In kindergarten, I wasn't allowed to go to recess one day because I had run out of time to finish various projects we were working on.
Later on, in, I believe, 7th grade, I rearranged all the (easily removable)keys on the old mac keyboards and put them in alphabetical order.
In 5th grade I was called out over the intercom, in the cafeteria, during lunch, while in line... For not tucking my shirt into my pants. They MUST have waited for that moment to embarrass and inconvenience the new kid with their ultra strict dress code that was just short of a full blown uniform.
I got a detention for having origami things in my folder. I wasn't even making them; I just had them in my folder, and they fell out! What the fuck!
Also, I accidentally gave the finger to someone in first grade, and got a detention for it. I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT GIVING SOMEONE THE FINGER MEANT BACK THEN.
I went to a private high school that had uniforms and all that fun private school stuff. The dress code was very strict. Shirts had to be tucked in no matter what and shoes couldn't be 'too bright'. Well anyway, a friend of mine got a mohawk for homecoming week, normal right? Well, apparently it was too flamboyant and the principal said if he didn't shave it by the next day he'd have detention. All of us students thought this was ridiculous, considering two kids had had mullets for a whole semester.
I had the particular joy of going through Catholic schools for most of my life, and in one school when I was 10 or so, after lunch we would go into this massive parking lot-esque space and have recess. However, the teachers making the uniform rule things did not think that young kids running around like madmen would leave their uniforms unsullied. So, one day I returned from recess with my shirt untucked. Oh the horror! I was given detention on the spot. Yes, they gave a 10 year old detention for an untucked shirt.
Brilliant.
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One more dumb thing. Since I'm in an AP class I had to take the AP exam near the end of the year. The thing is, is that you're allowed to do whatever you want after the exam, you can stay and see your friends in their classes or go home. My school also has a zero-tolerance policy regarding cell phones in use during school. So, I was outside and walking to the Wendy's across the street when some administrator in a golf cart saw me pull out my phone to call my mom, and ordered me to give him my phone. The thing is, they kinda get pissy with you, even when you're 20 feet from the boundary of school property. Another thing, is that there is a system where a different punishment is issued when you are caught, pending on how many times you are caught. First time, you pick it up at the end of the day, second time, you have to get a parent to pick it up, which is a problem because my dads living in Norfolk during the week and my mom works. Luckily, the guy who manages the system is a nice guy and gave it to me ( it was my second offence).
Firstly, the punishment rules in my school:
In Norway, or at least my school, you got notices/marks, If you got...5 in a month, or a week (one of them, unsure which) your "behavior" grade goes down. This was apparently very bad we were told, it had no effect whatsoever, well, depending on how much your parents cared that is.
Now then.
I got a notice for laughing...A kid in my class (think he had ADHD or ADD or something like that) ran around, in the classroom, screaming...random things. Taking a...
And stabbing it into my desk, yelling a countdown, then kaboom. and laughing hysterically.
He did some more things, but i can't remember.
I laughed at it, I tried to keep it as low as I could, I covered my mouth, and did everything I knew in a desperate attempt to stop laughing. The teacher warned me a few times, and I laughed harder (because now i wasn't supposed to laugh)...and it ended with me getting a notice and the...crazy kid just got taken out of the class.
Yeah, I was pretty pissed...once I stopped laughing.
In Kindergarten, my teacher woke me up from our class nap and proceeded to yell at me for sleeping on my stomach. When I told her that I only sleep on my stomach, she told me that I had better find a new way to sleep or I'd be in big trouble.
One time, my Year 8 Science teacher got really annoyed and kept a student behind to clean up a bit of chewing gum she stepped on. Apparently she was the "closest one to blame".
