Lunchtime at my small prep school in Surrey UK was very much traditional in style back in the 1970s with a hall and long trestle tables on which 80 or so boys and a handful of girls sat and had their lunch. Teachers ate elsewhere but a couple of them supervised, taking it turns. I, aged 8, sat at the end of the middle table near the raised platform on which the staff sat during assemblies. Everyone was eating their puddings when a boy next to me started an argument with the boy opposite and some kicking went on under