If anything, it feels like I have drilled a hole into the side of my head and that's where all of the shorthand I have been practicing is seeping out of my brain.
After another drill session last night (is it called drill because you literally have to be as strict as a drill sergeant to not watch Coronation Street and instead do some studying? Oh, how I miss those cobbles), and throwing my pencil across the room in frustration, I formulated a plan.
I would make my five-year-old daughter Scarlett help me!
Anyone who has ever flicked through the pages of a shorthand book will know that it looks like another language, so how could a five-year-old possibly understand it? Bear with, it's a good idea, well in my opinion it is.
I mastered a plan and made cue cards so that Scarlett could hold the cards up, while I read the shorthand word out loud.
On the back I wrote the word in plain English so that she could read it, as she is a bit slow (lazy), when it comes to reading.
Ta-dah! Two birds, one stone. We both get our homework done with minimal fuss!
That was the theory, then came the practice.
My main hope in making the cue cards was to get used to reading shorthand naturally, and not just as a jumbled up scribble, and I do think that it has helped me.
By telling Scarlett and my brain that we were playing a game, it didn't seem like hard work.
Well, until she asked me to explain what I was reading, but I didn't think she was quite ready for the shorthand experience.
I told her that I would teach her when she was older, maybe.
Mummy duties completed and part shorthand, I now feel more confident about the words and understand why they are the way that they are in shorthand.
Now it's back to drilling to really get the words locked in my brain, hopefully the cue cards have plugged the hole and I can smash this shorthand tonight.
Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to work I go.
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