My dad raced motorcycles for 25 years and then taught me (and my sister) how to drive.
He used the wax-on-wax-off method and devised little drills that he made me drive over and over and over and over again.
For example, he’d take me out to a vacant parking lot (like a school on a Sunday or something) with an inch or two of snow on the ground. I was instructed to drive in a simple circle. Then I was instructed to put the car into reverse and drive the same circle backwards. “And I only wanna see one set of tire tracks in the snow, young lady!” I got that down and he graduated me to figure-eights, forward and then backwards. Then a long straight line, forward and backwards. Then a long ess curve, forward and backwards. By the time I spent 3 or 4 hours driving backwards in circles, I pretty much drove over to the DMV and nailed the driving test.
The two most helpful things to me when learning to drive a stick:
• Yes, esplain please how a clutch works, and why I’m doing what I’m doing. I am a “gotta know why” learner; knowing how something works helps me understand what I’m doing.
•When I make a mistake, don’t just let me bunny hop down the road. *Tell me what to do to *correct the mistake.
When my dad taught me to drive, that was on an automatic. Flash forward 20 years and I bought a truck that’s a stick. I now live 1,200 miles away from Daddy, so I enlisted the previous truck owner to throw in a couple stick shift lessons. I knew what to do and didn’t need much explanation, but his presence was invaluable when I started bunny hopping and, frustrated, cried out, “What am I doing wrong?” He said, “Oh. When you’re bunny hopping, you’re letting the clutch out too fast. Just push it in a little bit and it’ll stop.”
Oh. Why didn’t you just say that in the first place? 
After maybe 2 20-minute lessons, it became clear to me that the truck needed some major engine work. (I ended up having the carb rebuilt. Coupla times. Yes, it is that old, it actually has a carburator!) I managed to drive it to the shop by myself. When I picked it up, I’d schedule practice sessions for myself (using dad’s wax-on-wax-off method for myself). I’d start by driving around the block. If I could get all the way around the block without stalling or bunny hopping, then I’d extend my route by another block. Finally, I found a no-traffic side street that had the slightest incline. I practiced rolling backwards down that incline over and over until I found that sweet spot in the clutch and learned to control the motion without using the brakes.
I never once have used the handbrake. If I’m stopped on a hill and some douchebag stops too close to me, I figure it’s their problem. When you rear-end someone in this state, that’s your failure to yield, not the driver in front. If you get smacked in your front bumper by my ancient steel bumper (did I mention the truck is an old beater?) I guess maybe you’ll learn to give other drivers a bit of space on a steep hill after that. 'Cause I don’t give a damn about dents and whatnot on my truck. I bought it to abuse it.