Dumbest things you got in trouble for at school

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Drawing Yoshi in 7th grade. Teacher (hardcore old country lady) said it was satanic or something and gave me a week of detention. Yes, a happy go lucky dinosaur is the first to be singing Dorime in satans cathedral.

Freshman year i said nigga in class while no niggers even attended my school and my teach screeches because thought i said NIGGER sending me to the freshman principals office. Luckily for me she was a old fashioned Texan racist and just laughed it off.

Junior year some bitch teacher came into our class to shut everyone up since teacher was out. I called her a lobster because she always wore red and her skin always looked red and she kept yelling at me that I'm in big trouble but i told her to go back to her tank.
 
I've also had teachers attempt to confiscate library books (yes even the school library books) I was reading in class because they deemed it inappropriate. Back in middle school I would read books about mythology and of course they would have nude paintings in them. Now as a kid I thought nothing of the nudity because I was more interested in the mythological creatures I would use as inspiration for my art. I actually got into more trouble with my parents regarding that, but that's another story.

I also discovered that some teachers really hated it if you were just sitting quietly and drawing in class. I could be done with classwork and not have anything else to do, so I would just pass the time doodling in a sketchbook or on a piece of paper. It didn't matter what I was drawing, they claimed I was distracting/disrupting the class by doing it. I don't know if they hated art or just wanted their students doing assignments all day.

In 8th grade, One of my math teachers got so pissed at me for drawing, she took what I was coloring in and threw it in the trash. Now she tried explain to me how what she did was justified, meanwhile she would ignore other kids cussing and slapping each other in class. I just sat there in disbelief at her trying to lecture me about doing something as harmless as drawing. When class was over I just took my drawing back from the trashcan and it wasn't even crumpled nor did it have any stains on it.
 
Me and two other girls unintentionally left for lunch 1 minute early my junior year (we though a 27 was a 29 or something, don't remember), and the principal shat a brick about it so we had break detention for an entire week. We were all three A and A/B students who could probably be described as "goodies" (one of the girls was a preacher's daughter) but no slack was cut for us. We had to write some variant of "I will listen to the rules" like 60 times every day.

On a half-day at school (we were letting out at 11:30), I did not bring my backpack or a lunchbox. I had gotten a soda (diet of course because Michele Obama) from a machine and wasn't able to finish it during break, so I kept it with me. I had it between my legs at the lunch table (where everyone was while waiting on 11:30 to hit), and when I took a drink from it, the jackass vice-principal zeroed in on me and demanded I throw it away, because we aren't allowed to have soft drinks in the lunchroom. It was like 11:25 and I had barely drank out of it. $1.25 wasted.

My school has a very interesting punishment scale. I am out of high school of course, but my mom works there, and a kid literally downed whiskey he had in his locker, became drunk as fuck, went to Vo-Tech (where you go off campus for welding classes) and drunkenly attacked other students with a blowtorch. He was back in school the next day. No suspension or anything. He wasn't even arrested, was just given a court date. Meanwhile, honor student pastor's daughters get detention and sentences like fourth graders because they accidentally left an elective class a minute early.
 
Niggernerd dijo:
Drawing Yoshi in 7th grade. Teacher (hardcore old country lady) said it was satanic or something and gave me a week of detention. Yes, a happy go lucky dinosaur is the first to be singing Dorime in satans cathedral.
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Couldn't the principal have overturned that, assuming this wasn't bible belt and it was just that one teacher?
 
FuckedUp dijo:
Couldn't the principal have overturned that, assuming this wasn't bible belt and it was just that one teacher?
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I guess that would depend on the school. But I have heard similar stories from friends where they would have a teacher get really upset at them for drawing Sonic, Pokemon, or anime because it looked satanic.

Even though I was in the bible belt too, I haven't had a teacher or a principal claim that my drawings were satanic. My parents on the other hand...hoo boy. They would lose it over almost anything I drew that was of interest to me, because it always looked satanic to them. One of the things I got into huge trouble for drawing was NiGHTS into Dreams.
 
I only got in trouble twice. In sixth grade, I was suspended from riding the bus for a month for 'fighting' after I busted a kid's nose open with my math book after he kept reaching over the seat and grabbing my breasts. My parents were pissed at the school. Then, in ninth grade the entire class got in trouble because the teacher never showed up. Someone from the office called at one point asking for her, and we said she never showed up, but they never sent anyone. After class a couple of girls went and told the principal, so that they weren't punished. Everyone else had to do a written assignment about how we all should have told the office she wasn't there. It was gay.
 
