Remember that handwriting course I mentioned earlier--the bane of my very existence for the next 5 weeks? Well, the folks at Zaner-Bloser are who I get to blame. So in my post-nightmare delerium this morning I decided to dedicate a song to the monsters of manuscript, the critiques of cursive:
(Sung to the tune of "Camptown Ladies")
Zaner-Bloser stole my mind,
Doo-dah, doo-dah,
I can't draw circles or straight lines,
Oh, the doo-dah day.
My loops and checkstrokes suck!
The slants and shapes take luck.
I'll get carpal tunnel or I'll go blind,
Oh the doo-dah day.
:)
How creative! Michelle would love to see this page. I know she hated that class.
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