I was a student back in 2002-2005 and for the most part it was okay. There was no air conditioning and it would frequently smell like strong manure from the fields next door -- unavoidable but worth noting here.
Three very horrible things stood out from my experience here at Confed:
1. Winter. The kids were all forced to go outside for recess in -28 windchill weather. Snow forts, snowmen, snowballs, and the climbing frame were all banned, leaving the children to do nothing but huddle together for warmth until the bell rang. In grade 7, I would often pretend to have to go to the bathroom so that I could just sit inside for a while and warm up. We would get in trouble for doing this, however.
2. The Terry Fox Run. They made a massive track out of the school yard and made all the kids run at least 10 laps (???!!!!!) of it. We would get punch cards to mark them off and get scolded for walking. I was very fit as a kid and I remember coming home barely able to walk with veins popping out of my skin from being so exhausted and dehydrated. There was a prize for anyone who made it to 20 but I only got to 16 before I probably keeled over and died.
3. Sports. We were often ranked by how good we were at sports which was quite cruel for the less athletic of us. I remember we had a chart in the class for rankings on how fast we could run. I had shorter legs than most people so I was usually one of the ones on the bottom of the chart. It can be a harsh blow to the self esteem, especially when it's because of something you can't control and for something as entirely meaningless as how fast you can run.
I had also just immigrated from another country so I was having a rough time at first trying to fit in. This was made much worse by my teacher Mrs. Moore who would call me out on words that she didn't know (waistcoat) or my accent (Scottish) and laugh at me for them, making everyone in the class stare at me like I was an alien. I addressed this with my mom who actually mentioned it to her at a parent-teacher night. Instead of quietly changing the way she acted, she pulled me out of class one day and asked me bluntly if I had a problem with her. Being shy and literally 10 years old, I said "no" and she continued doing what she always did.
There was also a dog that would get loose in the school yard somehow.
This was a long time ago so I can bet there have been changes made since I was there. On the positive side, I loved my 6th grade teacher Mr. Lecour, dress up days, events, learning French, pizza days, and the mystery person who would bake us all banana bread.
In general, the way adults treat kids is pretty unfair. But I feel that I got a heavy dose of this unfairness at Confed.