I have a story from middle school. I always enjoyed selling/giving away candy to others. Seems like a harmless thing eh? Apparently not. After a few months I visited the assistant principle and had to take all my candy home. I obviously thought it was stupid. (still do!) I decided to bring some candy back the next week. I threw some lollipops across the schoolyard like willy Wonka for my classmates to fight over. And thats when I was sent back. I was given a detention for "inappropriate behavior at recess." Which was beyond what actually occurred. Long story short, I never did end up serving that detention
In grade 7 during lunch we ( 4/5 people ) were playing tag, it always rains here so the grass was all a bit wet ( That's what she said ), game mode was infection so once you were tagged you also became it ( I think we called it zombie ). Another person and I were chasing this guy on the top of a slope/hill, it was a bit sketchy but he went up there to we were gonna chase him. Anyways all three of us were close and it was a matter of time before he was tagged. This guy me and my friend were chasing was a soccer player and had an ego as big as the country ( and he still does ), I went in for the tag. I got him in the left shoulder, it was a light tag cause he was a speedy boi. I think at that point he tried to dodge right to avoid me on the left. He slipped or tripped and somehow slid down the entire slope on his back, landing right in a huge pile of mud and water built up from the past few days.
At this point me and my friend agreed that he would go help and I would continue playing because there were still players left and if we both went to help the game would have to stop. After lunch, I was called down to the office for some reason, and I was very confused. the guy was still claiming that I shoved him with two hand contact down the hill on purpose. He went home because of his "injuries" and I was sent home, even though my friend took my side. ( The only injury that guy had was a hurt ego, no way a nerd could outrun such a best soccer player ). I know this is long but wait it get better. The next day after 3:00 pm ( After the bell to go home ) his dad was picking him up, soccer player gets in the car and at this point, I'm sure the dad has only heard one side of the story. I was waiting outside the classroom ( outside portable classes so you can see everything around you ) and I see the dad get out of the car and he starts walking my direction. I go back inside the class because I know the teacher is still inside and I sit down to do "homework" she asks what I'm doing before I could answer the door swings open so fast it tears the metal things holding the door on top to make sure it closes smoothly right off the wall. Not even paying attention to the fact he just broke the door the short Italian father, starts raising his voice at me ( nothing wrong with short Italian fathers but this guy was something special ). The teacher steps in between us, at this point there is probably 5 feet between us. the teacher was only able to get him out of the room by threatening to call the cops. after he left the principal and cops were called and I and the teacher went to the office. No charges were laid but the principal said he was no longer allowed to step on school property.
I think the one time I got into some kind of major trouble was in math class in like year 8, where my teacher was trying to teach our already disruptive class about algebra.
I've never understood or been good at simple algebra let alone the stuff the teacher was trying to teach us, and I managed to get pretty frustrated with the work and after having asked for help multiple times from the teacher and getting nothing but a dirty look back, I asked the fatal question of "When would I ever even use algebra?".
Well, this got me sent to isolation for a week, as well as my parents having had to have a meeting with the headteacher because it was an 'inappropriate question'. Never got the answer to that question while at that school, but eventually did when I moved schools a year and a half later and asked my math teacher the same question, to which he straight away gave me multiple examples of when I would ever use algebra!
Pretty dumb, but it has been like four years since that happened. Still don't understand any of it though xD
I remember one time in sixth grade, the teacher was explaining how to do something and while I was just sitting there paying attention, he yelled at me for not doing what I was supposed to be doing and I got so confused! I never got in trouble so I was terrified and all of my classmates were confused as well! About 10 seconds later he apologized, saying he thought I was doing something which I wasn't supposed to be doing. To this day, I still wonder what he thought I was doing!
This is a very stupid reason, and it isn’t very long, but when I was in grade four we had planners that we had to take home to get signed every night before school the next day. One night both my parents and I forgot to get my planner signed and I didn’t realize till the next morning in my first class. I quickly signed it and forged my moms signature. Little did I realize at the time, I was in grade 4 and had terrible handwriting so it was obvious it wasn’t my mum who did it. I ended up getting my very first and only detention.
I got in a lot of trouble in the 6th Grade because I found a cat at recess and played with it, it ended up being the cat of a girl at my school that had wandered to the school and I got detention for 3 days straight.
At the end of last school year one of the final classes we had was foods class. We had this teacher that didn't teach us anything, and expected us to know how to make any type of food instantly. At the end of the school year I heard her say that "Girls get higher grades because they're meant to be in the kitchen". She gave higher grades to all the girls, even some who didn't even participate.
I don't know if you had the "green, yellow, blue, red" system, with green being good behavior and red being worst.
Well anyway, I managed to avoid yellow for so long until I got my 5th grade teacher.
I had been struggling in math that year, and me and a couple of other classmates struggled on one assignment.
So what does she do? SHE PUTS US ON YELLOW FOR NOT UNDERSTANDING IT.
I've never been more confused. Like, because I didn't understand it I was in trouble?
Elementary school's all I got, I never really got into trouble in my later school years.
This reminds me of a time I wasn't paying attention and she was teaching math and she called me up and told me to draw a carrot on the board and I literally started drawing a carrot and she told me to flip my card to yellow because she meant this ^
w-wh-when i bit into a b-b-b-ean burrito. the beans f-f-f-flew o-out of the burrito, a-across t-t-th-the cl-classroom a-and uh a-and w-w-w-w-w-went o-on t-to t-t-the uh t-tea-teacher's f-f-face huufufuhfu