Freshman year of high school I got told to go home and change my clothes or not come back that day because what I was wearing was "gang related" This was right after Columbine and everyone was still on high alert.

My clothes? An Ozzy Osbourne band shirt and jeans. No black trenchcoat, no gang shit, just my Ozzy shirt. Apparently that was enough to mark me as a Harris and Klebold fanboy 🤨
 
Getting into a fight with the boyfriend of my best friend from elementary school who I had a VERY serious crush on because I thought he blue-shelled me after my first attempt at asking her out resulted in an indirect rejection that made me think she didn't understand that I was trying to ask her on a date (in actuality she just didn't want to say no to me face)
 
Autumnal Equinox dijo:
Freshman year of high school I got told to go home and change my clothes or not come back that day because what I was wearing was "gang related" This was right after Columbine and everyone was still on high alert.

My clothes? An Ozzy Osbourne band shirt and jeans. No black trenchcoat, no gang shit, just my Ozzy shirt. Apparently that was enough to mark me as a Harris and Klebold fanboy 🤨
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Years after there was still some hate with metal shirts. I got in trouble for a iron maiden tee because eddie had a hatchet.
 
I got suspended for "Bullying" because I made a drink bleach joke right after Amanda Todd killed her self.
It wasn't pointed at anyone, someone was talking about bleaching hair and I said "Don't drink it!"
also I live 2,500 miles away from BC it's not like she went to my school.
 
A bunch of black dudes attacked me at my locker, including one doing a hard kick that almost knocked me over.

This super jew-y homeroom teacher, whose name was Kermit (no shit) pulled me into his class and chewed me out for being "racist" for sneering and being angry about it.
He looked like a fat, bald Steven Spielberg.
 
When wrestling was still entertaining in the late 90s, if you’d perform the D-Generation X crotch chop, you’d get three days of in school suspension. That, of course, didn’t stop it from happening at all. They eventually stopped enforcing punishment for it, and over time, people stopped doing it.
 
3rd grade was when I mentally checked out because school was boring me to death, I was being bullied at school and my parents were terrorizing and beating me at home. My homeroom teacher wanted blanket permission to spank me, but couldn’t seem to come up with a concrete reason why. My parents wouldn’t give her permission, but the beatings continued at home.

In 4th grade I didn’t do a science project because I thought it was bullshit but I lied and said I didn’t know it was required. The teachers did a lot of autistic screeching but I didn’t have to try to figure out which bubblegum made the biggest bubbles or some other crap like that.

In 5th grade the kids were bullying me on the bus really fucking hard and I had punched a couple of them. We got called into the principal’s office where the principal threatened to spank me, but he didn’t have permission from my parents to do this. Of course the bullies didn’t get threatened. He asked if we could get along. I offered to shake hands with the ringleader, and then had to explain what shaking hands was to her.

In 6th grade we were all assigned to write a story about Santa Claus and this other kid and I wrote similar stories about Santa going to jail. We were both pulled out of class and interrogated about whether or not we were friends and how was it that we could have both written a story about Santa being arrested, etc. You’d have thought there had been a bomb threat. Look kid we know you’re getting your ass kicked in the hallways and people are spitting on you at the height of a health scare but we have to get to the bottom of this academic wangst. They eventually decided they had no proof but Jesus tap dancing Christ.

In 7th grade most of the school was gone on a field trip so there were four of us in English class. The teacher went outside to get something from his car, and the two football player boys held the door closed so he had to walk around to the front of the building to get back inside. )It was an open classroom design.) All four of us got called to the office and the principal specifically threatened to suspend ME first, like I was going to be able to stop these two linebackers from doing whatever the hell they wanted to do. I think my parents had to call the school to tell that fucker to calm his tits.

In 10th or 11th grade a bunch of us in show choir got back from a performance and didn’t go back to class. A couple of the goody two-shoes got an attack of conscience and told on themselves as well as the rest of us. I think I went along with them when they did it because I didn’t want to appear to be the one who lacked a conscience—I don’t remember exactly how this went. I do remember that nothing ever came of it.

Senior year the brats in show choir were being nasty to me because of stuff my mom had done as chaperone on a class trip the year before. So I wrote a nastygram in limerick form that got passed around the school. They threatened to expel me for that. My dad didn’t want to go into the school and argue with the principal, but my mom forced him. He’s the one who made the copies for me.
 
In like, 4th grade or something I got pushed down at recess and fell on top of a fat girl. She reported me for "sexual harassment" and I got pulled out of school. She's dead now though

I think I also peed in my desk once
 
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