Brenden the Scholar

Thursday was Brenden’s first day of school at Colleyville Christian Preschool. By all accounts, he had a blast! I stayed up late after work to go along. We arrived a bit early and looked around outside, checking out the playground’s array of jungle gyms, seesaws, and tricycles. I tried to take pictures in front of the school, but he was more interested in looking around at all the cool stuff at the school than in posing for Daddy. He’d already been there a couple of times before and knew right where he wanted to go once I opened the front door: the train set in the central play area.

Jenny visited with his teacher, Miss Jennifer, while I chased him down and took him back to his room. Miss Jennifer is very nice and very tall. She reminds me of my sister’s lifelong friend Brittney, who teaches elementary school. Once in his classroom, he didn’t waste time with teary goodbyes or whining. Instead, he went straight to the Magna-Doodle and began to draw. His classroom is filled with the things you’d expect for a preschool classroom: short tables, tiny chairs, a tiny toilet in the attached bathroom, lots of toys and posters. Brenden seemed right at home, so engrossed that he pretty much forgot we were there. No drama this time on either side!

Pics from B’s First Day of School (and Fingerpainting)

Afterward, Miss Jennifer said he’d been very good and had a great time. He played well, ate most of his lunch (a concern of ours, since he can be picky), got along with the other kids, and even napped on the nap mat that YaYa made him. Our main fear was that he wouldn’t nap. After he left babyhood, he never napped with other people in the room, so we didn’t know how he would handle naptime in an exciting room full of toys and other kids. We sent Chilly, his stuffed polar bear, with him, and Chilly did the trick. He came home asking when he could see his “boys” again, so I guess he made some friends. We are very thankful that Brenden had such a good time and for such a great school.

Introducing My New Nephew

On August 26, Jenny’s sister Katy and brother-in-law Eric welcomed their first child, Ethan Edward. Mom and son are doing well. He packed 8lb 15oz into his 20″ frame and has tons of dark hair like his daddy. Welcome to Earth, Ethan!

Pics of Ethan

Is Cursive Writing Obsolete?

During elementary school, I remember thinking that learning to write in cursive was a big deal, a sign of maturity and progress. I liked the weirdness of the cursive Z and getting a new way to write my name. I practiced and practiced in school to get all the letters right. Unfortunately, handwriting of either form has never been my strength. My mother and her parents have beautiful handwriting, but I guess I missed that gene. The first time I ever got less than an A on a report card was an A- in handwriting, which was probably generous on the part of Miss George. I wrote in cursive for a while, certainly in elementary school and junior high. Then, at some point in high school or college, I switched back to printing.

I can’t remember why I switched. Perhaps my printing was a bit easier to read. Perhaps I could write faster that way. For some time I think I did both, switching arbitrarily based on my mood. Then I simply quit writing in cursive altogether except for my signature, which is a crude and ugly hybrid of printing and cursive, much different from my handwriting textbooks. Miss George would give me a solid F, or maybe a D since she liked me.

These days, I write very little by hand. When I must, I print. At work I fill out my time sheet. Sometimes I add a few things to the grocery list. When forced to snail-mail something that doesn’t have a pre-printed address, I begrudgingly write the address on the envelope. Perhaps once a month, I write a check for some weird expense. That’s pretty much it. I hate to write by hand. I can type much faster, and the result is much easier for everyone to read.

A question simmers in my head: is cursive writing even necessary anymore?

It seems odd that we teach two different forms of writing, especially when the cursive form is so bizarre in some cases (upper-case Q, anyone?) and so seldom used today except in signatures. Wouldn’t a typing class be more useful, even in elementary school? Perhaps things have changed since I was in grade school, but I didn’t take a typing class until eighth grade. By then, I had already taught myself to type using about five fingers (left index and thumb plus right index, middle, and thumb), and using all ten just felt weird to me. I’m pretty fast with five fingers and can mostly type without looking, although I’m sure I could be better using proper technique.

As our society becomes increasingly dependent on technology, it seems that we type more and write by hand less. When is the last time you hand-wrote an actual letter to someone – not a thank-you note or brief message on a birthday card, but an actual letter? I can’t remember for certain, but it was probably in college under compulsion, a long thank-you letter to the donor of one of my scholarships. I probably printed it.

What do you think? Do you still write in cursive? Is it still worth teaching to our children? If so, how long should we keep teaching it?

I’m leaning toward giving up on it in our schools within the next 5-10 years. My main concern is that future generations won’t be able to read some documents from previous generations that were written in cursive. Some are also concerned about signatures on legal documents, but there’s no requirement for signatures to be in cursive. In truth, many signatures would be much more legible if they were NOT written in cursive.

Here are a few articles about the debate:

Haiku Tuesday 2 – Babies

Thanks again for all the great haiku last week! In honor of my soon-to-be-born nephew Ethan, this week’s theme is babies.

Tiny little dudes
Smiling faces, funny words
They take all my cash

Your turn!