MY HANDWRITING SUCKS. Technically, I would say that it is a combination of cursive and printing that, by the time I had left school and the necessity to take classroom notes, had deteriorated into a sort of semi-legible chicken scrawl that even I can’t always read. In school, I concocted a number of abbreviations to enable me to take rapid notes, and I continue to use them today. For example, I don’t write ‘with,’ I just put a lower-case w. ‘Without’ has become w/o. There are a lot more. In tune with our contemporary technology, many schools no longer bother to teach cursive writing. First came typewriters, eventually followed by computers, prompting educators to turn from penmanship to typing and keyboarding as essential skills. By the mid-1990s we had email, by the early 2000s, texting. Who needs to write anymore? That is truly a sad question. I’d say that I was ahead of my time when, in high school in 1958, I signed up for a typing class. But, in truth, I did that because I figured I’d be the only guy in a class full of girls. I got nowhere with the girls (not counting Mona Cummings), but I remain grateful for my typing skills today.
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