I was not a good girl at school. I always was late and sometimes I came to the second lesson, missing the first lesson. My school lessons began at 8:30, usually I came to school around that time and all was okay. Once, after one accident in Russia (I do not know what was the accident), school's doors were closed at 8:30, with the second school bell. Students who were late could not enter the school and were forced to wait for the end of the first lesson to get a bad mark in the school journal by a headteacher. The headteacher wrote names of late students into a notebook. Nobody wanted to be written.
I almost never brought school journal at high school, because I thought that it didn't make sense. The headteacher didn't love students who didn't bring the journals and said them to go back home to bring the journal. Nobody wanted to go back to take the journal.
Once students who were late with me showed me how to enter the school and were unnoticed. The way was though a recreation where labor lessons were conducted for boys. (Students learn how to cook and make something with wood at labor lessons. In my school, boys and girls were separate. There was the recreation for boys, where were all tools for lessons.)
A door to the recreation was always closed and we needed to knock to boy's teachers open the door. There were two men who taught boys. They sometimes joked when they opened the door for late students.
All students who were late, loved them, because they could go to the first lesson and didn't meet the head teacher.
Recently, I got to know that one of them died. It's sad. Thank him that always opened the door.