What was the strangest reason you got in trouble in school?

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.

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.

sounds like the perfect family (/s)
why are there so many mentally ill mothers out there. probably has something with "capitalism makes people insane" or sth. at least that's my explanation. i hope you're doing better now. at least getting away from her.

I got thrown out of class for borrowing a pencil.

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

Sharing resources is SOCIALISM
- sharing is caring 😊

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

sth similar happened to me. that might sound unhinged but i wish that teacher a particularly cruel death.
(i am still being very emotionally affected by it.)
teachers explaining to kids that their bodies are not ok and that they should feel shame for themselves is definitely not something we need. i just think it would be karmic if that teacher suffered difficulty.
So basically they went through extra effort to teach you what masturbation is?
Nice.

Having long hair as a boy.

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.

I wouldn't blame the kid too much, he may have grown up to be a good person... But the teacher was abusing her position without verifying the accusations, and nobody else intervened?

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.

So also the strangest punishment!

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.

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...

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 didn't get in trouble, but the principal wanted to know who had scribbled a phrase on our table with an eraser that had already been removed. 🙄

Nah, fuck your stupid detention for that.

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.

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.
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?

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

How is someone like that teaching sex ed...
She needs some lessons herself
- I'm not completely sure she wasn't lying to dissuade us from having sex. Not that this alternative view helps at all...
  She was rather opinionated. I remember she had a bugbear about shirts with corporate logos on them. Free advertising/walking billboard. Which I agree with actually, but it's just a personal principal/style choice I hold to. I wouldn't ridicule other people for wearing a coca cola or whatever T-shirt like she did.

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.

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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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 :-(

I had just learned how to shoot a rubber band with one hand at school in 5th grade. 1998ish. Thought it was the coolest thing. I had this teacher everyone hated. She was so self centered and mean.

So from the back of the class, I shot a tiny rubber band toward her. She unfortunately saw me out of the corner of her eye. She immediately went into hysterics and I was sent out of class to wait in the office. My mother was called to pick me up. This teacher was crying into the arms of the principle like some victim of some heinous act.

My mom found out that the teacher was one of her best friends from Catholic school. Was outraged at me. I had no idea wtf they were so mad about. I've shot tons of rubber bands in class and never before had they gone so nuts about it. I only find out later that they had told my mother I had pretended to shoot a gun at my teacher.

My mother threw me down two flights of stairs and held me on the wall by my neck, feet dangling. She hissed and spit in my face, telling me how embarrassed she was and how horrible I am. And to this day she doesn't believe I was shooting a fucking rubber band like kids fucking do.

Ima be honest man, didn't see that last paragraph coming.
Holy shit, that would've eroded my trust in my mother completely.
Similar people go well together

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.

I hope the head teacher was more reasonable
- She didn't really do much as far as I can remember

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.

That happened to me every time. I'm sure the teacher knew I read ahead so he just did it to embarrass me. It's so weird, though, why punish someone for reading?
- 50% of teachers are sadists, though. unfortunately.

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

He really hates Lemmy.ml so my assumption is that he doesn't want to link back to it in any way since the original question was in the Lemmy.ml asklemmy communjty
I think not all clients support it. is it a feature on the default lemmy website?
- Of course. And even if not, just put the URL to the original into the link field.

I wore overalls that were too tight.

I'm a guy.

Stupid, sexy ~~Flanders~~ overalls!
- it wasn't the butt they were worried about

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.

Your teacher then went on to be a Reddit admin

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.

I remember having so much fun doing this.

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.

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.

(High school, approx 1 year ago) Not particularly trouble, just a bit of scolding from school IT admin.

The school network blocked certain sites and services. I also wanted to convert a few videos to AV1, but I had a shit laptop, and the school PCs were pretty fine.

So, in steps:

One of the teachers with admin rights created accounts for us on the most powerful PCs with RDP access to use them from other, shitty PCs.
I wanted to extend this access, and in the end went with AnyDesk since that didn't need admin rights, but could still do port forwarding. This was important as AnyDesk could run in background, but wouldn't show anything without being logged in. But I could port forward to the computer's RDP and connect to that.
There was VirtualBox. Cool. I installed Arch for the video conversions, and Ubuntu server for playing around.
I've experimented with remote access via ssh-j.com (SSH jump server), but didn't particularly like that. I wish I had known about Tailscale at the time. I only used AnyDesk for port-forwarding to the VM SSH.
I've installed tinyproxy (simple HTTP proxy server) and OpenVPN (later switched to Wireguard) onto the Ubuntu server VM. I've set it up as a proxy server that would connect to a VPN (ProtonVPN, later Mullvad) and share that connection over the HTTP proxy on LAN.
I've distributed the proxy server details and instructions on how to set up a computer to use it to other students. They confirmed it bypassed blocking, and even online games worked fine over it.
The school IT admin came into the class with that computer (when I was there which was a coincidence), and asked who was using Wireguard. Then he told me he'd block it by the end of the day, and to finish whatever I was doing.
Specifically Wireguard didn't work on any ports, so I assume it was DPI based blocking. However, there was an exception, port 123 used for NTP. Proxy back in service over 123.
Later on he was quite clear that I am not allowed to use the school computers for personal stuff like video processing, that I very much shouldn't be helping others evade the blocking because it exists for a reason, and then got a bit mad when I also mentioned the remote access, because yeah, a bit of security hole.

I personally wouldn't trust AnyDesk for access to my network, but that was all I had. I use Tailscale now.

Welp, next year they upgraded the setup, and now computers don't have local accounts anymore and use some login via e-mail. But I also just finished HS, so not my problem anymore.

Found this picture of you:

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.

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.

Asking questions and wanting to learn more.

I asked the teacher why the Sodom and Gomorrha story meant gay people were bad and not "raping angels is bad". I also asked him why he hated Jews. Aaanyhoo, banned from confession for life. I'm going to hell, ladies and gentlespoons.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Not wanting to play sports.

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

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

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

Exchanging bandaids.

Were they used bandages? If so, you deserved that and more.

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.