Not school, kindergarden. I drew a rocket, in space, with flames shooting out from the engine. The teacher declared fire = violent, I had to stop drawing. I think she also talked to my parents, but I don’t remember more than that.
Your teacher then went on to be a Reddit admin
Exchanging bandaids.
Were they used bandages? If so, you deserved that and more.
I was not cool. That was a crime that was punished severely.
Usually when I got in trouble it was justified lol. I wasn’t the best with self control in elementary + middle school. A few detentions, in school suspensions, and one out of school. Never got into trouble once I got to high school age. Or…caught, really.
The teacher was teaching sex education and mentioned that sex only ever hurt for her, so we shouldn’t look forward to it. This is an L for a teacher IMO, TMI. But…
I took issue with this and blurted out accusing her of…well, basically never having being aroused by her husband and him going in dry. In front of 30 other immature teens.
I got sent to the principal, but he wasn’t in, so I got the VP who was an air head and forgot why I was there after 5 minutes talking with her quite happily. We got off topic and then I left without any punishment being dolled out when she got bored of the conversation. I think she had some school policy she was figuring out, but I no longer remember well enough to elaborate on that. I just remember being thoroughly confused about the encounter after and raved to my friends lol.
After that Mrs. Bugatti kept trying to get me to transfer to the gifted kids class instead, but I didn’t like the students in there personally and I had already rejected ladder climb mentality by then. Just sus she only tried after this happened is why I even bring it up.
How is someone like that teaching sex ed…
She needs some lessons herself
I’m not completely sure she wasn’t lying to dissuade us from having sex. Not that this alternative view helps at all…
She was rather opinionated. I remember she had a bugbear about shirts with corporate logos on them. Free advertising/walking billboard. Which I agree with actually, but it’s just a personal principal/style choice I hold to. I wouldn’t ridicule other people for wearing a coca cola or whatever T-shirt like she did.
The teacher had a favorite, who sat behind me. Anytime she tried to talk to me I got in trouble. I literally got detention once where I had to write out the same run on sentence over and over again 75 times about how sorry I was for being disruptive in class, all because this girl leaned forward and tapped me on the shoulder while the teacher was looking at me. I never spoke a word to her, I didn’t even look back at her. Teacher didn’t care, it was somehow my fault. I remember my hand cramping up writing the sentence and after the first however many minutes my writing started deteriorating so the teacher made me redo sentences. It was a very painful and miserable experience, I could barely hold the pencil by the end. Thinking about it now, that teacher was a sadist and had a very creepy fixation on that girl.
I’d forgotten all about hand pain from forced copy-writing, being a lefty that was a common part of my disliking school
Managed to not do my homework for a few months. Whatever check sheet the teacher used must have had my name in such a way she didn’t notice the empty row, until the day she did. ‘and the week before that, and the week before that’ getting progressively louder.
Robbing a bunch of sweets from the principals office. I was a very young kid
Myself and a friend decided to share a cigarette in the toilets one day. This was fairly common practice way back then. You’d get someone to look out and they would cough if a teacher was coming. It wasn’t flawless but it has a high success rate.
So we’re utterly destroying one cigarette between the two of us as quickly as we can and there’s a cough followed by loud banging on the door. We’re rumbled.
“OPEN UP. I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE”
So we open the door, sheepishly.
“WHAT WERE YOU BOYS DOING IN THERE?”
Now we’re both confused and look at each other. I timidly reply:
“Smoking, sir”
“WELL I HOPE THAT’S ALL YOU WERE DOING”
and the man stormed off. We couldn’t believe our luck. Smoking apparently A-OK once you’re not being gay.
the fact that it’s so important to them that you’re not being gay already tells you:
(1) that apparently, being gay is a phenomenon widespread enough that it concerns them.
(2) that there’s an evolutionary benefit to it that these people are trying to ignore (or are at the very least unaware of). because otherwise they wouldn’t be so biased against it.
idk whether these thoughts/observations can help you, but they help me because they remind me that it’s the teacher that’s being out of balance, not you. and also that you’re not alone with this.
Good thing you didn’t use British English, then.
“sucking off some fags sir”
I don’t get this (as I do use British English). Could you explain?
They probably meant fags as word for cigarettes
Ah!!! Makes perfect sense. Thank you!
I was a very well behaved kid, but somehow got punished multiple times for absolute bullshit reasons.
I think the most inexplicable was when I had changed schools. My old school was strict about sun safety. Hats were expected every time we were outside. The new school was the opposite, not allowing hats to be worn indoors at all, because they were only worn by rebellious kids or something.
I still wore one at lunch out of habit, and because I burn easily. One time I was going from one outdoor area to another, and had to pass through a covered walkway. It would have been 2 seconds under cover, but a teacher saw me. I got detention and my hat was confiscated.
There were two brothers in my high school, our last names were similar. And we were always getting in trouble for the other’s actions. When we would hear one of us get called to the office we would meet after class to see if it was a legit getting in trouble or something one of the other two did. We would always trade punishments too.
So literally I got into trouble for having a last name sharing 5/7 letters with someone else’s last name.
3rd grade. Teacher sent me and my best friend to the office with a note for being too disruptive (we were snickering a lot). I was used to getting into trouble, but he was petrified and shaking. I felt bad for him, so I told him I would take care of it.
