There was a time when only I had head lice, and only I had the treatment with the really horrible smelly lotion. (It was in summer, in the garden, and I hoped the neighbours would hear my screams, and come to my rescue.) Soon after this, my mum heard the advice "please treat all the family", so I had to have it again when somebody else got head lice! It wasn't fair!
I used to get screamingly angry about whole-class or whole-school punishments, when I was eight or nine, and I once made my feelings known in assembly, in front of the whole school (to a stunned silence, and a teacher took me aside to calm me down), and I'm still angry about some of those. But there was one occasion when I managed to beat the system, which at the time I was hugely proud of. I knew that the dreaded "practising lining up" was going to happen instead of playtime, so I asked my teacher if I could finish my work in the classroom at playtime, without saying why, and I begged and pleaded. Eventually, she allowed me to, as long as somebody else stayed as well; I persuaded a friend to join me. So I was doing something useful and fulfilling, while everyone else was doing the pointless practising lining up.