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.

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.

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…

Grade 5 or 6, teacher was introducing a project about the wisdom inherent in proverbs (not biblical, traditional sayings). In discussion I opined there was no wisdom in contradictions like “look before you leap” versus “he who hesitates is lost” and “many hands make light work” versus “too many cooks spoil the broth”, the wisdom was knowing which proverb applies to the situation at hand. Sent to the principal and received a beating with a paddle for being a disruptive smart aleck.

Not wanting to play sports.

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. I was terrified, I never went to the principle, I was a good kid.

I was ahead with reading during Dutch class.

We often had classical reading exercises where one student is tasked to read a text and at some point another student would be pointed at to take over. I was a pretty fast reader at the time and class was soooooo slow, and I figured I wouldn’t be called upon, because I had to do it the week before already, so I was ahead quite a bit in the text and there was 1 sentence that got repeated in the text.

You can guess the rest, I get called upon, my neighbour whispers the first few words of that one repeated sentence and I start reading from the wrong instance that sentence appeared. The entire class confused.

Got me detention that day.

Why do you not crosspost when you copy someone else’s post?

2nd grade, the meanest teacher I ever had got mad at me for using a colorful pen to write on my classwork. In front of the class, she told me to “never bring that pen back to school.” This was a new pen that I had just bought - the kind with multiple colors inside and I wanted it for my babysitter’s after school so I could use it on the Spirograph - so I said, “Can’t I just keep it in my backpack? I go to my babysitter’s…” and that’s where she cut me off and proceeded to yell at me in front of the whole class and made me sit out for recess for “talking back”. Since I had “lunch detention”, I had to eat last, but I had never been in big trouble before and I cried the whole recess and, by the time my lunch came I couldn’t eat from crying so they called my mom to talk me into eating.

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.

Asking questions and wanting to learn more.

Went to a pretty strict school with uniform/dresscode in Asia. One of the rules is we’re not allowed to dye our hair. One of my high school teachers was convinced that all Asians have black hair, so my hair that’s very slightly brown under sunlight cannot be natural. It’s so subtly brown that most people would say I have black hair. It’s just that he saw me under the sun with my friends who had blacker hair than me that he assumed I died my hair.

At first he gave me a written warning. I thought it was stupid so I ignored it. The next time I had his class, he pulled me aside and told me he was gonna send me home cos I still hadn’t dyed my hair back to black. I’d never really been in trouble at school so I didn’t even know what I was supposed to do. Since he was teaching a class, he sent me to the teachers lounge and find someone there and tell them I’m supposed to be sent home. Luckily the teacher I found there was someone who liked me and when I told her about the issue she just laughed and said that’s stupid. She let me hang out with her until the end of the period so I didn’t have to deal with the other teacher until she got a chance to talk to him.

Detention for “smiling.” Teacher took it as disrespect and told me to stop, but given the ridiculousness of the request and my classmates’ giggling as I repeatedly tried and failed to put on a serious expression, I was kinda doomed.

Also not saying I deserved it, but I had broken plenty of rules and not gotten in trouble so it felt fair enough.

Someone – I don’t know who – claimed I had broken into a classroom. I had not. They could not prove I had. There was no clear motive. Just an allegation. I felt like the principal had an axe to grind with me throughout high school and in hindsight my attitude and responses like, “I don’t want to be here at all. Why would I break into a classroom that I have zero interest in being in?” probably did not help.

Ended with me getting a three day suspension. My parents seemed to think the whole ordeal was really stupid. If they doubted I was telling the truth, they didn’t say it and I didn’t get into any more trouble at home.