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!
That’s hilarious and fucked up.
When I was in high school one lunchtime I was sitting there reading sci fi by myself like a total nerd and some other kids were sitting nearby and they started smoking cigarettes, which was against the rules. Anyway a teacher saw them just as the lunch period ended and the teacher said: “all right You, You, You, and You stay behind!” And the teacher pointed at me, because I was nearby. I was like: wow, I haven’t been in trouble before! I was writing a lot of short fiction and poetry at the time so I thought it’d be a good experience. So I sat there and listened for a while as the teacher berated the kids. But eventually I realized I’d gotten all I was gonna get from this teacher’s unimaginative lecture, so I stood up and was like: I gotta go to class. The teacher glared at me and was gonna go off, but the other kids were cool, they were like nah he wasn’t a part of this. The teacher looked at me, looked at my sci fi book, looked at me again, then realized yeah these kids would never have anything to do with this dork. So they let me run off to class.
Myself and a friend decided to share a cigarette in the toilets one day. This was fairly common practice way back then. You’d get someone to look out and they would cough if a teacher was coming. It wasn’t flawless but it has a high success rate.
So we’re utterly destroying one cigarette between the two of us as quickly as we can and there’s a cough followed by loud banging on the door. We’re rumbled.
“OPEN UP. I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE”
So we open the door, sheepishly.
“WHAT WERE YOU BOYS DOING IN THERE?”
Now we’re both confused and look at each other. I timidly reply:
“Smoking, sir”
“WELL I HOPE THAT’S ALL YOU WERE DOING”
and the man stormed off. We couldn’t believe our luck. Smoking apparently A-OK once you’re not being gay.
Good thing you didn’t use British English, then.
“sucking off some fags sir”
I don’t get this (as I do use British English). Could you explain?
They probably meant fags as word for cigarettes
Ah!!! Makes perfect sense. Thank you!
the fact that it’s so important to them that you’re not being gay already tells you:
(1) that apparently, being gay is a phenomenon widespread enough that it concerns them.
(2) that there’s an evolutionary benefit to it that these people are trying to ignore (or are at the very least unaware of). because otherwise they wouldn’t be so biased against it.
idk whether these thoughts/observations can help you, but they help me because they remind me that it’s the teacher that’s being out of balance, not you. and also that you’re not alone with this.
Barred from the school computers for Responsible disclosure of a security laps in the school computers.
Turned out of you open Encyclopaedia Britannica application and select the open document window it brings up the regular windows open file dialogue window. If you pressed the up folder enough times you went from your local profile to the folder on the server that contained every users files and you had full read right privileges in all student folders.
I reported it to the it desk and was barred from using the school computers for a month for hacking the school computers.
When the letter was sent home about it dad wanted to know what I had done so I told him and he thought, yea you did the right thing I’ll call the principal and get this sorted.
Dad use to be the treasurer of the parent teacher committee so he knew the school admin quite well. My teacher for computer studies got a note from the principal the next day that I was permitted to use the computers again.
something similar happened at my school. you could read all the other student’s user profiles through the file explorer. it was useless though because the students had no interesting stuff stored on their profiles (i checked). when i finally told a teacher, he tried to act as if he hadn’t heard, because he correctly guessed that it would mean more work for him (to fix the insecure system). i would have been really excited if you could have accessed teacher’s profiles that way, though.
The teacher had a favorite, who sat behind me. Anytime she tried to talk to me I got in trouble. I literally got detention once where I had to write out the same run on sentence over and over again 75 times about how sorry I was for being disruptive in class, all because this girl leaned forward and tapped me on the shoulder while the teacher was looking at me. I never spoke a word to her, I didn’t even look back at her. Teacher didn’t care, it was somehow my fault. I remember my hand cramping up writing the sentence and after the first however many minutes my writing started deteriorating so the teacher made me redo sentences. It was a very painful and miserable experience, I could barely hold the pencil by the end. Thinking about it now, that teacher was a sadist and had a very creepy fixation on that girl.
I’d forgotten all about hand pain from forced copy-writing, being a lefty that was a common part of my disliking school
Wearing blue camo shorts in 4th grade because it promotes violence by looking like the military
Omg you just reminded me of something. In my elementary school, they banned slap bracelets. Not because they could cut you or any “normal” reason like all the other schools, but because they were “gang paraphernalia”. Yep. If you wore a slap bracelet in my elementary school, you would get detention cus only gang members wore slap bracelets.
I was in high school when the Simpsons was still pretty new, and there was some popular Bart t-shirt at the time that got the word “hell” banned on any clothing.
All while the school mascot is the Blue Devil.
Our list of gang affiliated clothing was so long the teachers couldn’t remember what to enforce. They didn’t dress code anyone because they’d have to start following the rules for everyone.
It included: bandanas, slouchy toques, white tank tops, black hoodies, red or blue hats, and red or blue shirts.
Fun fact: The school sports teams wore black hoodies with gold logos.
If you think about it, that was kind of a civics lesson. The Authority will brand anything they don’t like as criminal activity.
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.
I was a very well behaved kid, but somehow got punished multiple times for absolute bullshit reasons.
I think the most inexplicable was when I had changed schools. My old school was strict about sun safety. Hats were expected every time we were outside. The new school was the opposite, not allowing hats to be worn indoors at all, because they were only worn by rebellious kids or something.
