Watch Out Cursive – The Future’s Wondering Why You’re Still Here

What are the biggest lies I’ve ever been told by an adult? Well, excluding everything involving a legitimate reason for the U.S. invasion of Iraq, they would have to be all the boldface falsifications involving that ancient form of writing commonly known as “cursive.” For those of you born in the quote-unquote hood, you may know of it as running writing. (Those ready to pounce, please cool your politically correct jets — I’m just trying to reach all my potential audiences.) So before we delve into how I (and my fellow Pembroke Lower Schoolers) have been wronged, let’s take a quick look at the vibrant history of this “in extremis” (that’s dying for the “slow” ones among us) writing form.

Back in the 17^th century, some dude from England thought it was cool to connect his letters. Then T-Jeff (more commonly referred to as Thomas Jefferson) wrote most of the Declaration of Independence in cursive. Abraham Lincoln wrote the Gettysburg Address in cursive (Yes, history was wrong. It wasn’t Grant’s military ability, but cursive that won the Civil War.). I suppose that it’s been uphill for cursive ever since.

Let’s fast-forward a few years. I’m but a wee, impressionable lad in the 3^rd grade. I’m told about a groundbreaking secret. It is a secret so powerful and so amazing that everything up to this point in my life up will be nullified (Don’t worry. I’m not talking about that weird cult book that people were gobbling up on Amazon.) That secret is called “cursive,” it’s going to revolutionize the way I think about and do my writing. HOT DAMN! Count me in! Talk about excitement. Now I will be honest with you, I really didn’t realize that my writing could be revolutionized. I sort of thought we were done with the innovation after the Phoenicians, Greeks, and Romans. But boy was I wrong! Cursive was going to change things around these parts. I could imagine the cool wind blowing through my hair as I connected those first letters. The beauty of the capital Q that doesn’t look at all like a q (Seriously, did that ever bother anyone else?).

It’s been a few years. I look at my handwriting and those of my peers, and much like the question so often asked about the infamous Waldo, I have to pose this inquiry – “Where’s cursive?” (Or more bluntly “What the hell happened to cursive?”) Finding people who still write in cursive is about as hard as finding a complex, scintillating plot in a Jean-Claude Van Damme movie (If you’ve seen such empty beauties as Street Fighter and Universal Soldier: The Return then you know what I mean). I challenge you to find one 10^th grade student who still writes in cursive. You quickly respond, “BUT WAIT! I DO still write in cursive!” All I have to say in return is, “Quiet Neal, I really don’t want to hear it.” I know from personal experience that trying to decipher Neal’s notes is about as easy as it is for an eight-year old to try his hands at decoding Sanskrit. Neal and his cursive are usually the last ones to finish writing down class notes. I would go so far as to argue that cursive has, in some ways, been detrimental to Neal’s scholarship. You think he’s smart now; imagine where Neal would be without cursive! If you’re thinking a bridge-building, crime-fighting, king of the universe, you’re probably not too far off. But let’s move away from our Desai discussion (I love alliteration), shall we?.

It’s the year 2007. I’m older than that awed 3^rd grader, and computers permeate my existence. I don’t write in twenty-feet tall, little-kid letters anymore and as sure as I am about the Laws of Buoyancy and the fact that MTV is destroying our youth (Wild n’ Out? Come on. Ridiculous spelling aside, that show is about as funny as Jamie Kennedy on a bad day.), I don’t write in cursive any more. Have the hours I spent learning this ancient art-form helped me in my schooling? To answer that I pose this counter-question: Did Iraq help Bush’s popularity? Point proven.

So here I am, older, arguably wiser, and still waiting to be awed. I’ve got my ticket in hand, I’m wearing a nice little metaphorical suit jacket (Tweed, if you were wondering), holding my pleasant metaphorical suitcase, and I’m still waiting for the innovation train to stop by and rock my world (Rock of Love anyone? Hopefully the answer is no, because that show is downright trash.). I suppose that soon enough, I’m going to have to accept that cursive is as dead as Jacob Marley (Christmas Carol reference: “…as dead as a doornail.”), Latin (except in Mr. Young’s heart), and Aaron Schwartz’s career (Remember him? The fat kid from Heavy Weights? The one who won the go-kart race? “But he must have had a long, exciting career!” you say. Here’s a challenge: Name one other movie he’s been in since Heavy Weights. Enough said.). Yes, cursive is so dead that even that guy from Man vs. Wild couldn’t polish this turd-of-a-writing-form into something exciting (The man squeezed the water out of elephant shit to fend off dehydration, and I was CAPTIVATED!). But cursive is still around. The big problem seems to be that some people just won’t let this poor, sleeping dog lie.

One Middle School teacher tried to revive it. She required her students to write in cursive — essays, notes, you name it. Which means, that in some bottom drawer or dusty cabinet hidden away in the Middle School, there is a veritable treasure-trove of barely legible, cursively-infused, Middle School essays just waiting to be loved. But 8^th grade seems like a long time to wait for this valuable learning (sarcasm). HAVE NO FEAR, FEARLESS READER! At PHS, we get ‘em started early. Each child gets a complimentary (well it’s hard to call anything at Pembroke complimentary if you look at our yearly tuition) cursive browbeating that will stay with them forever (or until lunch). And let’s face it, my Spidey senses are telling me that the use of cursive throughout their lives has brought few – if any — physical (or even emotional) rewards.

Here are some potential situations:

#377 – After School
“Mommy, I learned cursive today! Look how nice my writing is.”
“That’s nice Jimmy, too bad you’re still a prostrate, little pansy with no friends and low self-esteem.”

#19 – Job Interview
“…And one essential skill that I want to point out is my strong ability to write in beautiful cursive.”
“Well, that’s nice sir. Too bad your resume still says you’re a prostrate pansy with difficulty talking to women and low self-esteem.”

I will admit, I’m not entirely sure that cursive is still taught at Pembroke. Knowing the good ole alma mater, I would assume so. And what will shock your socks off (anything is a saying if I pretend hard enough) — Pembroke is not alone. Schools all around the metro still teach cursive. So seriously, if PHS is still spreading the gospel of cursive, can we finally put that to bed? Cursive is outdated. Let’s teach some important lessons, like, improving math skills, or how to not turn into a humongous douche bag in high school.

As I noted in my prior article (A Letter to Lottie Dietrich – If you haven’t read it, do yourself a favor and click that link A.S.A.P. I’ve heard that Mother Theresa cried when she read it.), Pembroke is removing old stuff — old buildings, teachers, and techniques — at breakneck pace. Lottie D. is gone, the old high school is gone, even the early development building has a new name. In the vein of these other developments, I think it’s about time we bid farewell to cursive too.

If my experience mirrors that of other Pembroke students, while also considering the fact I dropped the use of cursive as soon as I arrived in 6^th grade, not knowing cursive will do no harm. Let’s pay the piper (face the facts?): cursive was cool in the 70′s. Do you know what else was cool in the 70′s? Hippies. We don’t teach kids to be hippies in the 3^rd grade, so let’s save them some agony and let cursive go the way of hippie training. Pembroke can take this easy ladder out of the Stone Age. If we want students to take notes quicker, teach them systems for abbreviating common words and phrases. Or even better, let’s just give them laptops (I would LOVE a laptop in case the administration is listening.). Computers are the the future, and I think that the future is getting a little bit impatient. It’s been knocking on our door for quite a long time, and I think it’s about time we let him (or her) in.

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