Stupidest reasons you've ever gotten in trouble at school for?
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Back in high school, in the last two years, the faculty imposed a pretty idiotic "tardy sweep" because of some idiots who kept showing up late. They would send the proctors out to basically tell you to go wait out by the lunch tables, and then the vice principal would ramble on about being on time. I've got detention from it at least 3 times. It didn't solve anything other than punish someone who had arrived to school late. It also wasted my time, I could've used some of the time they had us waiting to work on assignments in class.
To add insult to injury, they used a cash register to print out a receipt for a lunch detention. It also said $0.00, since it was the building where people would buy dance tickets and whatever.
While my friend was logged into his computer account I jokingly typed in "sex.com" (because I was young). Pressed enter and a sex site came up, I told him "haha look!". He looked at me, at the computer, at me and went to get the teacher.
Teacher confirmed through browser history.
Had a meeting about how bad it is to do such things.
And another with parents about how you should treat school property.
In kindergarten, i decided to color the trees blue and the sun purple, with the grass being red. Teacher said "NO! this is unacceptable! Since when are trees blue? In the bin that goes!"
Also, not a reason I got in trouble, but sort of a dumb thing that happened.
I was walking on the ledge for the playground (it was a bark pit basically with the playground in with a wooden ledge around the edge of the wall that holds the bark in) and someone walked into me on accident. At the time, i didn't know what purpose or accident meant. The teacher was like "did he do it on purpose or accident?" I said purpose since i didn't know wtf that was and then he got in deep shit when he didn't do anything.
I edited a classmate's wiki without permission. suspended for a day.
Apparently yelling at year 7's "Follow your dreams!" at the top of my voice is bad
wtf
Back in middle school, I'd walk with one of my friends to our 2nd or 3rd hour class and joke around. One of the times we were walking, I gave a playful shove and, for some reason, he pushes me with all his might into the Home Ec teacher.
Of course, she starts screaming profanities at us, and drags us by our shirts to the principal's office. We both got 3 days of suspension, while the teacher didn't get reprimanded at all for her disruption.
Mind you, this is the same school where bullies got away with everything. In gym one year, one of them smacked a mentally challenged kid after he took his shirt off and only got detention.
Got suspended for a week in primary school for telling kids NOT to bully the retarded kid
One time I hadn't finished a test so I was sent to another classroom to finish it
the classroom I was sent to had the most jerk-wad-ish teacher ever.
I was thinking of the answer to a question and was staring into space while thinking about it and the teacher said "Hey you, quit staring off into space! That's why you were sent here, wasn't it? For staring off into space!" :v:
Messy cursive in first grade = principal's office. Private school no joke!
[editline]13th December 2012[/editline]
[QUOTE=wug;38761820]At my primary school, teachers would fucking force feed you. They would come around and check your lunchbox and if you hadn't eaten every single last crumb of food you had to sit there and finish. For fucks sake, im not hungry right now, get the fuck out of my face.
Also, breaking up fights. I could possibly have saved someone from a trip to the hospital (boy with anger issues wielding a metal broom, wrangling that motherfucker without taking a couple strikes with it was hard),then i get in trouble for "worsening the fight".
If i didn't intervene, someone could have possibly died goddamnit. These are not babies. They can hit very hard. The schools were\are shitty around here, so fights like this are normal.
Kid steals my skipping rope that my friend and i were using, uses it to tie around the door handles (he knotted the motherfucker about 80 times around the door handle) and we had to call the caretaker to cut the skipping rope because nobody could undo the knots. Guess who got sent to the principal's office?
lol me of course.[/QUOTE]
Why not private school? It's much better.
In 9th grade I got a detention for wearing a grey shirt and black shorts for PE instead of the schools PE clothes which where the same thing but they just had a logo on them
Some kid once hit me with his metal ruler so i gently shoved him, teacher's neck snaps around 180 degrees.
"GET OVER HERE THIS INSTANT HOW DARE YOU PUSH ANOTHER PERSON"
Fucking nasty vixen teacher.
Got in trouble for saying fuck when I actually said duck.