This happened to a friend of mine but we were due to go on a class trip that weekend and her Mom had just been diagnosed with cancer and her first chemo session was that weekend so my friend decided she'd rather stay at home and be there for her Mom. She couldn't find the teacher who organised the trip but left a message explaining the situation and telling her she could keep the money because of short notice etc. That afternoon said teacher burst into our class and started screaming at the girl in front of everyone saying 'I don't care if your mother has cancer, this kind of thing is unacceptable. You made a commitment to the year and if you're not on that trip I'll have you kicked out' (actual literal direct quote from her). Only a few of us knew about it before that, she hadn't wanted everyone to know her Mom had cancer, and this was Transition year, an optional extra year in Ireland with no curriculum you just do things like drama and driving lessons. This was a trip to go kayaking and teh teacher tried to expell her.
Needless to say my friend didn't go on the trip and the teacher got in some pretty serious trouble over that. However, two years later she gave my other friend detention for looking at her 'bug-eyed' saying it was disrespectful. This friend had a glandular problem, one of the side effects of her meds was making her eyes pop out a bit and look kind of swollen. So I guess some people never change...
Me and some friends decided to mess with this guy, so we shifted some papers in his binder around (yes it's lame I know). In my math class I get CALLED down to the office and get yelled and for messing with the guys papers. He had reported it to the principle. The prick
In Grade 6 French class we were learning animals names. At the time I was living in central Canada - people have barely any knowledge of French - and I'm from Québec, so I got bored and told my friend that "seal" is "phoque" in French and sounds almost exactly like "fuck". "Seal you" became popular around the school, it was traced back to me, and, voilà, I got detention.
lol same thing, and I found swear words in french. I also nearly got sent to the office for walking on the left side of the hall, sitting at my friend who sits next to me's desk, oh and reading during reading time. AND one time some people in my class got in trouble for talking, so I said that as canadian citizens, we have a right to free speech. I got sent to the office. AND if that's not enough my friend got in trouble with the police for trying to move a giant rock outside a marina
Around second grade or so I made the mistake of raising my hand and correcting the teacher when she said something factually inaccurate.
She flipped out and had me sent home for a week.
However, this story has a happy ending. My mother was none too happy about this, so she had my uncle (who was a lawyer) draft up a lawsuit (or something like that, I can?t remember) against the school and have it delivered. I got back in and put in a different class. The teacher then screamed at me in the halls when she saw me, despite it having been explained to her. Shortly thereafter, she had no job.
That's a crowning moment of awesome if I ever saw one.
As for myself, I have no wacky stories to tell... I was really shy as a kid, and in second grade I had a wacky teacher who made us do speeches. I always got too nervous and refused to read them out. Often she would humiliate me by making me stand in front of the class until I decided to read them and stuff like that. Come to think of it, I think that's why I became a punching bag thereafter.
DARE officer in sixth grade misspelled a word on the chalkboard. I don't even remember the word right now. I think it might've been privilege.
I raised my hand, answered the question that was given, and politely advised the proper spelling of the word. Teacher cut in, saying that was disrespectful and gave me detention. Later, the officer thanked me privately and seemed really good natured about the situation, but that didn't stop the razzing from my fellow classmates or the infinite scorn from the schoolmarm.
Got nothing against DARE, police or authority figures. But please, think of the spelling.
Nothing, yeah, I am really boring, so the only thing I do to amuse my self is to make cynic commentary about my surroundings.
In order to showcase how boring I am I will tell you a litte story from 5 years ago: So a friend of mine went apeshit during one of the math-lessons, and was sent to detention, and because I did not know what to do with my time I choose to go to detention voluntarily, too. Yeah that makes no sense.
Ok this is a succesion of trouble I got into for pointing out all the religious imagry around school. I was sitting there and said "for a public school there are a lot of crosses." Ipointed out some of the pipes were in plain sight and also damaged. The principal took this to mean I want this school shut down. I was given in school suspension
Later that week while serving said suspension I needed an extra sheet of paper to finish my essay. I asked for it and was told "You're not getting this until you finish your assignments." The smart person can assume that essay was part of my assignments. I was sent to a detention center to finish the rest of my work (one day...)
I can remember being sent to the principal's office in 7th grade. When I got there the principal went ballistic on me and started yelling at me at the top of his lungs, and accusing me of raping someone. And then an aide came in and whispered into his ear, he paused for a moment, then he apologized to me, and then I went back to class. True story.
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