I just read that today is National Handwriting day. And I want to say thank you.
The image you see there is my impeccably neat cursive handwriting. Taught to me by the wonderful Ms. Colon of St. John Vianney School in the Castle Hill area of the Bronx. The school closed in 2010 due to cuts. Some people don’t value education anymore, most people undervalue the merits of private school as well.
I am no longer a practicing Catholic. There are things that I just don’t agree with that go on in All religious institutions, and the Roman Catholic Church is just one of these. I still hold beliefs and have a very strong faith which I consider deeply important to me, as well as intensely personal. However there is something that I do feel strongly about. If I had not gone to Catholic School as a child I would not be as smart, independent, or self-aware as I am today. I belive it whole heartedly.
Being raised in The Bronx, in the house my grandparents bought the year I was born, we were not rich. We were not poor either, we were just in the middle. Everyone worked, and we all lived in the same house. My Grandparents, my aunt, my mom, myself and my brothers. They could afford to send all four of us (my aunt and brother are the same age) to catholic school. We hated it. There was a lot of homework, a mean nun (who was not really mean at all, had a heart of gold and devoted her life to all of us) and we had to go to church. As kids, we thought it was rough, and we hated it. But as an adult, I am so grateful for the experience.
Living in a neighborhood with a mix if homes, apartments, and public housing buildings all around in the middle of the 80′s in NYC, was full of adventure. Because of it, I think I have been a grown up all my life. For instance, I know what gunshots sound like on New Years Day, I know what someone under the influence of crack looks like, and I know how to play manhunt in the projects. I learned about other dangers, 1990 was a particularly rough year for our little neighborhood. I grew up fast in my little corner of the world, and grew up prepared for danger, as well as joy.
Of all the little things I learned in SJV in my 5 years as a student there, the most important was how to write. Not only how to write on paper, but how to make script, and how to make words. My first year there I didn’t know much writing. I was a print writer. This is what I was taught in my previous schools and I was left-handed, which made all the books hard to follow. It wasn’t until Ms. Colon sat me down with a cursive book and turned it to the left hand slant position that I was able to even make a cursive ABC.
This wouldn’t have happened in public school, and it didn’t because I was there for three years. Never once did a teacher take pity on my and show me how to do something. I was in fourth grade and hadn’t learned how to write properly, or even clearly.
Because of St John Vianney School and Ms. Colon, I learned to write confidently as a left-handed writer and then went on to teach my little cousin, who is also left-handed (and newly added an ESQ to her name) how to write like me.
That’s when education changed for me. I had hurdled this one obstacle. Nothing was a hard as learning to write in the cursive form, at least not for me. After that I was able to master new things, like Algebra, and Science, and Reading two books a week. I felt that if I could take risks in learning, I could learn more. I joined the Chess Club and learned about strategy. I joined the girl scout troop and got a zillion badges. I joined the Recorder Club, and learned music, sang in the school plays and learned music as another language.
Of those things, I still can play the recorder, yes, I still sing, if given bribes, and have learned many more instruments in my years. But the one thing that I still do, that I think Ms. Colon would be most proud of is I still write, in cursive, every day. I keep a journal, and write in it. The image above was part of today’s entry. The post you just read was transcribed from my cursive notes taken this morning. So thank you Ms. Colon, for teaching me to write and inspiring me to learn.
Do you still write in cursive? How’s your handwriting?








