Small beer or G and T?

I was “remedial,” an old fashioned term for dim. I got “special” lessons. These were a rough and exclusively male affair involving joke telling, arm wrestling, conkers, crayons, and learning to spell swear words—invaluable life skills that I have used throughout my career. Unfortunately at 10 years old, my word blindness began to lift. I had to leave my poor simpleton friends for nerd section of the class, but I never forgot them. Apparently we morons are no longer herded together and separated, because it erodes “self esteem” to be told that you are stupid at the …