“I can’t make anything out of your chicken scratch,” my primary teacher would upbraid me for my handwriting which visually did not fit into the guidelines and measures of a ‘perfect’ handwriting.
Being the youngest in the class — which I was constantly reminded about — combined with my handwriting that was labeled ‘displeasing’ converged into a deep sense of insecurity. My C’s could be mistaken for E’s, my T’s looked like M’s, and all Russian words flowed into illegible zigzags. No effort in the world could turn my cursive into a perfectly aligned congruent font, slanted 30° to the right. Habits stay habits. I’d forget about the posture and continue tilting my paper fully to the left, bending my neck forward and closer to the table with my hunched shoulders rolled over. Seemingly uncomfortable position causing numbness down to my fingertips was, in fact, pleasant. …show more content…
Despite the severe criticism of my cursive, I grew to consider it lovely and one of a kind. I’ve come to realize that my penmanship says a lot about my personality. The sizable letters that go over the top line match with my extroverted and outgoing personality. I was amazed how even the spacing between the words and the way I cross my t’s and dot my i’s coincided with the independence, determination and enthusiasm in my character. I started appreciating my handwriting, as it was a part of me and my
Being the youngest in the class — which I was constantly reminded about — combined with my handwriting that was labeled ‘displeasing’ converged into a deep sense of insecurity. My C’s could be mistaken for E’s, my T’s looked like M’s, and all Russian words flowed into illegible zigzags. No effort in the world could turn my cursive into a perfectly aligned congruent font, slanted 30° to the right. Habits stay habits. I’d forget about the posture and continue tilting my paper fully to the left, bending my neck forward and closer to the table with my hunched shoulders rolled over. Seemingly uncomfortable position causing numbness down to my fingertips was, in fact, pleasant. …show more content…
Despite the severe criticism of my cursive, I grew to consider it lovely and one of a kind. I’ve come to realize that my penmanship says a lot about my personality. The sizable letters that go over the top line match with my extroverted and outgoing personality. I was amazed how even the spacing between the words and the way I cross my t’s and dot my i’s coincided with the independence, determination and enthusiasm in my character. I started appreciating my handwriting, as it was a part of me and my