She felt the breeze before
the brunt of the metal edge of the wooden ruler hit as it swished through the
air before it came crashing down on her knuckles.... the 5 year old eyes
watered and her hand throbbed ...what
was her crime? Picking up her pencil in her left hand. She did not even realise
it was her left hand because she got confused between her left and right hands.
It was simply the hand she used to colour in and draw.
As she sat there tears
rolling down her cheeks she wondered why, why, why was it so wrong to pick up a
pencil in her 'that' hand.
She being me... I ask myself
did that set the scene for me to have unusual handwriting? I often hear the
comment...' It looks neat but I can't read it.'
Then I saw this image ...
and what a beauty! Written just for me I think.
I don't have bad hand
writing...I have my own font.
Did this happen to anyone
else when they started school? Yes, it happened to me and countless thousands
of others who started school in the 1950's. The excitement of going to school
waned quickly as my knuckles suffered on a daily basis.And it did nothing to boost confidence.
This 'training' apparently was
for 'my own good' Miss Lowe, the googly
eyed, enormous frightening teacher towering
over me bellowed. She delighted in pointing out my 'crime' to the rest of the
class. ...That pain extended beyond the classroom. If that was not torment
enough horror of horrors was the maypole dance...Each of us round a pole with a
coloured streamer each and the idea was steps to the left and steps to the
right in sequence...I did not remember the sequence, nor which foot to put
forward...gee I wonder why????
You can guess what I am
going to say...left, left, right and there I would be with the wrong foot
forward going in the wrong direction.
Again I felt the breeze before
the brunt of the metal edge of the wooden ruler
as it swished through the air before it came crashing down across the
back of my legs.
Imagine doing that to a
child today? I know we really can't place today's values on yesterdays
actions...but that was a tough gig for a kid.
'Straighten up your page
Dianna' would be the next bellow to fly across the room. Yes like many left
hander's...I turn the page at an angle to write. So can you imagine there I sat
with the book straight, pencil in my right hand....how did I know which was
right? By this time my stinging knuckles helped give me a clue.
To say it was pure
hell....is an understatement. To say I did not care would be to tell a porkie
of massive proportions! Thank goodness it no longer standard practice...
Next time someone has a
'point of view' about your handwriting...you may like to borrow the phrase... I don't have bad hand writing...I have my own font. Be proud and confident about your writing..it is your distinction, your personality shining through.
And as a rider...did you
know that 'Everyone was born left
handed...you turn right handed when you make your first mistake!!!!
If you are a left hander and
of a certain age (how is that for delicate)...I would love to hear your
experiences of learning to write.
Just letting you all know I am switching from Paint The Ceiling Beige to my new website, the blog is within - the link is -http://diriddell.com/?p=468 I look forward to your following me to the new site www.diriddell.com and to express my appreciation for your followings and comments - I love it do keep it up!
Warm regards Di...and what
...you are asking... does this woman do?
I am passionate about mature
women having the confidence and personal presentation to support their life
choices.
If that is not happening for
you...let me help you... with one on one coaching, small group activity or
workshops...
Especially The 3B's ..Be seen, be heard and be
visible.
If that sparks your interest
contact on di@diriddell.com
or www.diriddell.com
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