It was 2nd-grade math in which I staged my one formal protest in public school. Every morning there were multi-columned addition/subtraction problems on the board, which we had to copy and work through. I found the whole thing so mind-numbingly boring, day in and day out, that I started balling up my paper half-finished, and shoving it into my desk. When the teacher started grading papers, she'd notice mine missing, and ask where it was. I'd fold my arms and say, "I didn't do it!"
I suppose she could have given me a zero at this point, and I'd have failed 2nd grade math. Instead, she asked the girl sitting next to me to please find my paper in my desk (I pretended badly that I couldn't find it), and then the teacher would smooth it out, and ask me to please finish. I complied.
I don't think I protested every morning, but it was definitely not an isolated incident, either.
Dysgraphia was not a factor.
