Yes, and I was one of them. When I was at school, you changed school at what would now be year 3.
I hated my first school with a passion. I was bored shitless, as I could read fairly well when I started, write a bit, and "got" number stuff very easily. They stopped me going up to the next school a year early when they realised I was an August birthday, so would have been 12-23 months younger than the rest of the class. I spent a year reading and doing boring crap on my own.
My next school was better, there was a group of geeky kids and we all stuck together, we were groomed for the 11+, which suited me, and generally pandered to because we were swots. But I still didn't really like it.
My (independent grammar) secondary was dire. I was very rebellious and hated everything except English, Latin and drama. I found their stupid rules about uniform and where you could and couldn't go absurd. My friends were a like-minded group of rebels, and they practically gave up on us. They even turned a blind eye to us smoking behind the pavilion when we should have been doing games. We must have been a nightmare.
I thought it would be better in 6th form, but it really wasn't and I left at the end of lower sixth.
My DB absolutely hated school, too, and his school was very different. Almost makes me wonder if school-hating is genetic, or if our parents somehow made us disrespectful of authority. I feel bloody sorry for the poor teachers that got lumbered with either of us.