As "school" is just getting started up again here in most of the US, I ran across this cartoon the other day and thought it was just too cute.
Oddly enough, our experience, especially with my son was different. The college part was close to the truth, but not the early schooling part. When my wife and I took our then 5 year old to his first day of pre-school, we were nervous. Obviously, this was going to be a big change for him. We took him to the school, run by an elderly woman, whose husband had been a WW1 vet, and hadn't worked since (gassed, you know). In any event, our son went upstairs to the classroom, while we stayed to talk to the teacher. She told us that, normally, the kids would come downstairs after 10 minutes or so when they realized their parents weren't there. We waited for over 20 minutes; no kid. Finally, we went upstairs to see what was going on. There he was, with 2 or 3 other kids, playing with some toys. He never even looked up. We finally called to him to tell him we were leaving, and he waved to us and his look said "What are you still doing here?" My wife was much more devastated at leaving him than he was at being left there.
That was true for my oldest son as well. When I had a "falling out" with my Father in the early seventies, we moved to Denver (Aurora) and I went to work in a steel fab. plant as a Boilermaker's fitter's apprentice working the graveyard shift. This was fine as it allowed both my wife and I to work without our boy being alone at anytime, one of us was always home. At anyrate, one morning when Jason was just about to turn five he got on the bus with his best friend Rex, and went to school. I discovered him missing when I looked out and he wasn't at the playground were he usually was inside the apartment complex! Panic city. Called everybody, called my wife and she got an emergency leave to come home and man the phone. I started going to every home I could think of where he might be, she was on the phone. With no "Call Waiting" or any of this new-fangled stuff, the school principle had to call our apartment manager and he came to our place and informed my wife that Jason was safe at school, but about to be sent home. You should have seen that forlorn little boy being brought home, all alone on that big old bus. He couldn't understand why he couldn't just "go to school", all his friends were doing that, and he couldn't wait to get old enough. The second son wasn't that way, getting him to school was like pulling teeth.