Not eating the kidney from a steak & kidney pie. Got kept in through lunch break, watching my friends play outside, cold kidney before me. The day I left that school (age 11), found said kidney in my desk, wrapped in a hanky inside a felt purse made during “needlework” class. Long ago. Bitter? Moi?
I think I learned virtually zilch at seniors. Most of the teachers were awful. I did like sport though. Pleased to say the school has improved a lot since those days.
In 8th grade I walked down the ramp on the left side of the hall instead of on the right when there were no other students around and a teacher berated me for it (she was hated by most of us)
oh, me every day in 11th grade (my brother drove us and my homeroom was as far away as possible from the student parking. i had detention at least once a week for all the tardies i got)
I had something like that once. One of our classes, we had to line up outside the room and could only go in once the teacher got there. I'd been to the nurse for some painkillers as I had a headache and was unwell, and got there just as the class was being allowed in. Punished for lateness.
crying because i was spit on by a racist older kid. i was yelled at for making a 'scene'. i was in third grade and the only Black kid in school. it turned out great 'cause my mom and my friend's mom (white) went to school the next day.
1) #4 and #5 on varsity had the control required to not break anything
2) there were 2 inches of snow on the court—where else were we supposed to play?
3rd (4th?) grade. A bunch of kids were laughing. I didn’t know why, but didn’t want to be left out, so I laughed too. Teacher asked “what are you laughing about?” and I said “nothing” - sent me to the principal. He asked why, and I said I didn’t know.
They sent me back to class. So embarrassed.
My Maths teacher called his son Zebedee. We all thought it was hilarious but obviously nobody said anything to his face. Unfortunately one day in class, caught up in a moment of overstimulation and emboldened, I cockily asked the teacher why he hadn't considered 'John'. That got me a bollocking
First ever day at school, I got into my one and only fight.
Over who put the wendy house away. Both myself and another lad wanted too. So we ended up fighting over it.
Please don't laugh!
#2: 4th grade teacher chewed me out because I wouldn’t drop my new friends to play only with my previous friend (said friend had not attended for months and I had had to make new friends. Turns out BFF had been SA’d by her uncle but of course no one told me anything; I thought she’d moved).
If anything we use to be a huge town, now turned city, so I couldn't tell you where the random comment came from, most likely the teacher felt attacked for some reason even though I was just a child in school.
We had a group project and I told my group that I didn't want to be the group leader because that role always fell to me. The teach got mad and yelled at me in his office for an hour. Basically, he said I was smarter than the other kids so I needed to do more
About a month later, they made me do a speech for my high school graduation so I just roasted that teacher and told everyone how horrible he was at his job
I once had a teacher who quietly deducted points from several of us because she'd offered optional work for extra credit, and we didn't do it.
Her explanation when my mother went in to ask about my abnormally low mark was that "They were better students, so I would have expected them to do more."
And just because it's extra ridiculous, the dress code allowed vests that zipped or buttoned, no snaps, as long as they were in the uniform colors. Green, White or navy blue. It didn't specify a material.
This was when those fleece Old Navy vests were super popular late 90s, early 00s.
It wasn't until the vests got trendy and nearly every kid owned one that they updated the policy to say that the vests couldn't be fleece.
I continued to wear it, because I didn't give a shit. They only banned fleece specifically because it was popular and why allow kids to feel any happiness?
Also, though, if it makes all y’all feel any better-there is now literally nothing that you can do beyond bringing a deadly weapon to school that will get you in any real trouble. All behavior is just a form of communication. Students are allowed to run wild without consequence. So there’s that.
I was at a urinal peeing and a teacher came in to tell us there was no hanging out in the bathroom and grabbed my shoulder and I told him “ I’m hanging out if you know what I mean” and he took me to the office and tried getting me expelled. They asked why he grabbed me while I was peeing and didn’t
I also got in trouble for punching a boy who called me, well, the f-slur (he was being homophobic) again and again and again and again and again, over and over and over and over, day in, day out, for years
One day, he said it yet again and I just snapped. I punched him in the face.
got a detention during mandatory "quiet minute" at the end of the day in grade 6, for either saying "Excuse me" after i sneezed, or saying "Bless you" after another kid sneezed
i think that was an early radicalization moment for me
"you mean... i have to stay late & do [whatever bullshit detention exercise they made kids do] because i tried to be POLITE?" i distinctly remember saying this, but it got me more detention minutes i think. Fuckin BULL SHIT
Another student ripped the front pocket of my shirt (taking part of the shirt with it) and I wasn't allowed to serve detention (for something else) until I obtained a fresh shirt or I would get an extra detention for not being able to serve the one I already had. Context: we had uniforms.
I Was in first grade and trying to write a poem. I needed to rhyme the word Duck. I started (out loud) going down the alphabet auck, buck, etc. because I was in first grade and that’s how rhymes worked.i didn’t even know I said a bad word until my parents questioned me after they were brought in.
We would line up to go to lunch, PE, or an assembly, and one kid would go down the line saying a letter of the alphabet for each kid. Everyone had to be in line before they got to Z. One day, a girl got to F and then went U-C-K. And that’s how I learned the F word.
I used to do the same thing to try making up new words when I was in Kindergarten.
I was thinking about the huge ditch behind my neighborhood and ended up getting my seat changed for saying Bitch
Running around the playground playing “army”, we all ducked under the teacher and I stood up too soon showering myself with her scalding hot black coffee. Hauled to the staff room to wait outside; I legged it and went back to the classroom. I was 4. Yes the burns healed, thanks for asking Mrs Bunny.
Wearing a pretend nose ring (clamped on), then justifying it by saying that Indian girls can wear them, so I should be allowed to. In 1990 or so, no debates were allowed.
There was a girl on the bus making fun of me, I said something back, she responded, and I said “oooh fancy retort” and she, having the vocabulary of a normal child who doesn’t read books, told the bus driver I called her a R-word. Neither one of them knew the word retort, apparently.
4th grade, I was forced to go to a Christian school. Valentines day, someone asked me for some of my candy, and I said, "No, you're fat." The preacher / principal beat me with a long wooden paddle with holes in it and I couldn't sit down for a week. And more when I wouldn't ask god for forgiveness.
That sounds like one of those dumb post-Columbine rules.
At my middle school certain color combinations were banned because they were associated with gangs, but they refused to tell us which colors specifically.
Yeah I was going to say the same, sounds like they were trying to stop kids from glorifying those shooters. I do remember black duster jackets were really popular with nerds back then, and those were banned in my school
They specifically made a rule at my first (public) high school that you could only wear khaki or navy pants and solid collared shirts. When enough parents complained, the following year they allowed black pants so long as it wasn't with a black shirt. Because looking "gothic" was against the rules.
