I transferred to a new elementary school the summer before 6th grade. All I heard that summer were horror stories about what a psycho the principal was. They were all true. To get into the cafeteria you had to line up, and you had to stand within the confines of one tile of the tile floor. Before you could leave the caf after lunch, you had to line up with your tray and she would come by and shake your milk carton to see if you drank it all. She did that every day.
Damn you Miss Krevier, damn you to hell.
That also reminds me of the dessert policy. There were 12 kids to a table, and they'd put a tray of cookies or brownies or whatever in the middle. You couldn't take one until you had finished your lunch. So to put your dibs in, every kid would wet their finger and touch a brownie. Hehe good times.