That brings back memories of my first big humiliation aged 5 at school in Sydney. The Kindergarten teacher, Mrs Smith, played one tune as a cue for us to walk round the circle painted on the floor & another when we had to sit at our desks. One day 3 of us got it wrong & I had to hold out my hand for several sharp strokes with a ruler. I cried & she sat me on her knee & tried to comfort me. I was absolutely overcome with a sense of injustice & incensed that she dare comfort me after causing the pain. I've never forgotten the feeling of humiliation & injustice & it's affected what I've fought for ever since. But it also made me over-anxious about getting things wrong.