Mom used to transcribe math and science books into Braille. I was drafted to help with the editing. Used to take a ruler and go line by line to be sure that every word was correct, that the math formulas and word problems said what they were supposed to say. (She would read the braille to me, I was looking at the print.)
Tables of contents and the index were my personal hatreds.

When I was in High School and was editing the school newspaper, and again in college, when I earned pin money by typing papers for other folks, I would be reading along and go “Wait! What? No, that isn’t whacha really mean, is it?”
I went to a small college that was big in the soccer world, and wound up having one soccer player dictate to me as it was easier then then trying to read his hen-scratch.

Reading it out loud helps to slow down the eyeballs enough so that many of the errors will jump out.

Waiting patiently…:)

Things could have been worse. You could have gotten me as a proof-reader.

A girlfriend once used a letter to me as a typing exercise. I graded it (using the Standard English Usage Manual from our high school) and returned it to her. She just barely passed.

I was told by a professor in college that the worst person to proof read any paper is he author because the brain, knowing what was meant to be said will ride right over an error. You are lucky to have good volunteers to do he checking for you. Hurry up and finish, I’m not getting any younger, ya know.

A little disjointed today are we?

I can’t proofread on screen at all well. I do much better on hard copy, reading aloud.