“You have messy hand-writing” -said my parents, my teachers, and basically everyone.
Yes, I know that my penmanship isn’t aesthetically pleasing to you. I know that it can be a bit hard to read, but you still try to. Perhaps I have bad hand-writing, I won’t try and deny that it isn’t typewriter perfect. Take one look at my writing and you will know that I smush my letters together so they are all connected in a weird half-print half-cursive mix. You will know that all the words slant slightly to the right. You will also know that I tend to have a problem starting from the exact left side of the page. As I write I start each line closer and closer to the center until I am no longer writing a psychology paper, it’s a poem. So yeah, I have loopy, legato penmanship. I tend to need more sheets of loose leaf than the average person because I write big and fast and I cross out a lot due to my words becoming more and more illegible. All these things are the truth, you’re truth. My truth? My truth is that I turn economics vocabulary into my own rendition of Starry Night. I swirl the the 26 characters together to form a code that, like it or not, your brain registers as words. I force you to transform guttural pictures into words that you hear me whisper in your mind as your eyes fly back and forth across that college ruled canvas. I sing into your brain silently through the use of a pen and paper. My penmanship isn’t ugly, it’s loud. It screams READ ME. The more connected and tilted my writing gets, the richer my ideas become. I’ve never been coordinated physically so it’s hard for my hand to keep up with my athletic brain. While you may not want to bother reading the words I’ve scribbled haphazardly to keep them from bursting out of my skull on their own will, you should. The messiest of my writing is the meat and potatoes that are harvested from my soul. So dear parents, teachers, and everyone else I dare you to squint your eyes tighter, go on and decipher my english research paper, you won’t regret it. And maybe, you’ll come to appreciate the kids with “bad” penmanship just a little bit more.
AcuteAnimosity 