• DarkFuture@lemmy.world
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      5 days ago

      I kept doing cursive into adulthood but eventually the futility of life and the pointlessness of existence made me stop caring and I switched to godawful illegible printing that looks more like stick figures than written language.

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        Funny, I went from cursive to print script for the opposite reason. Once I started university, I realized I need to write fast and be able to read it back.

    • TrackinDaKraken@lemmy.world
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      I’m 60, and the only thing I write by hand is my signature, for the most part.

      The last thing I wrote by hand was to fill out a very short form for a vaccine approval at the doctors. Before that, I think it was some measurements and notes while I was building a bed. The design for the bed was done in blender, and I referenced the plan measurements on my tablet in the garage.

      I’m so out of practice writing cursive, I’d need to think about it as I did it.

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        Once you learn it doesn’t matter at all legally, that you could literally just make an ‘X’, there’s no reason to put any effort into it.

    • SpaceNoodle@lemmy.world
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      Oddly, my handwriting is converging on something that resembles cursive. Not using the hand-cramping painstaking bullshit methods that were beaten into us during grade school, but with fluid movements that those misguided curricula were likely attempting to emulate.

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        Fifty-plus years ago, when I was learning, the method they taught wasn’t so forced. We were shown the way the letters could be formed, but mostly left to ourselves to figure out our own way there. The trailing tail meant to flow into the next letter was something that happened naturally as we learned, it wasn’t a forced part of each letter, to later be joined. I don’t know why they changed it, probably just to sell some “new and improved” method. That just made it worse as far as I can tell.

  • Agent641@lemmy.world
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    Stop, drop and roll drills made me think being on fire was going to be a regular occurrence in my life.

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    This dude is all over social media with his middle of the road, “relatable” takes.

    Dude’s the Pizzacake of twitterers.

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    Was it the Book It club that let you read books for some Pizza Hut pizza? X-Men also had a promotion there. I got one of the cups.

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    Blessed would be the day when Wishbone was shown on the rolling TV cart surfing history class 🐕

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    Every other Fortnite we would all collectively prepare our bodies for the cleansing conflagrations due to fall upon us at any moment and wipe us from the face of existence.

  • Slashme@lemmy.world
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    ‘I’VE been to a day-school, too,’ said Alice; ‘you needn’t be so proud as all that.’

    ‘With extras?’ asked the Mock Turtle a little anxiously.

    ‘Yes,’ said Alice, ‘we learned French and music.’

    ‘And washing?’ said the Mock Turtle.

    ‘Certainly not!’ said Alice indignantly.

    ‘Ah! then yours wasn’t a really good school,’ said the Mock Turtle in a tone of great relief. ‘Now at OURS they had at the end of the bill, “French, music, AND WASHING–extra.”’

    ‘You couldn’t have wanted it much,’ said Alice; ‘living at the bottom of the sea.’

    ‘I couldn’t afford to learn it.’ said the Mock Turtle with a sigh. ‘I only took the regular course.’

    ‘What was that?’ inquired Alice.

    ‘Reeling and Writhing, of course, to begin with,’ the Mock Turtle replied; ‘and then the different branches of Arithmetic-- Ambition, Distraction, Uglification, and Derision.’

    ‘I never heard of “Uglification,”’ Alice ventured to say. ‘What is it?’

    The Gryphon lifted up both its paws in surprise. ‘What! Never heard of uglifying!’ it exclaimed. ‘You know what to beautify is, I suppose?’

    ‘Yes,’ said Alice doubtfully: ‘it means–to–make–anything–prettier.’

    ‘Well, then,’ the Gryphon went on, ‘if you don’t know what to uglify is, you ARE a simpleton.’

    Alice did not feel encouraged to ask any more questions about it, so she turned to the Mock Turtle, and said ‘What else had you to learn?’

    ‘Well, there was Mystery,’ the Mock Turtle replied, counting off the subjects on his flappers, ‘–Mystery, ancient and modern, with Seaography: then Drawling–the Drawling-master was an old conger-eel, that used to come once a week: HE taught us Drawling, Stretching, and Fainting in Coils.’

    ‘What was THAT like?’ said Alice.

    ‘Well, I can’t show it you myself,’ the Mock Turtle said: ‘I’m too stiff. And the Gryphon never learnt it.’

    ‘Hadn’t time,’ said the Gryphon: ‘I went to the Classics master, though. He was an old crab, HE was.’

    ‘I never went to him,’ the Mock Turtle said with a sigh: ‘he taught Laughing and Grief, they used to say.’

    ‘So he did, so he did,’ said the Gryphon, sighing in his turn; and both creatures hid their faces in their paws.

    ‘And how many hours a day did you do lessons?’ said Alice, in a hurry to change the subject.

    ‘Ten hours the first day,’ said the Mock Turtle: ‘nine the next, and so on.’

    ‘What a curious plan!’ exclaimed Alice.

    ‘That’s the reason they’re called lessons,’ the Gryphon remarked: ‘because they lessen from day to day.’

    This was quite a new idea to Alice, and she thought it over a little before she made her next remark. ‘Then the eleventh day must have been a holiday?’

    ‘Of course it was,’ said the Mock Turtle.

    ‘And how did you manage on the twelfth?’ Alice went on eagerly.

    ‘That’s enough about lessons,’ the Gryphon interrupted in a very decided tone: ‘tell her something about the games now.’

  • DaPorkchop_ [they/she/it]@lemmy.ml
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    4 days ago

    what? i was taught cursive in primary school some point around 2010-11. this is just boomer “kids these days have it too easy” humor but for early millenials

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      Neither of the posts is that. The OP is just making a joke about being old, and the reply is parodying that exact boomer humor.