Tried to tell the teacher but she didn't believe me.
what a bitch
`1. Im 4th or 5th grade, bring doctor dr. pepper, told i'm not allowed to drink it because its bad for me. get it taken away. seriously?
`2. another one, kid jacked my soccer ball in 2-3 grade, him and his friend start laughing at me, they flip me off, i kicked the kid who had my ball in the crotch. Teacher storms over to see, tells me I'm getting a detention.
`3. Outside on recess in 4th or 5th grade, have soaking wet heavy foam ball, kicking it to friends back N forth, teacher tells me not to kick it around worrying it might hurt someone if it hits someone, i misunderstand thinking she didn't want me to kick it so high. I kick it again to my friend but lower, get pulled away being told im getting a detention.
[QUOTE=Hans-Gunther 3.;38023593]I forgot to do my German homework once and my teacher acted as if I just strangled her children in front of everybody.[/QUOTE]
it only sounded like that cus shes german
I remember in 5th grade I asked a Recess Aid if the Gym was open (Originally there was an assembly and said the Gym was to be open during that timing) , so she started violenty yelling at me for asking her a question. Damn.
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Later though they found out it wasn't her homework and she got 2 weeks suspension for lying to a teacher and all that mess.[/QUOTE]
Hey, at least some justice.
When I was 4 years old I liked shooting my friends with my finger pistol. We'd run around for hours shooting at eachother. Then one day in class, right after the play break had ended, I pointed my finger gun at my teacher, without even realizing it. I was 4... and he comes up to me, drags me from my chair and literally throws me out of the classdoor. Completely shocked, I started crying. And he yelled at me for crying as well. I had no idea what caused it. Left me completely shocked for days.
His excuse was that he felt threathened, intimidated and insulted, because he had been in the militairy. (Even though he had never seen or been in a war or conflict. He just served in his teens)
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[B]Same teacher[/B], 3 years later. I'm 7 years old now. During PE a boy in my class starts picking a fight with me, because he wanted the exact ball I had even though there were plently more. I told him "no" a few times, and he started shoving and pushing me. So I threw the ball in a group of balls and hustled them about so he had no idea what 'my' ball was and told him to get it if he really wanted my ball. Then out of nowhere he punched me in the face.
I shoved him, he fell and broke his pinky finger. He starts crying like a squeeling pig.
Teacher freaks out, slaps me (I deflect), and then kicks me quite hard under the butt into the dressing room.
He comes in, tells me I stay there until he comes back. Then he goes back to the lad that broke his finger. After a wihle everyone comes in, and changes into their regular clothing. And they all leave, telling me "Oh shit, you're gonna be in trouble. Hope it won't be bad."
So I wait 15 minutes, 20 minutes, 30 minutes, still no teacher. I wasn't cheeky, just assertive, so I got up and went to the front door to find it locked. Panicking I shake the handle, to make sure it was indeed locked.
I freak out, try to run back into the hall, to try and get access to the office there so I could call my mom with the landline (way before time of mobile phones). Only to find that locked as well. Which was VERY abnormal
This asshole teacher locked me in the dressingroom, and 'forgot' me on purpose. My friends told me that they alerted the teacher as they walked back to class, that he had forgotten me, and that he had said "X needs to learn a lesson". So I freaked out, and broke a rack on which to hang coats off the wall, and completely smashed the windows to get out. I climbed out, and cut open my leg and fingers. Then ran back to my house, 10 minutes, crying hysterically covered in blood.
I ran straight into my house towards my mom. Only as I'm typing this I understand in what shock my mom must've been seeing me like that.
That was the beginning of YEARS and YEARS of (legal) arguments with the school.
I never had problems with students, none major. I was well liked. But pretty much all the teachers hated me.
They tried to claim the damages I had caused, but only after my parents had sued the school because they refused to reprimand the teacher.
The teacher still teaches...and stories like this still surface from time to time.
TLDR; Some teachers are fucking assholes who shouldnt teach if they're so bitter, and they can make your school life a fucking hell.
