In case you haven’t noticed, cursive is dead. Glance at a few examples of teenage handwriting (if you can find it), and chances are good it will be print. Much of the writing on the chalkboard done these days (if you can find it) is in print because teachers are tired of the kids whining that they can’t read cursive. Many school districts don’t even teach cursive anymore. [No Child Left Behind side note: Nary a state test assesses cursive, so schools instead spend time on other things.]

I don’t know how you feel about this. Do you mourn for the loss of our culture? Do you revel at the knowledge that you now have a secret language in which to pass notes with spouses that your kids can not interpret?

The fact of the matter is: some things are more “important” to learn than others. I suspect we can live without cursive (although it will probably make family history work that much harder). My best guess at the next victim in our school curricula is roman numerals. I don’t know about you, but I don’t use them. Ever. The only time I see roman numerals is to number the Superbowls, and you know what? I don’t care what number Superbowl is being played.

What’s next?