Writing by Hand

I've been putting off writing this card for awhile now.  It's sitting on my coffee table; a response needs to be written to my old friend turned penpal.  I love writing to her, and getting responses.  How awesome is it when you get a handwritten card?

Problem is, when was the last time you hand wrote anything?

Do you know, they don't even really teach it in school anymore?  I read this interesting article about what learning handwriting means for children, and why it matters that its missing now from school.  Now, I've heard a lot about this subject and pretended to be able to argue why it matters.  Most of it is logical, you can't write, it's harder to read, it's harder to keep up in school.  English and grammer and proper form gets lost.  Doctors scripts are illegible...

But did you know?  It helps develop linear thinking!  And a bunch of other things (read the article for more details - I refuse to rehash it here)!

In school, did you ever notice how the cheerleaders all had that same way of writing?  And you could tell a boy's handwriting write off the bat?  It seemed there were a few different styles and you could match the person to the script immediately.  Funny how self expression comes out in writing, is it not?

I'm terrified for the future.  What are these kids learning?  How homogenous will our culture become?  If our technology suddenly fails, who will have the skills to survive?  What if future generations can't express themselves?

I'm well aware I'm crazy.  But it's something to think about.  And discuss.  And maybe do something about.

Bueller.    Bueller.       Bueller.      


Bueller.......

Questionable Queues

While sitting in my economics class I realized I was in desperate need of a coffee.  In this business building, there is a Starbucks downstairs which is inevitably hosting a line of at least 10 people.  During our five minute break, I walked downstairs and saw a line of about 45 people.  Why?

I assume these people also were in desperate need of caffeine.  I also assume none of these people had the brains to walk outside for 30 seconds, cross the street, request a large coffee from one of the food trucks, pay a dollar, walk back across the street, and be back inside.  As long as it took me to do that, my classmates had moved up 3 feet in line.  If that.

HAHA. SUCKERS.  You also paid at least 150% of what I did for 75% less coffee.  Me = WINNING!

But seriously?  Why such a long line?  Why wait in such a long line?  I believe I'll file this as further evidence that groups of people are stupid.  I mean, come one.  Groups of people decided paper could beat rock, and clearly that is just not true.  Next time you get in a fight, try throwing wadded up paper balls.  Guarantee you that the person throwing rocks wins.  If they have good aim.  Or any kind of aim.

So over it

After one more whirlwind week, life will finally slow down.  I have a few pieces of good news.

Even though I was out of gym commission for a week, I still am down 10 solid lbs.  And I'm back at the gym as of today!

Liz's bday was awesome.  I am always amazed when I run into people I know at some random bar in Philly.  Ran into a few people I used to work with and some Brothers from the frat came too!

I have an interview in Wisconsin next week.  Literally a week from today, I will be at an airport having a wind-down drink waiting for my flight back to Philadelphia.  And it is stressing me out.

I went to my first Flyers game with the bf this weekend.  It was mad cool and I will probably do a post about it tomorrow.

V-day was the best ever as I spent it with a few girlfriends and we got tipsy, played games, and watched Carrie Bradshaw be a crazy biotch while Samantha got laid again, and again, and yet again. 

I got two pairs of Steve Madden boots for super duper cheap.  And they are lovely.  (Here and here are links). 

So, I'm over school.  Tonight is the night I have class with a professor who insists that we come listen to him rant about cell phones and how stupid we are while teaching us nothing about Operations Management, then hands out arbitrary grades.  In fact, he just informed us that if we used the book to answer a question on the midterm, we were wrong.  Even though his powerpoint slides confirmed that it was correct way to do the problem.  And every single person in this graduate class did the problem the same way.  But yet, he says we are flys on walls that get shat on, and we eat it.  I kid you not.  That all was just said.

In other news, I have to do a 10 minute presentation for my interview in WI.  They have given me free range for whatever topic I choose, sans powerpoint.  After brainstorming I've come up with a few ideas, but I think I'm going to talk about beer.  Because that is one of the few politically correct things I can speak intelligently about for 10 minutes.  Thanks to my $172,000 (give or take a few thousand) education.  But I figure if I put the spin on beer education that it can make people look good and expand their horizons, it'll work.  And people will remember it, hence remember me.  And hire me.

Good idea?  Or fail waiting to happen?!?!