with the hope it would give me an angle to raise my desperate Writing grade. I received no reprieve and to this day I have poor handwriting and I truly hate writing things down.
I regret not working harder on making my handwriting more legible but the way my school taught handwriting was to have students copy the letters from a book. When my class made our way to high school, I noticed there were 10 girls from my grade school class who wrote the exact same way because of this type of teaching technique. The technique was nice, the technique was legible but it was not unique in any sense of the word. My handwriting is like my written fingerprint. I enjoy the fact that my handwriting is my own and it is still developing.
