Do you remember when you got something wrong at school and had do it again and again and again until you got it right? My personal purgatory was spelling.
It always has been, even at university. Finally my dean sent me off to an educational psychologist who, after several tests, was very flattering about my IQ but derogatory about my spelling, reporting to the dean that I had a spelling age of a 13-year-old.
Not much has changed during my career and I must have ruined the spelling of at least three PAs.
Repeating all of those spelling lists again and again was like pushing a rock up a mountain: impossible! ‘Impossible’ was reputed not to be ...