Does handwriting matter?
Philip
Hensker thinks it does. It’s more
intimate, he says. And it shows our
personality. And after accounting for
such important part of our lives, it is disappearing.
I, for one, side with Hensker’s Ph. D. supervisor who, upon
being presented with a handwritten thesis, returned it unread. He was a reader and for us readers,
handwriting isn’t such a great deal.
Actually, it wasn’t such a great deal for me as a writer
either--from the very early stages. When
I was in grade school, my handwriting skills lagged and things haven’t improved
much since. Though, with laptops
replacing typewriters everywhere, at least I am not punished anymore for having
bad handwriting.
Schools in Poland had double desks and of course from the
first grade, boys sat with boys and girls sat with girls. Except when a boy was
being punished and the most diabolical punishment was to make him sit next to a
girl. Other boys would pounce on such an opportunity to mock--being called
“King of Women” was a great insult. (Nobody seemed to care how girls felt about
being made an instrument of punishment).
Having to sit next to a girl was reserved for the misdemeanor of having
a messy handwriting. With girls being in general neater than boys, the idea was
that a boy, by sitting next to a girl, might absorb somehow, perhaps by sheer
proximity, the virtues of good penmanship.
In practice, the teacher would demand that all pupils open on
their desks their notebooks with written work.
She would walk up and down the classroom between the rows of desks and
look for what she could criticize. She would
often stop at my desk and mock my very
poor handwriting by comparing it to that of the girl sitting next to me saying
something like: “How come you can’t do it if she can. Look, look how neat her pages are. And yours?
Ink spots, crippled letters, writing that doesn’t follow the lines on
the pages. Terrible.”
I used to hate that girl with all my heart. I am ashamed to remember my happiness years
later when were had to take exams that would steer us to either academic high
schools or vocational schools, I learned that the girl flunked out and wouldn’t
continue like most of us.
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