Small public school in central New York State. I don't know about other schools in the region in those years.
It was a mess.
I had to leave early one day, to make the trip to attend my uncle's funeral. It was all arranged with the school. When it came time to leave, I was on my way down a flight of inside stairs when I was stopped by a teacher whom I didn't even know, who shouted down from the top of the stairs. "Where do you think you're going?!?" I told her I had to leave to go to my uncle's funeral. "You get back here right now!" I told her, "I'm going and you can't stop me!" She went on with threats and guff, as I headed out the door.
In those days, children were taught that adults were to be trusted and obeyed without question. I never told my parents about any of the incidents until many years later. If I had told my father, at the time, let's just say that I don't think things would have went well for those people....