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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.

I was in grade 2 in the 60’s, around 7yrs old I guess. I had a teacher who was named Miss Eaton. She was a very old mean spirited spinster.

We were learning how to write. I find that I am left handed. Old battle axe started smacking my left hand with a ruler saying I’ll get the devil out of you yet and kept forcing me to write with my right hand and smacking me when I didn’t. This went on for a while (ya I guess I was dumb) until my mom saw my red hand and asked. Well holy shit she grabbed her keys and me right then and there and drove at the speed of light to the school and barged into the office. Damage to this day was done. I have horrible hand writing.

One of the kids in my grade just happened to be the son of my teacher at the time. He did not like me because the girl he liked was giving me attention. We'll, one day he caught us holding hands (hard-core, I know) so he went to his mom, my teacher, and said I punched him in the face and had been bullying him. I never ever bullied anyone, especially him, and certainly never hit him or anything of the sort. Not once. But it was my word against his and obviously my teacher sided with her son. I had to stay after school everyday for something like 2 weeks. She never treated me the same again. I'm still salty about that. He totally got me. That ginger motherfucker. Jesse, if you're out there somewhere, fuck you.

I wore a Blossom hat to school. I had just started junior high and it was like the third day of the school year. I had this brand new crushed velvet hat with little pink rosebuds and I was so excited to wear it. I paired it with a satin floral vest, a pink turtleneck, and a pair of stirrup pants, as was the style at the time, and strutted into school knowing I was stylin'.

I had no idea there was a rule against hats, and in homeroom, in front of everyone, my battleaxe of a homeroom teacher yelled at me: "Who told you you could wear a hat?!" To which little timid me said "... my mom?" And she yelled "You know you're not allowed to wear hats in school, take that off right now! I don't want to see it again!" And I almost fucking cried.

Thanks for embarrassing me in front of everyone, Mrs. DeFilippo.

I got in trouble at multiple points for reading books during recess/bringing them to lunch. For some reason, it made some teachers really upset. It wasn’t even that they were school library books - just that I wasn’t supposed to have books at recess or something.

What was really ridiculous was the troubled teen facility/alternative “school” I went to (as a punishment for tattling on my mom for all of her drugs/attempting to kill myself because she was a psycho bitch I couldn’t escape from).

They would punish me for things that “happened” at home, so she would tell them that I cussed/fought my sister/did drugs.

The absolutely insane thing though: I wanted to watch Fight Club. My mom had friends over and was drinking, I asked her permission to watch the movie, she gave me permission, I watched the movie (I had read the book so many times, fell in love with it as a silly teenager.)

The next day, she was angry that I had taken advantage of her being drunk by tricking her into letting me watch the movie. (Big thing with her - getting punished retroactively because she didn’t mean to give me permission for something.)

So I was sent to school with my “stoplights” being all red.

We had to come up with “goals” that we would work on to improve ourselves at the school. I genuinely thought I had done something wrong, so I made my goal “not to ask my mother for permission to do things when she is drinking.”

This lead to consequences. We had a meeting, where I was told saying things like that was dangerous, implied my mom was an alcoholic (the bitch had DUIs!!! My siblings and I used to show off how good our lungs were by starting the car because it had a fucking breathalyzer), and that I could be taken away and put in foster care.

I lost my “progress” in my levels, and spent a week in the red with no privileges - because my mom was a fucking oxy popping lush.

This is the “funny” story there. What they did in retaliation to my allegations of sexual abuse was far worse.

4th grade social studies. The assignment was to transcribe the definition of the unit's vocabulary words from the textbook's glossary.

I forgot the text book at school.

Dad called another parent for the vocabulary words, gave me a giant, unabridged dictionary and told me to start writing.

Received a zero, and a lunch detention.

Fuck you, Bitting.

Not wanting to play sports.

I "broke into" a room I officially had been given a key to by the headmaster.

I was the new head of our student newspaper at the time and as such had been given a key to the room. The former head didn't go out in good graces and hated my guts. And claimed I came in before I officially was the head and stole something from him. In reality I had cleaned up the crazy mess he left -partially with the help of a teacher.

....well, the former head was well connected, I wasn't as I was a troublemaker and the administration loved to have a cause to kick me out.

Funnily enough I did enough other shit to warrant that...but they didn't catch me with that...

Got accused of setting fire to the school. At the time of the fire, I was miles away, taking a music exam, after getting official permission, and being picked up and taken there by my mum. All very easily verifiable. Didn't stop them from 'interviewing' me for 3 hours.

Exchanging bandaids.

I was not cool. That was a crime that was punished severely.

I scratched my balls because they were itchy and got sent to the principal for touching myself. I was in 1st grade.

Robbing a bunch of sweets from the principals office. I was a very young kid

Didn't get in trouble, but did get called after class and chastised for arguing with my science teacher that her description that current electricity was useful and static electricity was useless had an exception of dusters, aren't those useful? She was furious that I questioned her lesson and told me to accept it or shut up next time. Pretty universally hated teacher.

A friend (sitting 3 benches away) glued a coin to his bench

Not really a strange reason, but I have adhd, and I had a horrible teacher in 4th grade that sent me to the principal for being distracted in class. She was well aware I was in Special Ed and she didn't care. I was terrified, I never went to the principle, I was a good kid.

I drew a caricature of Osama Bin Laden on a handout for our presentation that was given to other students. I don't know why I did that but I thought it would be funny. My teacher was not happy at all and I got into some serious trouble.

I didn't get in trouble, but the principal wanted to know who had scribbled a phrase on our table with an eraser that had already been removed. 🙄

Nah, fuck your stupid detention for that.