Yeah, I'm pretty sure that was the reasoning at my school too. I hated those stupid polo shirts so much. But I think they ended up getting rid of uniforms altogether a couple years after I left.
I would have preferred full uniforms, as would most of the students, rather than the dress code we had that specified certain brands of shirts we could wear.
I did have my own rule made because of me in the dress code that's still there. Socks must be solid colored and match, even if not visible.
Before I had to wear compression socks for medical reasons, I had a collection of random fun patterned socks. Tie-dye, rainbow, cats, polka dots, a little bit of everything. Given my organizational skills being generally abysmal, I rarely had matching socks. I just wore whatever socks I could find.
I got bored in a high school programming class (Visual Basic I think) and there was an empty PC next to me. I figured out sockets and built a little messenger app between them. Got sent to the principal's office for unauthorized use of the network.
Doing algebra at the boards with a problem the teacher JUST put up and didn't "show my work" I didn't need to, I could see the answer in my head. He said I cheated.
What? You JUST made it up and put it on the board!? Am I psychic?
This was the bane of my existence. I could do it faster in my head, so I did it in my head, then got bad grades for not showing my work, stopped bothering to do it in my head, gave up trying at all, and basically forgot how to do it and spent the next 20 years thinking I sucked at it.
Then I decided to go to college to be an accountant for some reason. Had to get my GED because I finished HS with an out of state mail-in program, and it turns out I'm fine at math... When it isn't taught like shit.
This is mine! Algebra, the teacher didn't actually understand the material, so rote taught one method...that made no sense to me. Had my dad show me his way (engineer with that brain), and showed that work, and she said I had to show it her way. Parent teacher conference did NOT go how she expected.
My 8th grade math teacher gaslit me all the time like this, and put me on the slow-track for h.s., convinced me I was bad at math. took 20 or so more years til I got my groove back.
Condolences.
I did this on a test once and another kid accused me of cheating. The teacher said “no she can just do it all in her head.” Shout out to him, he was a real one
I got in trouble for not showing my work all the time. I could do it in my head but if I wrote it out I inverted numbers and couldn’t detail my mental shortcuts.
It's tough when you don't even know why you can do it in the ways you do! But when other people can't see in their head what you see in your head, it's nearly impossible trying to explain!
Write the answer at the bottom and then do the working on top.
I also used this for essays, I'd write the text, THEN write the spiderplot and plan once I knew how the essay went.
My English teacher turned a blind eye to when I wrote it as long as I did it, because it was important for the GCSE exam.
Yeah. My English teacher during my GCSEs was really good, young, just out of training, so knew lots of theory, and was also able to blindside the more old-fashioned head of subject when needed.
We had to do Shakespeare, she gave us the Reduced Shakespeare Company versions.
Great teacher.
This is the only way I can write essays - write down everything I know, then see what thesis it proves, then organize it. Then I have my outline, and 90% of my essay.
I got in trouble for doing complex (for 6th grade) math in my head and not showing my work. I needed the challenge to make it interesting for my brain.
B. Sci. Magna Cum Laude now w/a lot of math under my belt.
That's awesome. I LOVE math, but have a BA in History with a CJ minor. Math is great because it's universal-It's the same no matter what language you speak. 😁
That sounds like my entire academic career. I really have always tried to show my workings and tried to overexplain when asked to, but I simply cannot get my head around whatever it is that isn't obvious to other people.
I get severe migraines with nausea and light sensitivity. When they hit, I'm on the floor in the dark for hours.
One time, this happened on first day of a new semester in high school. My biology teacher didn't like that I missed the first day of class and had it in for me the rest of the year.
I knew a guy who got visited by the police because he got mad at someone on IRC and sent their ISP a massive (for the day, around 20 years ago) ping. Apparently he disrupted service for an ISP that served about half of the IRC offender's state at the time.
I put my previous home address on an emergency contact form on day #1 in a new school in the 7th grade. My new school was 300 miles from my previous address, and we didn't have a permanent address in the new town yet.
Once got told off by a supply teacher for "not working" - admittedly pen wasn't to paper at that precise moment but it was because I had paused to think about how to work out a maths problem. She didn't like me explaining this.
I moved continents or countries every 3-4 years before the age of 11. Schools got mighty annoyed at the "wrong" writing I did. My handwriting is an unholy mishmash of styles, mostly US cursive with modifications. One headmaster dubbed it "an illegible arachnid scrawl" in a report card.
I thought this was quite rich coming from him, as his handwriting in report cards looked like a EKG trace from a patient in asystole with some random activity spikes.
I could have gone to med school, but I didn't like the thought of dealing with people that much. Vet school too much animals in distress and... people.
Really weird that US schools teach young kids to write in block letters and then expect them to learn cursive later. In the UK it's taught from the beginning. Much easier to get good at writing the longer you have to practice!
The funny thing is they teach us cursive in like 2nd grade and then completely forget about it. Other than signing your name you don't see it after that. Got to SAT's/PSAT's in high school and had to write out a passage in cursive and the way we were all scratching our heads is still so funny to me.
Bizarre! I'm in awe of school teachers up to about Y7 in the UK because, as far as I've seen, kids' writing is really hard to read while they're learning to join letters together. My kids would bring work home and it was incomprehensible to me, but the teacher had been able to grade it! :-)
Same with Montessori schools. Cursive starting at 2yo. Children lack fine motor control, so early on they can't draw the straight lines required by print - but they can all manage loops and squiggles. Maria Montessori recognized that developmentally, cursive was easier/more natural for them.
Omg, I was just going to write the same thing! First grade, moved to a new school. Wrote my name (my mother taught me, too) and got screamed at in front of everybody as if I killed the teacher's puppy.
I got bollocked for writing k's "wrong". I do it kinda like a V then add the line down to the right. Granted that might be unusual but it very clearly looks like a k and my handwriting is excellent. Still fuming about that.
Wet day at school. 3 of us looking out the window, we see another kid show up outside, kid next to me shouts "THERE'S JOHN, OOOOH OOOH OOOH" (like a monkey noise).
Teacher makes all 3 of us miss break because one kid couldn't have made all that noise on their own. At no point did I make any noise
Once I took a test in P.E. (on sports rules) and the last page was missing, which I didn't know. I got a bad grade and the teacher would not listen to me until my parents got involved. Just the paradigm of dumb phys ed teachers.
