Final Exam for Modern Youth.

@perrone1 Yep!

My two cents.  When I was in school cursive took hours of work to learn. I believe they don’t have time today.  I remember my mom putting a stack of green paper on top of the refrigerator. The paper had what looked like wood pulp in it. There were thick lines and dotted lines.  When homework was done. I sat at the table and wrote and wrote.  She would judge how close I came to the dotted lines with the small letters such as “a” and “e”.  Tears would fall, paper was torn from multiple erasures.  I would finally complete a sheet to her liking and she would pull another done for one more practice.

I read well but could remember taking one of the slower boys into a cloakroom (old schoolhouse my parents went to) and having him read to me.  The teacher didn’t have time to sit with a third grader who didn’t read well.  I never knew how much I helped him.  The next year we were redistricted to a school in a new town and the school was so crowded we were divided into sections (4-1, 4-2, 4-3).