Throwing ground pepper at the three bullies who tried to beat me up.

Got sent to the director, and told her I had to do something to protect me as she didn’t, and thank you that you finally cared about what was happening in school.

I got thrown out of class for borrowing a pencil.

Didn’t understand then, don’t understand now.

In pre-K I read the course storybook correctly without mistakes and I got in trouble for “memorizing the text”

The punishment? Standing next to a plastic frog for the day.

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.

Having long hair as a boy.

This is probably stretching the definition of strange, but I got in school suspension in middle school for having 3 tardies (aka arriving late to school). I rode the school bus to school each day, I had no control over whether I was late or not, so I find it strange to be punished for something like that.

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.

In computer class I searched “gay porn” on my friends computer when while he was gone. The teacher saw me do it and sent me to the principal’s office where I got in trouble for being gay. When I got home my parents were also upset. Apparently the principal called them to tell them I was gay! I was really confused as to why being gay seemed to be the issue and not searching for porn on a school computer and that’s how I learned about homophobia!

got in trouble in kinder or elementary for muttering some of the lines in lion king, a snitch student thought it was cursing and informed the teacher of it.

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.

Brought a flail to school, for “punk day”. Oak, leather-wrapped handle. 3 heavy 3-foot long chains. Brass hardware. Magnificent.

Physics prof face was total anxiety.

Oh ya, he took it away for the day. I took it home no prob.

I made it. The brass part was from a lamp post. Not exactly military grade but I could fuck stuff up.

I threw an apple core under a school bus.

I had just finished my apple at the bus stop and decided to toss the core before boarding. A woman at the bus stop told the driver I violently threw a rock under the bus. By the time I made it to school, it somehow had become glass through her calling the school.

Never did learn why that woman had such a bad day.

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.

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.

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