My handwriting is celebrated as unsteady, shaky sessions that I call “scribbles”. My sentences often look like a mixture of crooked upper and lower case letters written by a four-year-old, falling diagonal outside of notebook paper lines. My scribbles remind me of an art form. My printing is illegible much of the time due read more

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