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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.

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 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.

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.

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.

Grade one detention. Yelling at another kid for reading over my shoulder during quiet time after I quietly, repeatedly asked him to stop.

I'm in my 30's now and you can still get FUCKED Mrs. Williams. You can eat a dick too, Patrick. Get your own fucking book.

Wearing blue camo shorts in 4th grade because it promotes violence by looking like the military

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.

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.

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.

In junior school I lost my pencil (because this was so long ago I'm not sure how that happened). Teacher told me to look for it rather than just giving me a replacement. I looked everywhere, under everything, and I didn't stop looking for it because, well, what else was I supposed to do?

Anyway I got told off for that even though that's what I'd been told to do.

I definitely got a ruler to the bottom in that class (in front of everyone) although I'm not 100% sure it was for that incident.

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.

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.

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.

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

I'm the 4th grade I took some Crayola markers and connected them end to end. I was up to 3 when I was sent to stand outside in the hall.

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.

Someone got me into a first fight but I somehow was also in the wrong

Freshman year. Me and a guy from another class got pulled in by the guidance counselor. He told us some girls from a higher year told him we brought porno mags to school. We were literally just a few months into high school and I barely knew the other guy. Maybe that was their idea of a prank? Anyway, nothing came out of it fortunately.

My teacher was a bully.

I received detention exactly once in my life, in my final year at the last school week before my exams.

For entirely unjust reasons and to perform a task of finding certain information online i had previously tried in group and we concluded the information did not exist online. So i just fumbled my thumbs till i could go home.

She bullied other people of my class too. She also blamed us for being suicidal because idk the only reason she gave was her previous class had higher grades than us. I was actually suicidal at the time.

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

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

Exchanging bandaids.