My son thoroughly dislikes handwriting practice. And his alphabets bear the brunt of his displeasure with the entire exercise. They look like someone electrocuted them and left them hopping all over the place on their own devices.
You start out with one letter written properly, with the line: space ratio maintained but five letters down and it’s like the Titanic; sinking fast and no rescue in sight.
We do the whole cajole-growl-praise routine and somehow things get accomplished. But those letters still look like they’ve been touched by a live wire.
Siiiiigh.
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 