On the off chance you don't know me personally, or have never tried cheating off me on a short-response exam, my handwriting is absolutely grim.
My Cs could easily be mistaken for Os, my Es look like Ls and my Qs, well, my Qs don't really end up looking like anything (at least not anything you could remotely trace back to our modern alphabet).
And it's been this way for as long as I can remember my sloppy handwriting (or, more aptly, chicken scratch) is far from a new development. It's not like I graduated from high school and said, f*ck it, before letting my penmanship go out the window along with the rest of my academic upkeep. I've written like sh*t for as long as I can remember.
In fact, one of the most bizarre things anyone has ever said to me and let's be real, people have told me a lot of strange sh*t before happened way back in fifth grade.
After I just finished turning in an essay, my teacher divulged, you know, you'd probably make a great serial killer.