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.
Terrible.
I didn’t do that so nobody knew. When I wasn’t stressed about a test, the walking-to-school time was part of my daydreaming down time.
Amazing I had enough situational awareness to survive the journey!