Giving my English teacher a nervous breakdown by jumping out of the window with classmates at random times in y9 for a whole year. Also being heavily stoned in y13 chemistry and pointing out the teachers mistakes for an hour while chuckling uncontrollably
Oh, lord, this reminded me...someone found out the English teacher we all hated was claustrophobic, so we all moved our desks forward a half inch or so every day when she had her back turned. We had two sections in on it. 🙄
My dad had a sub in grade 9 and when she left the room for a minute he led the whole class out the window to hide. She came back and panicked and went to get the principal, and by the time she came back with him the whole class were back at their desks, quietly studying.
I was sent to the principal's office for "audible yawning".
The theater director heard me yawn & off I went 🤷🏼♀️
That's when corporal punishment was used for everything. Didn't call your parents to ask permission or to notify them you got swats.
Yawn = multiple (lift you off the ground) paddle swats
Sounds like a smooth way to teach people to be used to too much policing tbh. Kids should be able to make mistakes and be silly. I’m sorry it’s like that 🥹
yeah, it's pretty miserable in american schools. i'm so glad i'm not in school anymore (especially because some of the school rules tend to be... pretty weird.)
ladies weren't allowed to "show off" their shoulders or bra straps, but i saw a guy in one of my classes literally take off his shirt & make a big deal out of it in front of the whole class. he got... a warning. if one of the girls in class had done that, she would've absolutely been *suspended.*
Saying “that’s bullshit” to a teacher who told me to take my hat off indoors while another teacher was wearing a hat and cited seniority as the reason…
Seniority??? lol
Correcting a paralegal studies professor on how to make entries into a ledger. She was putting the change into the credits AND debits column. Is money coming or going?
“Sure, if you’re doing it like an accountant.”
The rest of the term included “or Celeste’s way” for everything bookkeeping.
I'll bite: what *should* you have gotten in trouble for?
Mine would likely be climbing out the windows of an old brick campus building we were in for the first half of eighth grade, there was a handy ledge. Nearly gave my French teacher a heart attack fright, dear soul.
In my younger days, there was an incident of following the first version of the instructions “we aren’t changing now” and didn’t hear the second “boys change on bus 1, girls on bus2. So I was on the bus where the boys changed clothes.
I got turned in. And the teachers refused to believe it.
Well, going to college on a decommissioned military base adds an enhancement to normal college stuff. Exploring abandoned buildings is technically “trespassing on federal property.”
I went to high school in the Discman era and my school had a "no personal listening devices" rule. I traded out my Discman for this giant box radio that I would play at my lunch table
I argued it was a *public* listening device and they tried to confiscate it anyway. I did not physically let go
Ultimately I won the public listening device battle (?!?) but I still had a day of in-school suspension for not letting the teacher in the lunchroom just take my things
I let the teacher get my necklace. I never saw it again she pocketed it. Turns out she was a klepto had robbed kids for a decade!
I really loved that necklace, my dad was a sailor and had brought it back from Mombasa 😭
Late 1980s and my school had a rule against using personal stereos. As I am walking off the site at the end of the day I take mine out of my bag and get a lecture about the evils of pop music from the headmaster. I tell him it is time for Prime Ministers' Questions on LBC and put my headphones on.
I can still remember how Bernard Weatherill as Speaker used to call on Neil Kinnock pronouncing his name "Kin Ock" like it was the two most obscene words in the English language. It was so much better when Betty Boothroyd took over the job.
For saying people should go to university for the love of learning, not to increase future earnings. Was pulled out of class and told not to say that in front of the other students. I was 13.
I got a very strongly worded email from my daughters 5th grade teacher and she got a "red note", which was like a written warning before they do detention, because they read "Flowers for Algernon" and instead of writing about the character Fanny, she wrote about the British slang term for vagina.
Writing in biro instead of fountain pen. My ghastly English teacher, Mrs Macrill, had a thing about it. I'm surprised she didn't want me to write with a quill pen and ink-horn, a la mode Chaucer.
The house mistress of St Mary’s locked me in a room for an hour without telling me what I had done, and it later transpired I had put my foot partially in a plantless flowerbed whilst passing another pupil on a pathway. Very unpleasant bully of a woman who did a lot of things like this.
a teacher told me "don't come into my classroom if you haven't finished the homework" and i hadn't so i went to the library to finish it
the guy hauled me before the headmaster (principal i guess), denied he ever said anything to that effect and the HM gave me a detention for "truancy" lmao
Goofed around with a pencil, stabbed myself and the lead broke off in my noggin. I had already experienced the natural consequence but it became my only detention also
A couple of my friends were being playfully violent. kicking each other and headlocks and stuff. Teach called them out to go to the principal's office and I walked over with them. He said "I know you didn't do anything, but I have to send you too for having a guilty conscience"
Did languages at university. I and a few others already spoke fluent German. We had a new Prof, first job since he got his PhD, but he made grammatical errors in his spoken German, so we sat at the back quietly correcting him but he heard and told us to leave. I left for good shortly afterwards 😃
The TA teaching my Fortran class, which was required for my degree, got tired of my correcting his mistakes. I had known Fortran for years at that point.
He stopped me after class and said he'd make me a deal: he'd tell me when the exams were if I didn't come to class the rest of the time.
I have to admit that I feel a little bit sorry for the other students in the class, who weren't getting the education they were paying for, but I had no problem holding up my end of that bargain.
I was raised JW so this and holidays were a constant fight with the music teacher and others.
Eventually I started hanging out in the principal's office during holiday events because he actually liked me for some reason, and nobody was going to argue with him about it.
Speaking as a non-US person (in Scotland), I've always felt that the whole idea of the pledge has a creepy fascist vibe. Most countries don't do that sort of thing.
I remember about the 8th grade we had 3 our 4 students our age visiting from the UK. Before the start of class, we're all just talking, they're answering some of our questions ...
Then the morning announcements start over the PA system. When we all dutifully rose as one, placed hands on hearts, turned to the flag and started reciting... I'll never forget the looks on our guests faces! I don't think they would've been more shocked if we had just thrown all our clothes off.
A big social push had to happen to change it from the raised arm which was too much Nazi salute, and putting the hand over ones heart instead. This was the beginnings of the anti-communists social stance everywhere.
Religion being pushed everywhere as a counter to anyone atheist even if an atheist leaned more towards liberty and personal freedom concepts than towards communist ideas. It was a cold dark time, which we all get the pleasure to see again thanks to the second GOP coup in America.
Try being on a jobsite in the South where it is recited and then followed by a prayer each day. Being from relatively liberal California, I was quite stunned.
