the other posters posts are very interesting.
there was a teacher who i had (in one of my mainstream schooling episodes) who was called mr "bogone", and i did not hear him introduce himself, and all i saw was his name written on the blackboard. i addressed him as mr "bog one", and he became annoyed and told me his name was pronounced like "bug-own-ee", but i told him that in australian, his name was pronounced as "bog one", and he said that his was not an australian name, and i told him that that was why he was pronouncing his name incorrectly in the australian language.
the class was disrupted, and i was told to go outside and calm down. i went outside and i then decided that i was going to go home which caused more problems
a few weeks later, he was going on about his activities in the vietnam war, and he related a story where he and his comrades were ambushed by enemy machine gunners as they walked through the forest. i did not process the information with relevance to his current presence, and i asked "did you survive?".
he said "are you serious?!? what kind of question is that?!?" and i said "so i suppose you were not killed then", and the class went beserk with ridiculing laughter at what i said, and that was when i was segregated into another class which was for "inferior" thinkers, and because my psychologists were keenly observing my progress in mainstream schooling, they pulled me out of that school, and back into the adolescent unit i went. i liked the psychiatric unit where i spent most of my childhood, but nothing i did that sent me back there was contrived.