One day I will have the strength to write about how it feels to be the 20th out of 25, waiting for your turn to get slapped in the face, full strength, by a grown man. How each one closer to you presents a fresh dilemma how to avoid your inevitable fate. At 5 years old.
At least this boy had the option of eating the lunch or coming earlier. We got beaten for not having the right חומש on time, not having a pencil sharpener, and not having signed tests because my parents didn't have the time to look at it just yet