[I]I have loads more stories, but I don't want to create a huge post. I'll telll more if people want to hear it.[/I]
I was put in ISS for a week during 9th grade just because I placed a faded, barely visible cutout of Bill Cosby's face in my history project's title page.
[editline]found the pic[/editline]
This is the exact picture I hid in it.
[img]http://www.biography.com/imported/images/Biography/Images/Profiles/C/Bill-Cosby-9258468-1-402.jpg[/img]
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[I]I have loads more stories, but I don't want to create a huge post. I'll telll more if people want to hear it.[/I][/QUOTE]
Please. Do tell.
In year 8 I was sent to internal isolation for a week for hitting someone on the head with my tie in PE...
I got a Saturday school for sneezing during a test.
Apparently it constitutes as talking.
Being next to a guy holding the doorknob trying to keep the guy on the other side in which turned out to be a teacher and got send to the office even just being next to the fucking guy.
I know there is a lot like this already but here goes
In my third period 2 months ago, I was typing some HTML tags and shit in notepad. Teacher saw and thought i was making malicious stuff. I told her gently that im "making a website" and she changed her story to me trying to get past the school firewall.
Thing is we where learning HTML in my second period at the same time.
I got sent to the office and I explained my story and exactly what i was doing. And because how i handled it and my clean record in high school. Let me off. Teacher is still there but im in a different room. (I was/am taking a online class)
People are so fucking stupid
wrote "fuck" on the computer in year 6 :v:
I didn't get sent to the head teacher because I was honest, woo
[QUOTE=silentjubjub;38792939]In 7th grade english class a girl called me skinny (in a "wow, that is weird" type of way)
So I called her fat.
Detention.[/QUOTE]
This is something that really shits me off. I don't see why people, who I've just met, feel it's not at all rude to say "you're really skinny!" I can't meet someone and go "nice to meet you, don't know if you've realized but you're quite on the chubby side."
Why can't it work both ways?
Related to that and the thread, one kid in a drama class once asked me "fucking hell, do you ever eat?" To which I responded "fucking hell, do you ever stop eating?" She looked pretty angry and proceeded to waddle away.
I got in trouble once because I interrupted a teacher to ask to go to the nurse, because my nose was bleeding.
(1st grade)
I got a detention for not coming back inside quick enough because I helped someone find their shoe that some girls had stolen and buried near the swing set.
(4th grade)
I got sent home because I wished the teacher a happy birthday by writing "Happy Birthday Mrs. Bourke!" on the board.
I know we weren't supposed to write on the boards, but it wasn't like I was writing anything unkind up there.
(6th grade)
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Haven't gotten in (stupid) trouble since.
(4th grade)
apparently i beat up 5 girls outside on the playground......
while i was inside in excruciating pain because i had just gotten my apendix taken out and the stitches were still painful.....
that being said my teacher still wouldnt believe me over the 5 girls i supposedly beat up
thankfully the principal had some idea of how much pain i was in and the fact that i had 3 witnesses and a doctor's note saying i can't do anything intense else i'd break my stitches, convinced him not to punish me and tell my teacher that she's an idiot, best principal i ever had,
(6th grade)
some kids were bullying this kid, i punched one of them, and the kid being bullied reported me.. somehow i talked my way out of that one
(7th grade)
girl throws paper on the ground, crazy teacher yells at me "YOU, PICKUP THAT PAPER", i said no... and she had a nervous breakdown, and the vice principal gave me some detentions
(9th grade)
got 5 detentions for being late once.... the teacher never showed up for any of them... so i went home
(10th grade)
i forgot to put citations in one part of my paper along with most of the class that was gone on a school trip when she decided to go over citations and the requirements for the paper, the teacher decides to use the "plagerism" clause in the student handbook..... but unfortunatly she forgot to ever read said handbook, which states that the principals are to be informed, there will be a mark in the student's record, and they fail the assignment, because the principals were supprised to hear that they were not informed about the fact that she was going to fail half her class on such grounds, she was forced to give us credit for the paper, which was also worth 3/4s of our class grade
(11th grade)
playing cards with my friends, some teacher comes by and yells at us to put them away or else she'd take us to the principals and get suspended for "gambiling" as said in the handbook (teachers loved to quote the handbook as if they were lawyers quoting from statute), after having shit the year before, i pulled the handbook out, show her the section on gambling, then kindly tell her to fuck off,.... then somebody else in the room went nuts for some completely unrelated reason, and in the action, she forgot about us
after that i never really got into much else trouble wise, but i did want to tell my physics teacher to go fuck herself when she said that she thought i was stupid and retarted, because i failed the only test in a quarter that was worth 99% of a quarter grade, come to think of it, theres many things i wanted to say to that teacher, but i never really did cas it was my senior year
public school teachers can be really awsome, or they can be complete powerhungry assholes and bitches, what did public school teach me? that given a chance people will always try to squish you, and you have to not take shit from teachers, also memorizing the rulebook that they quote helps alot to break their resolve and make yourself look more trouble than its worth
Way back in fifth grade, I did an awesome stunt that landed me and the "mole people" in the yearbook. I didn't really get in trouble for it, but it's still a great story.