I tossed the note over the wall, then we went off and played in the yard for the rest of the morning.
In the afternoon, there was school assembly. The two of us were called out by name and were told our parents would be called to come collect us. My mother showed up and couldn’t stop laughing at the silliness of it all.
My friend, he never talked to me again.
Probably the weirdest thing for me was a lunch supervisor who decided I had to eat liver when that was part of lunch in the small rural primary school I went to.
It always had the texture of a rubber ball and the flavour of stale vomit. So I would be made to sit and look at it on my plate instead of going out and playing with the other kids, for about 30 minutes, once a week.
I wasn’t a picky eater (we didn’t have much money, so that was my main meal of the day, I was always hungry), that was literally the only thing I didn’t want to eat. Other kids weren’t made to eat all of their lunches.
I remember her being really angry about it and standing over me the whole time.
Force feeding kids is so fucked up.
As a kid I hated pizza for some reason, my parents wouldn’t let me leave the table till I finished my pizza.
Sometimes adults forget that taste and texture are often perceived differently during childhood. Some things that I eat as an adult, my kid self would be completely grossed out by. And vice versa.
I HATED milk when I was a kid. I just found the taste and texture to be weird. As an adult, I don’t drink much of it but I don’t hate it anymore.
I hated milk too, and MUCH later on in life i learned I’m lactose intolerant. Neither parent noticed because they also didn’t drink milk.
Thing is, if you’re permitted to never to eat anything you don’t like, you’ll still be eating like a toddler at the age of 34. Your tastebuds will never develop if you only eat chicken nuggets.
Although milk does have an odd texture and taste and plenty of people dislike it all their lives, so that’s fair. I actually went off it when I grew up.
I’m not sure that’s true. There were lots of foods that I couldn’t eat as a kid without vomiting. I learned to like a broader variety of foods as an adult by experimenting at my own pace (and learning to cook for myself).
Okay, look, as a parent, I can tell you you have to tread a fine line. If you don’t “force feed” your kid (specifically, aren’t allowed to leave the table or eat anything else), they’ll end up eating nothing but chicken nuggets, fries, mac & cheese, and apples. That is not a balanced diet.
However, forcing them to eat absolutely anything and everything is extreme, too. I don’t like everything. I wouldn’t want somebody to force me to eat mushrooms.
So at any given meal, they can choose one and only one thing they don’t like and don’t have to eat. And I do try to avoid giving them things they obviously don’t want to eat (not even going to try putting broccoli on their plate even though it’s delicious).
Plus it’s a sliding scale: if I could get my 3-year-old to eat, and it wasn’t junk food, I was happy. When he turned 5, he had to start expanding his food out a bit (turns out he’s basically vegetarian except chicken nuggets, but he loves cucumber, carrots, salad, oranges, apples, etc because we made him eat them for a bit). Our 11-year-old, hoever, is expected to eat what we eat (minus spicy or overly spiced things, kids’ palates are different), but can make small exceptions. If she’s like “I don’t like any of this,” that doesn’t fly, though.
All that to say “Force feeding kids is so fucked up” is ignoring a lot of necessary nuance.
My philosophy is that a kid won’t go hungry with various options of healthy food in front of then every day if that’s what they’re used to.
They will eat what their bodies need as long as its available to them.
It’s when kids are used to eating lasagne /pizza/ burgers constantly that they becomes less interested in veggies.
I take myself as an example, I’m often not hungry at 8pm, but if you lut lasagne in front of me I’ll eat everything. If you put chicken & veg in front of me I won’t, but 2h later before bed I’ll eat it all because then I’ve actually become hungry
Yeah, some kids need persuasion in order to eat a more varied diet, so that’s probably where the thinking comes from, but like anything if taken to extremes it becomes abusive.
Now I’m middle aged and have developed a bunch of food allergies, so I’ve been forced into picky eating :-(
I was 8 years old, my teacher gave us a task to write 20 sentences. Each sentence must contain the word “I” and “My”
I was done long before the other kids and started doing other things, my 20 sentences were:
I walk my dog.
I walk my cat.
I walk my hamster.
I pet my dog. I pet my cat. I pet my hamster. Etc…When she saw what I did she lost her shit, scolded me and took me to our grade’s head teacher to scold me in front of her.
I hope the head teacher was more reasonable
Nothing serious but our history teacher once accused me of being on my phone during class when I was reading something about venice in the textbook and not paying attention. She then did not believe me and I had to go up to her desk and sut in her chair so I could see how she supposedly could see me using my phone from there.
It may not be the strangest, but it shows how some teachers just don’t like you personnally for no reason. I don’t know the English grade system so I was around 14-15yrs old I’d say. Drawing teacher gave me 2 hours of detention which I didn’t know (I learned it because I stood in school as my parents couldn’t take me early). So I learned that, I had an exercise to draw again the same exercise because my previous drawing was “bad” and he thought I didn’t spend enough time on it. Surprise, the girl who has had the greatest grades in art, and happened to be my friend, suggested to draw it for me. So I said yes and she drew for me, I didn’t do anything.
I gave that back to the teacher, he did not even gave me 10/20 (that’s how grade works here). So I had a bad grade, I don’t remember exactly but he said I had not worked enough as habits.
Bastard.
