I despised school starting in first grade. By the time I got to second grade, I was horrified because I realized that HS graduation was an eternity away.
Over the summer months (at least in the first few years) I’d forget the misery, and look forward to the first day of school. Then before the first week was out, I was well aware that it was going to be a lonnng way until June. :(
I have few memories of 1-12th grade, except that I hated it. Kindergarten was pleasant enough though. I enjoyed one class in HS which was one semester. It interested me greatly. Otherwise, the experience was dominated by drudgery and stress.
I don’t even like thinking about it now. Wish things had been different. I admired others who could focus and had a purpose and made their education meaningful. All I wanted to do was bolt. No adult ever noticed that there was a problem. I just figured that’s the way it was, so it did not occur to me to say anything. I was probably right about that.
At least back then, the subjects were real and there were standards for functional results. What’s going now is an abomination on any number of levels.
In the first grade, on the walk to and from the school, I would scream and chant as loudly as I possibly could, I HATE SCHOOL!!!!” I would do this at other times, as well.
My mother would ask me to stop doing this but I continued throughout the school year. As I moved into second grade I had stopped. By then, I had gone through all the stages of grief. I was in a state of numb and depressed acceptance.