The pledge got a big boost thanx 2 #ColdWar & McCarthyism—mid-20th century. The words “under God” are newest, thanx 2 …conservatives during the Red Scare. The #hypocrisy of conservatives doing something *new* 2 preserve the old (& challenge the Constitution’s establishment clause) is not lost on me.
I used to ride this bus from a drafting class I took in high school back to the main campus, it would arrive back 5 minutes after the bell and I probably got 50+ detentions in a year including Saturday detentions. It was traumatic and my alcoholic parents would get violent with me over it.
I was forbidden from painting because I was "not paying attention" in class. I was seven.
I WAS PAYING ATTENTION. I still remember what the teacher was saying.
My ability to not be paying the slightest bit of attention to class, but still answer the trick questions correctly, used to drive my teachers up the wall...
I was sent to the hall, given detention, sent to principal, and threatened with suspension for completing project quickly because the teacher wanted us to do it as a group and i just did it on my own.
Mom got called into to talk to the teacher about my "insubordination", she told the teacher if she ever interrupts my education for something so stupid the next time there would be a fist fight between them.
8th grade for not staying at my lab station- AFTER another student dropped hydrochloric acid all over where I would have been. I asked the teacher if she would have preferred me to get burned. I got detention. For not getting burned.
In the 5th grade the school let me tutor 4th graders who were struggling in math and I taught them a bunch of "tricks" that I had figured out on my own instead of the "right way" that they were at. The kids got As but I got in trouble and they killed the tutoring program.
More maddening to me: Freshman year of college my teacher was out the entire semester on maternity leave. Came back for a day to finalize grades and flunked me for attendance even though I had the highest grade in the class. Lady, you weren't there either!
Also 5th grade but different school: I was bored and shooting rubber bands in class. Accidentally hit the teacher IN THE EYE. They said I must have been bored and moved me to the 'gifted' class.
That reminds me of getting severely reprimanded as an adult by my son's 2nd grade teacher. He was apparently struggling with math. I thought something was out of wack because he'd shown a head for numbers even as a toddler. 1/
Sadly not. The VP identified himself as being from "Rhodesia" and while this was in the late 90s, even then it was a bit long to have kept using that name.
Guessing he's dead now, the guy who had the "these things would stop happening if you just stopped acting like a faggot" guy isn't.
these people dont worship jesus, they worship their pastors who make shit up about jesus for their benefit. jesus was, in modern terms, a brown-skinned jewish socialist revolutionary hippie wine-drinker who was friends with prostitutes and was executed by an authoritarian regime
I punctured a can of lemonade and sprayed a giant cock on the yard during playtime. I was proud of "Nazca desert line" scale phallus, until it dried and didn't disappear! The sugary syrup left a clear mark on the asphalt. 42 yrs later I remember the Head's limp gesture towards his window, "Why?!".
Got sent to the guidance counselor because I refused to help my psychotic grade school bully with his homework. His mom called my mom too. All parties knew how he harassed me. Too bad the counselor and my mom didn’t care about his crocodile tears and they both told the teacher to get f kd
We were learning about “world religions” in my 7th grade social studies class and my teacher was egregiously mispronouncing all of them. I thought I was being helpful and let her know. I got silent lunch and extra homework for the rest of the semester!
Sounds like a choir teacher I had who didn’t understand the difference between “consonance” and “consonants”. She would tell us to enunciate our “consonances” so often we bought her a dictionary at then end of the semester. Regrettably this was in college.
Which, in turn, reminds me of Roxxxy Andrews from Drag Race, who didn’t understand the difference between “sequins” and “sequence” and kept referring to her sparkly attire as a “sequence dress”
I told my high school English teacher, quietly after class, that he had conflated Mary Tudor and Mary of Guise. He told me I clearly could learn nothing from him and should spend the rest of the semester in the library.
I hope that was good, because it sounds good. A relative of mine was not fitting in in elementary school and the perverse incentive of being sent to the comfortable place with all the books for bad behavior led eventually to full on biting.
Ha! When I was student teaching, I politely corrected my supervising teacher (when no students were around, mind you) that her pronunciation of "challah" shouldn't have a hard CH. This was in a World Cultures ELA unit.
She told me she'd been teaching the unit for over a decade and was NEVER wrong.
I was in the gifted program and my 4th grade teacher believed in making sure the gifteds didn’t get big heads. I spent time in the corner for not knowing 3x7. She was eventually killed by a cow. I won’t say I was glad but … I’d love to pet that heifer.
This might be of interest: my parents hit a cow with the car the day Kurt Cobain’s body was found. Cow was fine. My mom said it was staring at her with its face smooshed against her window. Being stared at by a big, angry cow. She was clearly next in the mid Missouri cow murders of the 1990s.
Definitely cut from the same awful child-abusing cloth, except my awful teacher wasn’t a nun. Definitely bitter, though. This was public school, and she was the last teacher I had who dished out corporal punishment in 1982. I’m sorry, but also glad to not be alone in bullshit
Thanks for sharing yours. My kid is turning 21 this week, and I was stunned when they were little and all their teachers were kind. That was new for me, and I’m glad.
I had a teacher shout at me and called me blind for only writing 2 lines of what was on the board. I was 5 years old and was before I got glasses and actually couldn't hardly see the board.
Yep, she and her husband were cattle farmers. This was in rural western Missouri, where cattle farms are common. One of the first cattle train lines ran through my hometown. Anyway, she was behind a cow and took a kick to the head.
(From what I heard she was standing behind it and took a kick to the head. I’m guessing she probably treated cows worse than she treated 10-year-olds.)
Got sent to the principal’s office cause my friend sold me a phat stack of Garbage Pail Kids for a quarter (Sweet deal BTW) in English class. Upon my arrival, got accused of using acid (the drug!)…. I was 11. 😳🙄 I thought he meant battery acid. Didn’t occur to me he meant the drug until years later…
To be fair I had a untied shoelace in the play ground which I tripped over and knocked myself unconcious still ridiculous punishment. They should have just got you to tie the shoe.
three days in-school suspension, for getting bullied. kid next to me grabbed my arm and pulled it up behind my back, nearly pinning me to the ground with no means to get myself out. kid convinced the teacher i somehow attacked back so it was a "fight", three days suspension got both of us.
The dumbest? That’s a tough one. I mean the teachers would make MAGA seem like the sharpest tools in the shed along with the most empathic. At 16 I was fully convinced that everyone just turns full fascist dumbfuck when people reach 40. We got in trouble for breathing, basically.
