When I was in primary school we were told we were taught the "proper way" to do joint writing. It's a load of bull, really. Not even cursive, we were literally supposed to join up normal z's etc. We had this girl, she'd left our primary school early on in P5 (P...4? in England) and came back at the start of P6, and she'd been taught it at another school. My teacher kept going on about how she had to stop joining up letters like J/j etc because "it wasn't the proper way to do things".Because of all the changes and experiments in education I was not taught to do joined up writing so my style is very random. Better than my poor sister though, who was taught ITA spelling in infants and was never then taught to spell properly. She has struggled with spelling all her life.
Spelling is the one thing I am good at! My Dad insisted on it. If I didn't get 40/40 in spelling tests he would want to know why! He made me write out any incorrectly spelt words 50 times each I can still spell conscientiousness!She has struggled with spelling all her life.
That brings back horrific memories. When we were in P6 and P7 we had spelling tests, but we weren't given the word to spell, oh no. We were given the meaning of the word, and we had to memorise what the words meant and learn to spell them. I could spell just fine but could I remember the words like that? Oh hell no. Luckily I always sat beside someone who was doing the same words set as I was and they'd let me see what they'd wrote. If the spelling they had was wrong I'd then give them the correct spelling, lol.Spelling is the one thing I am good at! My Dad insisted on it. If I didn't get 40/40 in spelling tests he would want to know why! He made me write out any incorrectly spelt words 50 times each I can still spell conscientiousness!