Hahahaha. Slap is nothing. When I was in Kindergarten (American grade for 5 year olds) we were having story time, and my friend started talking to me. And I told him to be quiet cause I was trying to pay attention. My teacher got all mad, cranky old bitty that she was, and she got up yelling at me about being quiet. When I tried to explain myself she picked me up off the floor (We were all on the floor on a rug) By my hair. And this wasn't a slow gentle thing she ripped me right up onto my feet then dragged me to a desk where and sat m down and I sat there the rest of the day.
Now this was 23 years ago I wonder if theres a statute of limitation on how long after we can go crazy and make demands.
Cause I would've been the male version of Hermione if it was not for that old bat. I swear my respect for school died that day. I also experience a sense of rebelliousness that day that I didn't act on but I so wanted to take the type writer on the desk i was sitting at and through it to the floor storm over to my cubby grab my book bag and walk out the door and go home early.
Instead for 2 weeks I left for school with my twin sister older brother and older sister every morning, slowed a bit let them get ahead of me when I was far enough behind I would turn around go to my friends house and play with him until he had to go to school in the afternoon. (Kindergarten is half days I was morning and he was afternoon.) I would've kept doing this if it hadn't been for my mom catching me playing out front with my friend. I guess we should have played further from my front door. I did have a close call before my mom caught me. Two women I didn't know tried to grab me at the gate to the school field I would walk through to get to school, and they tried to drag me off to school, or some other nefarious location. But they couldn't break my grip on the fence so they gave up. I probably kicked them a few times as well
The whole experience mad me afraid of teachers. So much so that I peed my pants in the computer lab later that same year because I was afraid the young lady that was watching us was just as much of a bitty as my old bat of a teacher. I left one wicked puddle in my seat when i left though
That old bat didn't stop at pulling my hair, she went as far as flunking me. Flunking me from KINDERGARTEN. Seriously how the hell does one flunk kindergarten unless they have downs or its some kind of conspiracy. Well lucky me we moved that summer cause my Dad was in the Air Force, and he took a year assignment to Diego Garcia. And the rest of my family moved to another state while he was away.
In my new home when it was time to go to first grade my mom gave me the choice to repeat Kindergarten,, go to first grade or try this weird extra grade that Oregon has called 'Junior First'. Well I thought it over with my 6 yo brain and I came to the conclusion that if Kindergarten teacher equaled old bitter that pulls hair, then first grade teacher equals older bitty that kicks and spanks. Well I didn't want to go back to Kindergarten but I was in no hurry to experience the First grade level of teacher brutality, So I decided to take my chances with 'Junior First'.
In conclusion if it wasn't for the fact that my junior first teacher was a damn cool dude, and then my first few months of first grade my teacher was cool as well, and then my new first teacher when we moved to Utah was also very nice, and cute BTW. Then Kindergarten would have never recovered from the brutality I experienced.
And that Concludes my WALL of TEXT.
TL;DR- I got my Hair pulled in Kindergarten. Played hooky for 2 weeks. Almost got snatched by stranger women or they were just ****' trying to take me to school. Mom caught me playing hooky, made me go back to school. I peed in a chair in comp lab because I feared adults. READ the WALL of TEXT If you want more than that.
PS. I think the Old Bitty was going through Menopause that year.