Are you kidding me?? Almost every day! I was shaken, dragged, had my cover taken and was told off… It was more a matter of not wanting to go though. Haha, that reminds that the first place we lived when I was in first grade (we moved while I was in 1st grade), I would go up the hill then around the playground rather than on to school and would stand there wave at my mother who was in the window. I never “understood” her frantic pointing in the direction of the school, and I never “heard” her shout “Get going!”
An older girl who had taken it upon herself to gather the little children and follow us to school was nagging at me but I just ignored her. What was the rush anyway, it was just school. I came late a lot. At that age I’d stop and look at everything on my way to school. Nothing interesting popped up on my way home. Gad I hated school! I was so miserable I was queasy for the better part of 3 years and was sent to a specialist to see if there was anything wrong with my stomach area.
The next person never hated school that much.