Hi,
When I was in school, back in the days we rode our dinosaurs there and parked 'em in the swamp for the day, our teachers engaged in a learning process often referred to by today's classroom babysitters (with apologies to those real teachers who are still doing a good job out there!) as some version of "drill and kill." In other words, what we were learning was a function of "practice makes perfect" trumping "fun, exciting, challenging" or whatever other buzz terms are in vogue to describe today's "Don't make the kiddies work, they don't like it!" mentality.
We learned to print and write in cursive, for which we got a "penmanship" grade. That involved seemingly endless rows of "o"s and other similarly shaped letters, followed by more seemingly endless rows of letters made of half loops, such as "m"s, "n"s then "u"s and "w"s. Then others followed, forever, if not longer. Yeah, it was boring, but one could read what was written by even the worst "penman" in the class. And we could do that for long periods of time without crippling our hands because the teachers were death on holding one's pencil or pen correctly, rather than that crab claw grab one sees so many younger people use today.
Then we learned to spell, by spelling. In class, at home, in informal classroom spelling bees. Misspellings were circled or crossed through with red, and we were marked off for them, not rewarded with a "Well, at least you tried" trophy.
Writing itself was a challenge, but it got easier as time went by and we'd diagrammed who knows how many sentences, and turned in outlines and pencil-written drafts prior to turning in the final, copied in ink, copy. Each of those assignments also came back bleeding red at times so we knew what needed to be corrected.
After all that "light" work was done, it was time to get down to real work with arithmetic and then math. We had no calculators, so it was all done by hand. Our arithmetic assignments often required a "proof" of our work in class (I'll bet some here remember teachers telling the class to "show your work" on tests), and ALWAYS involved such a proof for my bookkeeper trained mother who checked our homework before we took it back the next day. My first "calculating machine" was a slide rule my junior year of high school. My first electronic calculator came a couple of years after college and it was just a simple 4-banger, but the top of its particular line when I got it, as it had a square root function!
Later on, after graduations from high school and college, which, given a decent foundation in grade school, weren't nearly as tough as the scare stories I'd heard before beginning either had made me think they'd be, I found out what it had all been about, when I went to work for people who demanded the ability to "do it right" the first time as part of the job. Over the years, I've worked with people who had similar backgrounds to mine, and those who'd managed to graduate by simply showing up each day and not causing trouble. It doesn't take much imagination to figure which group is easier to work with!
Was all this fun? No. It was work. But what I learned can't be taken away from me, and the skills involved, while many are simple, became ingrained to the point it's sometimes hard to understand how kids can get thru their lives today not knowing them. But enough of the past: I've rambled and gotten off track from the OP, so let's see if we can get back there.
In all this, I learned one extremely valuable lesson, which I think fits the OP's comments to a "t', as often drilled into our heads in a slightly more colorful fashion by one of my first bosses:
PROOF READ YOUR DA(R)NED WORK!
It really does help... at least when we remember to do it!
Rick C