In a continuence of my blog, Technology 1.0, where I talk about my Kindle and the demise of real books, I have to address something I heard the other day. While subbing for 4th graders, I was writing a note to their regular teacher, something I always do. (The kids are informed at the beginning of the day that their behavior, both good and bad, will be recorded for posterity...or at least for their teacher to deal with as s/he sees fit. It's remarkable how much that changes their behavior for the better!)
Anyway, this kid was watching me write my note and said, rather wistfully, "You know how to write cursive? My mom said she'd teach me cursive but it looks hard." Let me repeat...this was 4th grade!
At that particular moment, students were lining up to go to Tech class (one of the "specials", along with music, art, PE) where, presumably, they would learn to touch-type (or more correctly, "touch-keyboard") and sail through the World Wide Webs with the click of a mouse or the tap of a finger. Sigh!
Because, you see, when we were kids, we couldn't wait to learn cursive writing. It was so grown-up, so advanced from the block letters painfully printed. Tongue hanging out in concentration, we labored between three pale blue lines with the tall letters and caps rising all the way to the top line, while the short letters made it only to the middle line. We learned cursive in 3rd grade. In 4th grade, Mrs. Holt painstakingly taught us "penmanship". ( have no idea where she got the patience!) We knew how to laboriously make the letters, but we practiced our "hand", making the ends of words "smile" with a flourish.
I remember spending hours practicing her meticulous handwriting and getting good marks for the roundness of my a's and o's, the straightness of my t's and l's and k's. I never had a teacher, after Mrs. Holt, squint at my book reports and say, "I can't read this...what does it say?"
And to this day, the few times I sign a check (mostly debit card now) or a note to a teacher, I frequently am told that "it's amazing...I can read your signature!" (Side note: I wrote "Nana's Wardrobe" about a thousand times in order to use it in my logo, wanting it to look like what used to be called "copperplate", not to be confused with the typeface you'll find on your computer called "copperplate"...a different kettle of fish altogether.)
I heard recently that some school districts aren't teaching cursive anymore, since no one writes letters or book reports by hand any more. Evidently Forsyth County Schools is one of those districts. These kids seem to want to learn it, like we used to want to learn calligraphy or Chinese pictographs.
Mind you, these children are the future of our medicine and space industries, the future designers and inventors of new forms of energy. And since they really have to learn to interface with a computer, (not to mention all the other stuff they have to know to navigate in the world) it isn't surprising that cursive handwriting would have to go away. I mean, all that instruction time spent on something none of them will ever use? I get it.
But I repeat. Sigh! Are we going to lose the eye-hand coordination that is taught along with rounded o's and a's, the practice skills that it takes to learn to write well? The slowing down of the brain to think about what we are writing?
Ever since I learned to type in high school (on an old manual machine bigger than a laptop which broke fingernails on a regular basis and developed finger muscles you never knew you had, since the keys were so hard to push down), I've used mechanical means to record my thoughts because I could type or key as fast as my brain could go.
I still write the occasional letter or notecard...a thank you to the lovely man who did the flowers at Dad's funeral, a note of encouragement to a nephew who is struggling with his own place in the world, a letter to a teacher about how badly Johnny behaved but what a great help Sean was, a jot to my neighbor saying I've stolen his dogs for a playdate with my dogs, to keep them out of his hair while he struggles with a kitchen remodel. Cursive causes me to be polite and thoughtful and thought-full.
I'm glad I have a good "hand", sorry that that skill isn't seen as important any more, but aware of all the other, more important things that children these days have to learn. I'm not suggesting that we bring back cursive handwriting...just that its passing should be noted and mourned.
God bless you, Mrs. Holt.
