Angry Chicken posted on penmanship practice sheets. Only, these are different. Instead of long, long chains of (say) connected Ts and Os (as I remember from penmanship practice), you can actually make sayings on these.
"Oh No You Didn't" heh.
You can make your own here and it occurs to me, if you wanted very precise, schoolteacher-like font for an embroidery project, that would be a fairly good way of making up your guidesheets.
Penmanship and I have a long and sad history. I think I once talked about how I was kept out of the (newly formed!) Gifted and Talented program at my grade school because one teacher expressed concern about the quality of my penmanship. So instead of getting genuine Nerd Cred by going to the Smart Kids classes, I had Remedial Handwriting. Which of course did even less for my popularity than having Nerd Cred would have. The nasty children I went to school with assumed Remedial Handwriting meant I was either a "spazz" or a "'tard." (Kids can be unimaginably cruel). Yes, I know, today they'd get "referrals" for using those kind of words, but I suspect today they'd just have different words to use.
And I STILL can't write neatly. So a fat lot of good all that did me.
(Even worse? A few years later, when I was 13 and had braces, it screwed with my speech and gave me a lisp. And one of my teachers made me go to SPEECH THERAPY. You can imagine how I was treated by my peers for that).
Merciful heavens, some days I wonder how I ever made it through grade school. (Actually, I do know: by retreating inside my head and making up stories, and never ever making eye contact with kids in the hallway). And I think the reason today why most of my friends tend to be older than I am is the simple fact that those years - especially 7th grade - whispered into my developing psyche, "Never trust your peers."
Being different is good when you're an adult but it can certainly suck eggs when you are a child.
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i develop a lisp every time i get dental work. ANY kind of dental work. takes me a week ormore to get rid ofit. what unutterable horse hockeys!
Sad to say it was third grade for me. My intensely cruel math teacher was also my homeroom teacher so I got it coming and going. Pretty much cried twice a day. I don't know why I never mentioned it to my mom (also a teacher in my school district) but . . .
as a college student, I ran into that teacher working at the public library in my hometown and I had to leave without checking out the books.
I can only hope I am much happier than she ever was.
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