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I sometimes work with elementary school children, up to about middle school age.What Trump’s vocabulary reminds me of most is how a child talks when trying to explain something that the child has no real knowledge of. And also, Trump’s way of bad-mouthing anyone he has an issue with is strictly playground talk. When a child want to bad-moth another child, the use of words and the actual way they speak is exactly like Trump giving some rally speech. Except for the cuss words Trump uses, and even those are childish, and the children get as big a kick out of using them in public as Trump appears to.Has Trump’s vocabulary improved? Hell no. And each time I hear him speak I find it REALLY hard to believe that ANY reputable college in the entire country allowed him to GRADUATE! Unless they just wanted to get rid f him!

One of my sons had a speech impediment. He was in the public school system, in one of the top elementary schools in the state. But in order to receive routine speech therapy, we had to transfer him to a different school in a fairly nearby neighborhood.Thank goodness, a week or two later I decided to check on the 1st grade school classroom he was part of. It was shocking.It turned out they lumped all the kids with any type of developmental, emotional, or mental problems into one class. The classroom was right out of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s NestI immediately (meaning as of the next day) had him removed and transferred back to our original school.Because of his troublesome speech issue, the school administration thought he was mentally impaired and treated him as such.Later that year, in standardized statewide testing, he scored in 98th percentile. He knew exactly what was going on but had difficulty expressing it, and was literally at the top of his class. He was as frustrated as we were, and we ended up putting him in speech therapy at a local hospital.Yeah, the dumb kid graduated (private college prep) high school an international baccalaureate and was quickly accepted into college on a full ride.I shudder to think what may have happened if I did not check on that classroom that day.

We had a civil and pleasant conversation. He admired me, and I understood him. Neither of us ever mentioned elementary school bullying.Back in 6th grade I sat next to a very mean guy with top grades in class. He was my polar opposite. A lot of girls liked him despite he was rude to most of them. He was most teachers' favorite student since he was the top of our class. He was fairly good-looking with an air of confidence.He made my life a living hell by hitting my head with his books multiple times a day, making threat at me while holding a needle, forcing me to lick his desk clean when I accidentally spilled my drink, ordering me to sneak out of school to buy snacks for him despite it was against school rules, stealing my stuff, tearing my test papers into pieces, etc. He often said my mere existence made him feel like throwing up.While he was my major bully in 6th grade, I somehow thought I was indeed an inferior human being. I was unattractive, unintelligent, a stutterer and a loser. So I silently lived with all the bullying and seldom fought back.When we both left elementary school, he told me he was pretty confident that I'd achieve nothing in my life.“I’ll eat my boots if you miraculously get into a decent middle school!”Fast forward six years. By the time we both graduated from high school, I had turned my life around. I appeared on the local newspaper once due to my academic achievements. I was a relatively well-known person in my year. I was asked to give lectures to other high schoolers about how to study effectively. I participated in debate and delivered the graduation speech, and my stuttering problem wasn't obvious anymore. I was accepted by a top university.But most of all, in high school I was sort of a bully. I would make fun of the folks with bottom grades. I was pretty good with words so I'd lash out at whoever I disliked. I definitely made several people's lives a living hell. Though overflooded by all kinds of compliments, I felt insecure. I lacked self confidence. I kept feeling bad about myself. Despite the fact that I fully understood how much harm bullying would do to the victim, it actually made me feel really good about myself. It boosted my ego. At least it made me temporarily confident and satisfied.The satisfaction and confidence gained from bullying never last long. After they dissipated, all I was left with was emptiness.After high school ended, someone from elementary school decided to organize a bar night so that we could meet each other after all those years. I had lost touch with most of them already, and elementary school didn't leave me many happy memories. But I was so bored at that time, so I agreed to go.It was on the bar night that I got to see the guy who bullied the crap out of me in 6th grade. He didn't seem to remember at all that we weren't on good terms in elementary school. In fact it seemed he didn't remember what an average person I was back then.He came to me and smiled.“Hey, I read you from the newspaper a while ago. Congratulations on your admission to the university!”“Wow, thank you.” I replied, somewhat blandly.“It's brilliant. I was so honored when I told my friends that we used to be classmates and sat together every day.”So he did remember. He could probably still recall what we were like back then. I wasn't sure if he was aware of his hostility, that he had made my life a living hell, and that he had made me feel like an inferior human being for years. But I was pretty sure he had recollection of what type of person I had been.He just chose not to mention it.I felt I should ask him if he would eat his boots now. But I chose not to mention it either. Everything that had been hurtful back then did not matter to me any more, as he was inches from me, smiling and pampering me.“Wow, I'm flattered. But back then you were obviously the genius in the class. I admired you so much when you got full score in each math test. Because of you, I had even resolved to be a surgeon.”“Why?”“Because I really wanted to open up your brain and see whether your brain was structured differently from mine. Otherwise, how could you be the genius while I wasn't?”We both laughed.“Whoa, that's a long time ago. But now, unlike you, I wasn't even accepted by any big name university.” he said meekly.Our encounter was in fact really pleasant that night. We added each other on social media. Every now and then he would press like for pictures I posted online.Until today, neither of us has ever mentioned the bullying experience. We remain on civil terms. Now, he's just an average person doing a mundane job living a steady and peaceful life.The fact that I had been a bully in high school facilitated my understanding of his mindset in elementary school. It was pathetic when bullying was the only way someone could feel good about himself. In spite of the air of confidence he had displayed in 6th grade, I never really got to know who he really was under his façade.