Got detention for a book whistling past my own head as a teacher walked in, having been thrown from the back of the classroom. He must have determined that I'd thrown it at myself and time travelled.
I was 12, ejected from the classroom and made to take my desk, chair and book and sit in the corridor like those waiting for Head to give them the belt. My sin was laughing so badly I cried at the humour in the class novel,’My Family and Other Animals’ by Gerald Durrell.I still do LOL at his novels.
I also started every primary school PE lesson by being bent over in front of class and hit repeatedly with a gym shoe for the sin of wearing a silver bangle I’d worn since a baby and could not remove. So I got the slipper for safety reasons then had to do the PE anyway🤷🏻♀️
teacher told me to write my name on my art project before I turned it on, when I did she ejected me from class then had me permanently banned from the entire art dept for insubordination
Head of the PTA was screaming at me in public on a trip. I had gone to the room to do homework instead of attend a dance. Someone asked what was going on, I told them I'd "let them know after I finished getting my balls chewed off".
She demanded I get a week of in-school suspension. I did a day.
This was an issue for loads of bright kids. I was a voracious reader and had no issue with other kids reading more slowly as I got that I was the odd one - but being penalised for it in class just seemed so unfair and counterproductive.
(I was so far ahead in junior school that one teacher made me a sort of teaching assistant and I just sat and helped the much slower kids including the dyslexic boy. Actually helped all of us and kept me quiet!!!)
In 7th grade we were reading The Outsiders, the weekend after it was assigned I was forced to go on a long car trip with my mom and grandma with nothing else for entertainment but that book. I ended up reading the whole book and my lit teacher scolded me for "going against the curriculum" or some bs
Jr yr of high school one of my classmates in my English class complained that I was just writing in class. I wasn’t doing the work. My English teacher walked to a folder and put it on his desk. Said she gave me all the class work, homework, extra work, and reading at the start of the month. 1/
That I go home, do all of that in a day or two, turn it in, and then she let me write fiction or read for fun. That folder was thick and all that month’s work including some big paper. And I did grammar work for fun. The class shut up so fast. No one bothered me. Shy girl in the 90s w/ adhd. 2/2.
Yea I would not have been able to deal with this. I did get in trouble for reading (despite my work all being done) multiple times before but not having library privliges revoked. Reading was all I had some days and I would've had it even worse if I couldn't lose myself in books.
I got chastised for that. Although strictly speaking, it was for not knowing where the rest of the class were in the text, and then justifying it by saying that I’d get a migraine if I read as slowly as the rest of them.
It was usually my mouth after being in the right…
We used to go around the classroom and read out loud. A lot of the kids read really slowly so I would read ahead and then not know where we were when it was my turn to read. I got scolded for that a number of times.
I did this with my French text book and finished the entire year's homework by Xmas. No idea how or why. I certainly didn't do this for any other subject.
Oh god, that was totally me. Always that slightly embarrassing moment where you'd get called on to read out loud, and had to hastily dig out the book from under the pile of stuff you'd read in the meantime...
Yeah, I got caught reading my own choice of book tucked into the class book which I’d finished weeks previously. Waiting for slow readers was a real trial. Then I was picked to read next………………..
It was my first-grade teacher, and she never liked me. I learned to read when I was barely three, and she had the gall to tell my parents, to their faces, that I learned to read "wrong". My father's reply (he never minced words) was "How the fuck is it wrong if he's reading?"
I was advanced for the class. Bored and often acted out. She was old school, extremely strict, throw chalk kind of teacher who didn't possess the knowledge or ability to teach a kid like me. I won't excuse or condemn her for it. We were both products of our environ: A rural town of less than 700.
Certainly when I started school, the whole-word system was at its height and teachers were taught that it worked best if learners followed the programme as designed, so no coming to class knowing how to read (my mum got yelled at for this when I turned up with a Famous Five novel on day one)
not writing my question marks as a backwards S and a dot under cuz the teacher preferred that over writing them like "?"
getting 11th place in a biology competition where i was competing against ~100 kids cuz i got 2nd place the year prior when competing against 10 kids. "you weren't even trying"
I made a cake for my class-mates on my birthday. Someone threw garlic-powder on top, when I was away. I later offered it to my french-teacher.
No one trusted in my baking skills ever after.
For trying to explain myself. Was in preschool and we were playing a game and I couldn't snap at the time. Teachers niece pointed it out, so I tried to explain myself to her and the teacher put me in time-out. I'm still salty about it and I'm 28 now.. I also got yelled at for "rolling my eyes" in HS
Mine were both in Sunday School. 1) we had to colour a picture of the virgin Mary. I coloured her shawl red. I got in trouble because it's supposed to be blue. Nobody had told me it was supposed to be blue. 2) we had to draw a lantern to represent the light of Jesus. I drew a Jack O Lantern.
I did Queen Elizabeth II's hair blonde because my parents were not royalists and I'd never seen a colour picture of her, just coins and stamps, and queens in fairytale books were always blonde.
Got yelled at by my 3rd grade teacher for "reading too well" when taking my turn reading the chapter book we read in class as a group activity. I was never called on to read aloud again in that class, and stopped volunteering.
I read all the books in the 6x6 book series, and they were a bit funny with me about it. My mum had to come in to the school to talk about what I was going to read now I'd read it all. Well sorry I'm a nerd with an interest.
I am dyslexic. I was undiagnosed till my 30s. My elementary school teacher kept insisting I was lazy and telling my mum to make me read more books so I could learn spelling. My mum was in despair, I refused to do anything else but read books. 30 years on and I'm still dyslexic with a library.
We were allowed to goof off of after doing in class reading. I did it quickly and was reading comics and the teacher brought me in front of class to quiz me and embarrass me. She was mad that I answered all her questions right. She called my mom in for a talk. My mom was pissed, at her, not me.
It very often IS the teachers. Half my primary school class were a year older than I was and my teacher wouldn't let me read beyond their level because it would have been inconvenient to her to have me racing ahead.
I didn't care what fucking Dick and Dora did anyway.
Ripping up paper and throwing in the closet. was nearer than the trash can. I was in first grade and nun said i had to stay in my seat at all times. figured out by second grade how to avoid the rules. didnt know i was following the 2025 playbook! need to find real mean nuns to run the dem party.
There was a kid in my class who had really bad teeth, and everyone called him 'Vampy'. Admittedly terrible, but in my defense we were like 12. I said it in class once and got 3 days suspension. By the end of the year, the kid stopped caring and that teacher was calling him 'Vampy' too.