I still wore one at lunch out of habit, and because I burn easily. One time I was going from one outdoor area to another, and had to pass through a covered walkway. It would have been 2 seconds under cover, but a teacher saw me. I got detention and my hat was confiscated.
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.
Inadvertently walked in on two teachers discussing their affair in junior high school.
My choir teacher, at the time a young woman in her twenties, was fucking a history teacher in his 40’s who was married to another teacher at the same school. I walked into the room where all the sheet music was stored to get something and they were talking, at which point he immediately turned to me and snarled: “Do you mind?!” I didn’t even hear what they were saying, but in hindsight, the circumstances make it obvious.
I was just a teenager and not expecting this weird moment, was stunned and just backed out of the room. I didn’t put it all together until later because I couldn’t imagine a young woman screwing what I saw as an old man at the time.
I got called in to the office later that day and she’d made an allegation that I’d harassed her and I was going to be suspended, but really, she and history teacher concocted this to cover for themselves in case it got out.
It was an important early lesson in distrusting authority.
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.
“The nail that sticks out gets hammered down.”
Hai!
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.
Did anyone else get in school suspension? That seems incredibly harsh.
I got a detention in elementary school because my mom made me late too many times. I wasn’t even old enough to walk to school yet so it had to be 1st or 2nd grade. I was very confused and sad that day.
I don’t remember what my mom said or even if I mentioned it to her. I wish I knew my teachers reasoning even if it was bullshit.
Did anyone else get in school suspension?
Yes, though my memory of it is kind of limited all these years later.
It was a case of collective punishment. At least that third and final time the bus was late, it was because a number of the kids on the same route took too long to get on the bus and get settled, which caused us to be late. Some kids would wait to leave their house until they saw the bus or heard the horn beep. So, I guess they decided to punish everyone, for reasons.
I don’t even think it was literally everybody that rode the bus, because some of the kids’ parents would/could drop them off at school any time the bus was late or not running. But that wasn’t an option for me.
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 too had some issues at school in 2nd grade and it comes up often. I’ve never really got over it.
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.
Force feeding kids is so fucked up.
As a kid I hated pizza for some reason, my parents wouldn’t let me leave the table till I finished my pizza.
Sometimes adults forget that taste and texture are often perceived differently during childhood. Some things that I eat as an adult, my kid self would be completely grossed out by. And vice versa.
I HATED milk when I was a kid. I just found the taste and texture to be weird. As an adult, I don’t drink much of it but I don’t hate it anymore.
I hated milk too, and MUCH later on in life i learned I’m lactose intolerant. Neither parent noticed because they also didn’t drink milk.
Thing is, if you’re permitted to never to eat anything you don’t like, you’ll still be eating like a toddler at the age of 34. Your tastebuds will never develop if you only eat chicken nuggets.
Although milk does have an odd texture and taste and plenty of people dislike it all their lives, so that’s fair. I actually went off it when I grew up.
I’m not sure that’s true. There were lots of foods that I couldn’t eat as a kid without vomiting. I learned to like a broader variety of foods as an adult by experimenting at my own pace (and learning to cook for myself).
Yeah, some kids need persuasion in order to eat a more varied diet, so that’s probably where the thinking comes from, but like anything if taken to extremes it becomes abusive.
Now I’m middle aged and have developed a bunch of food allergies, so I’ve been forced into picky eating :-(
IMO how you persuade them is buy just limiting the stuff they get too much from.
If you just had a huge lasagne, you’re not going to feel like veggies. But if you had chicken & rice then you’ll have space for veggies. (flawed example, but you get the idea)
Okay, look, as a parent, I can tell you you have to tread a fine line. If you don’t “force feed” your kid (specifically, aren’t allowed to leave the table or eat anything else), they’ll end up eating nothing but chicken nuggets, fries, mac & cheese, and apples. That is not a balanced diet.
However, forcing them to eat absolutely anything and everything is extreme, too. I don’t like everything. I wouldn’t want somebody to force me to eat mushrooms.
So at any given meal, they can choose one and only one thing they don’t like and don’t have to eat. And I do try to avoid giving them things they obviously don’t want to eat (not even going to try putting broccoli on their plate even though it’s delicious).
Plus it’s a sliding scale: if I could get my 3-year-old to eat, and it wasn’t junk food, I was happy. When he turned 5, he had to start expanding his food out a bit (turns out he’s basically vegetarian except chicken nuggets, but he loves cucumber, carrots, salad, oranges, apples, etc because we made him eat them for a bit). Our 11-year-old, hoever, is expected to eat what we eat (minus spicy or overly spiced things, kids’ palates are different), but can make small exceptions. If she’s like “I don’t like any of this,” that doesn’t fly, though.
All that to say “Force feeding kids is so fucked up” is ignoring a lot of necessary nuance.
My philosophy is that a kid won’t go hungry with various options of healthy food in front of then every day if that’s what they’re used to.
They will eat what their bodies need as long as its available to them.
It’s when kids are used to eating lasagne /pizza/ burgers constantly that they becomes less interested in veggies.
I take myself as an example, I’m often not hungry at 8pm, but if you lut lasagne in front of me I’ll eat everything. If you put chicken & veg in front of me I won’t, but 2h later before bed I’ll eat it all because then I’ve actually become hungry
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.
