I was placed in the "retarded" class in first grade

This story reminds me of that old fact of incandescent bulbs - far less than 1% of the energy from the burnt coal at the power plant is converter into useful light in the home by the incandescent bulbs.

There is so much loss of potential due to constraints and limitations in people and environments.

By modern standards, this person's teacher was a neo-Nazi idealogue promoting the segregation of a cripple so she could spend more time on kids with average abilities.

It's downright bizarre that people call Trump a "Nazi", but not a person who literally removes disabled, functional kids from regular classrooms because she doesn't believe the disabled kids should have the same opportunities with a little extra cost.

Back in the early 1960's when I was in junior school. There were some seriously deranged brutal sadists in my school.

Corporal punishment was legal back then. The cane and slipper were used without any oversight or control. They were free to beat the living day lights out of any children they considered uncontrollable, difficult or just simply naughty.

My first caning was because I did not have a school uniform. Isn't it wonderful that a psychopathic teacher caned a child because his parents were so poor they could not afford a school uniform.

I saw this cunt in a pub in my early 20's, he was lucky to leave without serious injury.

I got school detention every day because I did not wear a school uniform.

They did not think for one moment that the responsibility for not having a school uniform lay with my parents. How could I afford to buy a school uniform.

I got punched multiple times in the face and body by a Gym teacher, because I kicked a volley ball. I was 14 years old. He was a short welsh cunt. Mr Parry!!

He order me into the changing rooms, threw his large bunch of keys at me, Once in the changing room he punched in the face, splitting my lips and banging my head against the wall. I put my hand to my face and he punched me in the bollocks. I covered my face and bollocks with both my hands and he punched in the stomach. Whatever was left uncovered he punched me there. This went on until I started to cry.

He was also my form teacher. I was too frightened to go to school, so I truanted for the next 20 months until I was 16. I left school with no qualifications or any respect for those in authority.

The powers that be then wondered, why we had so many damaged violent people in Society.

Fortunately this happens very rarely today.