Cross the T, Dot the I

I used to have amazing handwriting. When we learned cursive in fourth grade, I must say, my slanted L’s were a force to be reckoned with. In fact, my R’s and S’s all had a unique artistic flare which earned me various smiley faces and stickers.

Flash forward thirteen years later, and I have no idea what I’m writing.

I’ll share a funny story with you all. Usually when I have an idea for a blog post, I quickly jot the idea down on a post-it note or my daily planner in the hopes to come back to it later so I can write an articulate entry. Yesterday when I got the idea for this post, I quickly wrote down the topic: “I can’t read my handwriting.”

Whats ironic, is that when I came back to it a few hours later, the following phrase read: “can’t [urdu calligraphy] [hyroglyphics] handlebars.” I sat for half an hour trying to figure out why I wanted to write about bicycles.

I think the cause for the downfall of my handwriting started in high school when we were forced to take notes. This just progressed to college where more notes were required. Soon enough, I was fluent in writing in Korean.

I propose therefore, for the world to be free of bad handwriting, that the government take the initiative and figure out a way to breed infants with built in USB drives on their foreheads so we can just download our Chemistry notes into our brains without dealing with hideous penmanship.

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