Actually, I never felt like I had any hang-ups, I figured other people had them. In Grade 11 or 12, Social Studies had major Canadian history content, including Louis Riel and the "Riel Rebellion." I'll never forget that class, and I don't imagine the teacher ever forgot it either. This is absolutely word for word from the textbook: "After the execution of Louis Riel, the native people of Canada became a ragged remnant clinging to the hem of civilization." I won't ever forget those words. In all of my school years, I'd never yelled at school, but that was my moment. I went ballistic. The teacher yelled at me for about five minutes, and then sent me to the office where the principal yelled some more. I'm surprised they didn't strap me. The principal called my father at his office and told him what I'd done. Then my father yelled at him. And that night we didn't have supper at home. My father took my mother and me out to the town's "fancy" restaurant, where people usually went for wedding anniversaries and birthdays. He was so proud he was bursting his buttons.
Years later, after my father had died, I was visiting my mother in that town and I took her out to dinner in the same restaurant. The teacher who'd yelled at me was in there with his wife, and he had the decency to come over and apologize. It was the year they had put Louis Riel on a postage stamp.