So every day, we could go outside for lunch if it wasn't too cold. Out in the recess yard, there was this gigantic sandbox about 20 feet across. One day, I thought it would be a [i]great[/i] idea to dig down until I hit the sewer system.
So I got 6 or 7 of my friends, we got one single plastic shovel from a shed, and we just started digging. Every single day, we'd meet up, organize who needed to work on what part of the hole, and dig with our hands until we went inside.
Don't ask me how, but only one of the teachers really noticed it. He told us to wash our hands to get the sand off before we ate, and just left us alone. No idea why he wasn't concerned that we might fall in and break our necks. Shitting you not when I say that in 2 weeks, the hole was almost 7 feet deep. Dozens and dozens of kids would go up to the hole, take pictures of us, and sit down and watch us dig for the whole lunch hour. Random kids we didn't even know started donating tons of shovels "for the fossil hunt", and some kids who lived in the area left a box of food with a note saying that it's for "the mole people".
Then, a few days after that, we hit rock-solid wet clay. We couldn't dig any further, but we still stuck around the pit and tried to break through. Then this bitchy kid decided it would be hilarious to throw himself into the hole and say that we pushed him, so these hispanic construction guys had to come and fill the pit with new sand. From what I've heard, the kids that go there now are still making stories about it and have debates about how deep it went. I like to think I created a religion.
My best friend and I lost recess for throwing pinecones at eachother.
[QUOTE=TurtleeyFP;38836689]Way back in fifth grade, I did an awesome stunt that landed me and the "mole people" in the yearbook. I didn't really get in trouble for it, but it's still a great story.
So every day, we could go outside for lunch if it wasn't too cold. Out in the recess yard, there was this gigantic sandbox about 20 feet across. One day, I thought it would be a [i]great[/i] idea to dig down until I hit the sewer system.
So I got 6 or 7 of my friends, we got one single plastic shovel from a shed, and we just started digging. Every single day, we'd meet up, organize who needed to work on what part of the hole, and dig with our hands until we went inside.
Don't ask me how, but only one of the teachers really noticed it. He told us to wash our hands to get the sand off before we ate, and just left us alone. No idea why he wasn't concerned that we might fall in and break our necks. Shitting you not when I say that in 2 weeks, the hole was almost 7 feet deep. Dozens and dozens of kids would go up to the hole, take pictures of us, and sit down and watch us dig for the whole lunch hour. Random kids we didn't even know started donating tons of shovels "for the fossil hunt", and some kids who lived in the area left a box of food with a note saying that it's for "the mole people".
Then, a few days after that, we hit rock-solid wet clay. We couldn't dig any further, but we still stuck around the pit and tried to break through. Then this bitchy kid decided it would be hilarious to throw himself into the hole and say that we pushed him, so these hispanic construction guys had to come and fill the pit with new sand. From what I've heard, the kids that go there now are still making stories about it and have debates about how deep it went. I like to think I created a religion.[/QUOTE]
a religion? i'd say more of a legend
i dont think 5th graders are going to be praying to a hole-god
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