I had to walk a whole mile in ~10m to get there on time, and this literature prof chewed me out in front of everyone and said he’d knock me down a grade if I didn’t start coming earlier
I explained, told him I didn’t even need his class, and to do what he had to do
math teacher’s daughter was a complete bully to me and I got in trouble for not wanting to be nice to her when she actively sent AIM messages to me telling me I should move somewhere not where she was
A teacher told me to go into the cupboard to check my blood sugar because I should be ashamed of having type 1 diabetes. I did not do so. Eventually she died crashing her car because she had low blood sugar, presumably there had been no cupboards nearby before she got in the car so she didn't know.
while i shouldn't have a satisfied grin on my face, i do.
we had a teacher like that. she shamed this kid because he was a messy marvin. his mom died and his not much older sister tried to keep him clean on the way to school. ngl we made a voodoo doll of her at recess & thought we'd killed her.
why? the next day she wasn't in class and it was a friday. we had the whole weekend to worry. we were very well behaved kids all weekend. reader, we were in grade 2. that's how awful she was. mrs. westcott, may hell be welcoming to her.
Looking back, sure, part of me understands that she had her own medical issues (from the sounds of it!) and was repeating stuff she'd been told and internalised herself... but my sympathy runs out when you decide you're going to try to pass your own trauma on to some kids. Sort yourself out first!
A teacher got mad at me for writing with my left hand and made me switch hands. So I did everything opposite of how I did it left handed. It resulted in everything being in mirror image. Then she really got mad
My left-handed friend Sarah had a specialist teacher come into class to bully her like that when we were about eight. She meekly went along with it but I was furious and did not hold back. Weirdly I didn't get in trouble. They must have lacked the courage of their convictions.
A principal couldn't spell my last name correctly, even after me saying it, spelling it, writing it, and giving references.
My name?
Luke
This was 4th grade and I remain offended.
I was only ten. My mother was there, and she told me he was "just having a bad day" when I complained later.
It was one of the first times I truly felt gaslight, but had no idea how to handle someone being such an asshole.
I wrote an essay on the pagan symbols of Christianity as evidenced in fairy tales. My English teacher was a vocal fundamentalist Christian. She claimed it was plagiarized because "no sophomore can write an essay like that."
I had failed a French test and was walking through the halls with my best friend. I was pissed at the teacher & said something like, "I'd like to kick her." Turned out, she was behind me. I was sent to the VP's office & his first question was "Who are you?" That was my junior year & he wasn't new. 😂
Chemistry teacher surprised me with a question while daydreaming. I paused to collect my thoughts, then answered my best guess. He said, "correct". I sighed in relief. He kicked me out for sighing.
Here’s my spouse’s story: In the 6th grade he and his friends decided to form a gang called “Troublemakers, Inc. complete with homemade business cards.
1st grade, Catholic school Chicago: During a fire drill, I warned the girl behind me about some dog 💩 on the sidewalk. The nuns got angry at me for talking and locked me in a closet when we got back to class. 🙄 Thus began my lifelong hatred of the Church and disdain for authority.
Not me but my daughter. I was called into her pre-school class when she was 5 to be informed she had restarted the class computer. I asked her why, she shrugged and said, "it went blue". She'd had an old Windows machine of mine for about a year at that point, knew all about the BSOD.
Reading the small print instructions at the bottom of worksheets in kindergarten and getting started on them, rather than waiting to be told what to do, like the kids who couldn’t read yet. The teacher was a nun who was scary mean.
Can’t decide if it was getting suspended because I told a kid it’s funny to stick a finger out your zipper because it looks phalic, or teaching most of my class how to line up your schedule to graduate a year early. Got detention and they created 2 new required classes to stop us.
or when I got in trouble for wearing a Page&Plant concert t shirt from the tour in the late 90's. Someone said they saw the devil in the shirt, so I was told to change it or go home. I took the latter option.
I learned this Japanese emoticon for anger/frustration and doodled it on my homework. I was imagining what someone would say while this symbol floated around their face so I wrote “I hate you!” And the teacher took it as a threat. Oops!
Teacher said “put your books up.” I took it literally and raised my book above my head. The other students followed my lead. I was then sent to the principal’s office for inciting a revolution
English teacher lost mine and a mate's report that we had both handed in. He didn't like it when I point blank told him he'd lost them. Chucked me out of class.
He found them 30 minutes later and apologised 😭
The one and only time I skipped school when I went home my mom knew I skipped and was wondering why I wasn't in detention. The next day mom made me go tell the school I skipped. They had me down as present that day.
Once had to do a Geography project on a country - picked Transylvania (I was that kind of kid) got told by the teacher "it wasn't a real country!" when I disputed the fact I got sent to the Headmaster - She left the post soon after from a nervous breakdown.
Maybe I wasnt clear - she wasnt quibbling over whether it was a country or region or territory - she was saying it was a fictional place
For the purpose of that project by a spotty 12 yearold 80s kid it was entirely within the remit (other kids did states, territories, Islands etc) of the project
Yeah, It was 6am and I was heading off to bed and not really paying full attention, I could have been more accurate but it was more of a throwaway halfarsed comment than a precise description, point is she thought it was like Wakanda or Atlantis or something
As an adult, being a yard duty. There was one kid who tried to get me fired. I was in the principal's office often trying to explain I'm not a gang member despite what the 12 y.o. kid said. Over the span of 1 year I was in her office, probably a dozen times.
Saying I didn't believe In Santa clause in third grade when directly asked by another student if I believed in Santa clause. I was "ruining it" for the other kids. Worst teacher I ever had. She disliked me for some reason I'll never comprehend
Middle school, during lunch I talked about if hooking a fork up to one end of a car battery & a knife up to the other would cause a baked potato to explode.
Don't remember if it was that word they feared, but it was enough to pull me from a field trip & grill me about if I was threatening the school
6th grade, most boys in my class started doing a pantomime of a mentally disabled guy that hung out in a local playground. It involved extending your arm and a downward petting motion on someone while saying "Niiiice." Teachers jumped to the conclusion we were Sieg Heiling and lectured us on Nazis.
2nd grade i was a real goody goody and met the Principal a few times over my overachieving activities, so I had this sense I was his friend. Talking with a classmate, I attempted sarcasm and said about the Principal "Oh he's a real jerk." The kid ratted me out and I had to write a formal apology.
Was running late for a 2-day English final. Some teacher playing hall monitor saw my "Jackass" t-shirt (it was huge then) and made me turn it inside out in the bathroom, wasting test minutes.
Teacher: "What would your mother say if she saw you in that?"
