This happened to me in 87, when I was a 2nd Grader.
My previous school district taught us cursive in 1st grade. After we moved, I was in a school where it was not taught until 3-4th grade.
For some reason it was forbidden to write in cursive in my class, but it was all I did, and really felt like a “big kid” when I learned.
Needless to say I was very shaken when my paper was ripped up in class. One of many things I grew to dislike about where my parents moved us to.
What do these snowflakes do when asked to sign (’a signature’) in cursive? Cry to the lawyer, the employer, the insurance company???
My parents sent me to a catholic school. In 2nd Grade, maybe 1970, this nasty of bat of a nun had us drawing pictures of fruit for the Art Fair.
She saw my apple and told me it needed to be round. Mine was narrow at the bottom and wide on top, just like the Red Delicious apples my mom always bought.
She wanted symmetrical round and tore up my drawing. A little while later, she came by to inspect my round apple and it was narrow at the bottom and wide on top, just like the Red Delicious apples my mom bought. Apparently the old bat had never seen a Red Delicious apple that is narrow at the bottom and wide at the top. As I recall, I even offered to bring one in. Tore up, draw again.
Long story short, there were 32 students in class and 31 pictures of round, symmetrical red apples on the wall. My mom agreed with me because she bought red delicious apples that were narrow at the bottom and wide at the top.
I always was a little troublemaker.