I don't know what is going on but for me school was like this. Primary school was fine because I had an easy time learning, the students were kind and the level of social skills wasn't that important yet.

Middle school and things got a little worse. I found a friend and we latched onto each other at break times (she was later diagnosed ADHD). Sitting in class was OK as long as the students kept calm. Even if I wasn't a star at everything, I managed well enough in the most subjects.

Junior high was bad. We had a bad school with a bad reputation and there was a lot of teasing, bullying and even physical violence. I hated classes, they bored me to death, but they were at least quite safe. Even if some teachers couldn't keep the students calm and bullying happened inside the classroom, it was better than break time. Some of my issues were exclusion (we sat 2 and 2 and I just had some classes where I sat with someone), in classroom teasing and boredom.

Breaks were hell. Usually I came early to class by 20 minutes, because the least likely place to meet anyone was outside the classroom door, everyone stayed away until it was absolute time. It was boring but I was safe. I had no friends, there was no safe place. Sometimes the school library was open and that was the safest place because there was an adult present so you didn't get more than maybe a curse word and a slap when someone passed you by. But most of the time it was closed.

If I had a long break I opted to leave school, if it was short enough I just walked or biked around, if it was really long I went to the real library that was NOT boring and SAFE.

I wasn't the only student treated bad but I was picked on a lot. What really would have helped me would have been a safe study room for the breaks. With a strict teacher present. If we had been more atypicals that break room could have been used for playing games and interaction under supervision. As long as the teacher was strict enough, class time wasn't so bad. But some teachers just couldn't do it and those classes were hell too. Once a kid snapped a rubberband at my neck for a full hour and the teacher ignored it and I ended up with a giant bruise.

Sometimes I wish it had crossed my mind to attack people. Just once they got me so mad I chased after someone who tormented me and some students actually looked scared. But I really didn't have it in me. But when I think of it I would rather be in trouble for fighting back than being someone everyone could pick on.