Me: "She bought it for me" (because she did)
Threatening two kids who had spent the entire year stealing my stuff, bullying me, spreading rumors about me, and just overall making my life a living hell.
And this was after I had already reported them for all this and the school had done nothing to stop it.
In 3rd grade my teacher literally shouted in my face for answering a question without raising my hand. I laid my head down on the desk the rest of the class.
My 6th grade teacher called the FBI on me because I was goofing off with some friends and doing my Dr. Strangelove impression and she heard me talking about bombs.
This was post-columbine but still way before the kind of violence we have in schools now.
The agent I spoke with was chill though.
Got paddled the 1st grade at a Christian School for having my eyes open during prayer in chapel. I tried pointing out that in making such an accusation, the teacher was admitting that *her* eyes had also been open during the prayer. That defense proved counterproductive, to say the least.
Similar treatment in my high school in Texas. The teacher said in front of the class: “You don’t belong above the ground or below it.” I really hate Texas for a lot of reasons.
Yeah that was the beginning of the end for me with organized religion; it was the day I realized that the things I had been taught were "sacred" were really just arbitrary rules made up by grown-ups, and that questioning those rules made the grown-ups so mad they would literally hit you.
H.S. Being in the lobby while it was freezing rain outside, instead of being in class.
I was signed out for the day and waiting for my ride to work. I wasn't enrolled in any classes at that point in the day. Still somehow got detention and still holding a grudge 20 years later 😂
I was carrying my cell phone to high school one day (I usually don't because the principal takes them and gives them back after the school day ends). I forgot to ring on my parents (a sign of hey I arrived), so they called the school and told them I have my phone. It's no trouble but it is dumb
Some girl in my class tossed a chicken tender at my head during lunch. I casually tossed it aside over my shoulder but the vice principal believed I was starting a food fight. I got in school detention for it and had to help clean the lunchroom for a few days.
My school had a "shirts tucked" policy for boys. Seniors got out like May 2nd, this was weeks later. Went to pick up my graduation cap and gown. Vice Principal saw me without a tucked shirt and wrote me a detention slip. I just laughed at him and threw it away.
I got paddled for running in the hallway in first grade. I knew it was wrong, but everyone in front of me and everyone behind me was running. What was I supposed to do, lay down my life? They'll bring back corporal punishment, you watch.
I had a long-term substitute in 4th grade, she didn’t like me and made my parents come to school repeatedly for “conferences”.
She wrote on my report card, “student lacks physical self-control”
In retrospect, “teacher lacks classroom management skills” is more accurate :P
At prom there was a dance circle and there happened to be me and another guy dancing in it at the same time. We didn’t even notice each other, but somehow we were being gay and making people uncomfortable.
asking my lab partner about the assignment the teacher had written on the board because I needed a new prescription for my glasses
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when all my friends got kicked out of class for talking, teacher kicked me out too because I “probably egged them on quietly” which i totally hadn’t done 🥺
I had very similar things happen to me too! My teacher wouldn't believe I couldn't see the blackboard and then was stunned when I got to school wearing glasses a couple of days later, and another teacher punished me specifically when I was the only one of my group of friends not talking lol
(although at least the punishment for the second thing was revoked bc literally every other teacher butted in like: "that kid is virtually non-verbal, wtf are you talking about???" lmao)
alternately: after school, opening a pop bottle, having it fizz up and spill on the floor, and then walking to the bathroom to get paper towels but not telling my whole plan to a random teacher that stopped me so he could accuse me of just walking away from the mess
I had the same thing happen to me one time during 11th grade English. Didn't get in any kind of trouble for it, but was told to put the book away during class. As I had already finished my classwork/homework or maybe it was semester/final exam.
I ended up just sitting there doing absolutely nothing for the rest of class(45min-1hr of 1 1/2-2hr class period). I thought to myself, what was wrong with "reading" a book quietly during English class, isn't that one of the core lessons of the English curriculum
Being male. 2nd grade, nun for a ‘teacher’, hated little boys, mom despised that woman. Sister Mary Nanette. I hope she is braiding Satan’s pubic hair by now.
I got put on a special program where if I was silent the whole day I'd get a cardboard trophy cut out at the end of the day. Like not a word. No toilet or questions. Wild to think about now
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I asked who was gonna check? Got sent to the principal but there was no forced bra wearing.
1) #4 and #5 on varsity had the control required to not break anything
2) there were 2 inches of snow on the court—where else were we supposed to play?
She yelled at me in front of the class that “This isn’t a fair, do you see any balloons?” 😡
I guess she meant she didn’t have to be fair?
Got my mouth washed out with soap by the teacher.
They sent me back to class. So embarrassed.
Over who put the wendy house away. Both myself and another lad wanted too. So we ended up fighting over it.
Please don't laugh!
I did it on purpose, Headteacher punished me because l laughed at a prayer and told him l was an atheist.
Confirmed my opinion of religious types at an early age.
She kicked me out of the room 🤣
I went to PUBLIC SCHOOL.
Her explanation when my mother went in to ask about my abnormally low mark was that "They were better students, so I would have expected them to do more."
Fleece was a no no fabric.
This was when those fleece Old Navy vests were super popular late 90s, early 00s.
I continued to wear it, because I didn't give a shit. They only banned fleece specifically because it was popular and why allow kids to feel any happiness?
But I'd have to do it all the time as it wouldn't stay in memory.
actual pedophile shit
One day, he said it yet again and I just snapped. I punched him in the face.
i think that was an early radicalization moment for me
(I was the only one not speaking, but I did "shhh!" someone talking at me.)
(Elementary School, I'm still pissed at her for it.)
I was thinking about the huge ditch behind my neighborhood and ended up getting my seat changed for saying Bitch
It was against the rules because we apparently weren't allowed to wear black.
At my middle school certain color combinations were banned because they were associated with gangs, but they refused to tell us which colors specifically.
I did have my own rule made because of me in the dress code that's still there. Socks must be solid colored and match, even if not visible.
What? You JUST made it up and put it on the board!? Am I psychic?
It is mostly taught like shit.
But it's not like anyone explained that at the time, and I don't think making students despise an entire discipline is worth it anyway.
Condolences.
I also used this for essays, I'd write the text, THEN write the spiderplot and plan once I knew how the essay went.
My English teacher turned a blind eye to when I wrote it as long as I did it, because it was important for the GCSE exam.
We had to do Shakespeare, she gave us the Reduced Shakespeare Company versions.
Great teacher.
B. Sci. Magna Cum Laude now w/a lot of math under my belt.
One time, this happened on first day of a new semester in high school. My biology teacher didn't like that I missed the first day of class and had it in for me the rest of the year.
I could have gone to med school, but I didn't like the thought of dealing with people that much. Vet school too much animals in distress and... people.
I got in so much trouble for already knowing cursive.
Teacher makes all 3 of us miss break because one kid couldn't have made all that noise on their own. At no point did I make any noise
The theater director heard me yawn & off I went 🤷🏼♀️
That's when corporal punishment was used for everything. Didn't call your parents to ask permission or to notify them you got swats.
Yawn = multiple (lift you off the ground) paddle swats
I ended up getting suspended.
Seniority??? lol
“Sure, if you’re doing it like an accountant.”
The rest of the term included “or Celeste’s way” for everything bookkeeping.
Mine would likely be climbing out the windows of an old brick campus building we were in for the first half of eighth grade, there was a handy ledge. Nearly gave my French teacher a heart attack fright, dear soul.
I got turned in. And the teachers refused to believe it.
Good times 😀
I argued it was a *public* listening device and they tried to confiscate it anyway. I did not physically let go
I really loved that necklace, my dad was a sailor and had brought it back from Mombasa 😭
Me, a chaotic teenager: “What about clamgina? Can I say that? As in, ‘That clam looks like a vagina!’?”
You all know what happened next. Lmao.
[Reads slip]
ISS Teacher: *Flustered* “What the…? Just sit down…”
the guy hauled me before the headmaster (principal i guess), denied he ever said anything to that effect and the HM gave me a detention for "truancy" lmao
Quickly changed the goal post when I proved it was just juice (0.5% alc.) to bringing a glass bottle, which were banned.
I got kicked out of class
He stopped me after class and said he'd make me a deal: he'd tell me when the exams were if I didn't come to class the rest of the time.
Eventually I started hanging out in the principal's office during holiday events because he actually liked me for some reason, and nobody was going to argue with him about it.
(Granted that came from also being told all the damn time to stop talking. I was a real chatterbox.)
One fellow, in particular, he looked like he had just discovered he was in danger and he was trying to figure out if he needed to run for it!
Yup
Alternate history thing, dealing with Nazi occupied US.
Opening scene in one episode of kids pledging allegiance to the Führer at the start of class, with barely a change in the format...
I WAS PAYING ATTENTION. I still remember what the teacher was saying.
Those were the days
once let slip that i had figured out that all the teachers' passwords were some variation of their last name + their first name
both of these happened during elementary school (i think 3rd grade)
super kind of them in hindsight
No punishment.
The teacher lambasted me because it was "disruptive."
Turned out that she'd never heard of the number line. Her entire class was well behind expectations.
Catholic school, so I was suspended anyways for being a faggot deserving of a beating.
Formative experience.
Principal later resigned from his position shortly before cops showed up to arrest a child rapist.
Guessing he's dead now, the guy who had the "these things would stop happening if you just stopped acting like a faggot" guy isn't.
but also, the entire system is broken, so i feel like at some point, just go non-denominational??
She told me she'd been teaching the unit for over a decade and was NEVER wrong.
(Same teacher who on the first day told us that there was no need to learn Asian or African history in this world of growing international connection)
...dogma.
I'll see myself out.
In 4th grade I didn't know 9x9 so I had to stand on my desk and repeat "9x9=81" for like two minutes straight.
She was a bitter old nun who hit us with rulers, I imagine her spirit still haunts those halls. You couldn't pay me to go back and verify.
I cried the whole first week of school.
..sorry. 😅
(From what I heard she was standing behind it and took a kick to the head. I’m guessing she probably treated cows worse than she treated 10-year-olds.)
Last laugh tho as I'm better at art in my 30s than she was in her 60s
She demanded I get a week of in-school suspension. I did a day.
It was usually my mouth after being in the right…
Imagine being so rigid you’re upset a kid knows how to read
And then “allowing myself to be bullied and faking depression” — idk catholic school was bizarre
getting 11th place in a biology competition where i was competing against ~100 kids cuz i got 2nd place the year prior when competing against 10 kids. "you weren't even trying"
No one trusted in my baking skills ever after.
I did punk the absolute shit out of her adult son once though but that's another story
I didn't care what fucking Dick and Dora did anyway.
When she came back in, it was chaos, & when she yelled "who did this!?" everyone pointed at me.
I didn't even throw any, I just knew how to make them from the paper folding book I got in book club.
I had to walk a whole mile in ~10m to get there on time, and this literature prof chewed me out in front of everyone and said he’d knock me down a grade if I didn’t start coming earlier
I explained, told him I didn’t even need his class, and to do what he had to do
we had a teacher like that. she shamed this kid because he was a messy marvin. his mom died and his not much older sister tried to keep him clean on the way to school. ngl we made a voodoo doll of her at recess & thought we'd killed her.
My name?
Luke
This was 4th grade and I remain offended.
It was one of the first times I truly felt gaslight, but had no idea how to handle someone being such an asshole.
my teacher sent us both to detention because I evidently did something to instigate it
I still hate you for this Charlie
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"No, I'm reading Spartacus!"
🙌🏼
😏
He found them 30 minutes later and apologised 😭
For the purpose of that project by a spotty 12 yearold 80s kid it was entirely within the remit (other kids did states, territories, Islands etc) of the project
Pre-Internet - Parents traded intel of shoes they'd found that fit the list.
Turns out my ~1" Nike logo was too much. The tip that went around was to use whiteout to cover the logo.
Don't remember if it was that word they feared, but it was enough to pull me from a field trip & grill me about if I was threatening the school
Teacher: "What would your mother say if she saw you in that?"
Me: "She bought it for me" (because she did)
And this was after I had already reported them for all this and the school had done nothing to stop it.
This was post-columbine but still way before the kind of violence we have in schools now.
The agent I spoke with was chill though.
I was signed out for the day and waiting for my ride to work. I wasn't enrolled in any classes at that point in the day. Still somehow got detention and still holding a grudge 20 years later 😂
Substitute teacher threw my (metal) lunchbox across the room.
I was in second grade.
She wrote on my report card, “student lacks physical self-control”
In retrospect, “teacher lacks classroom management skills” is more accurate :P
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when all my friends got kicked out of class for talking, teacher kicked me out too because I “probably egged them on quietly” which i totally hadn’t done 🥺
by the time my younger sibling was in that school they had taken the ropes down completely
I got put on a special program where if I was silent the whole day I'd get a cardboard trophy cut out at the end of the day. Like not a word. No toilet or questions. Wild to think about now