To ask what was the most trouble you got into at school

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I was given a weeks suspension for fighting.

When I was five we had to write a story with a picture. I drew the picture but didn’t get time do write much. The supply teacher really told me off and wrote on my paper that ‘Jaret has spent so long drawing that she hasn’t bothered to do any work’!

I went and cried so she apologised and erased what she wrote!!

Can you tell I was a proper goodie two shoes?

I got hauled into the heads office once because I tried to attack another student with my flute. She was a struggling violinist and I was an accomplished flautist, and she really, really annoyed me. So I chased her. The head laughed me back out of the office, but it's probably the worst fear of telling off I ever had!

@taxxigirl this made me laugh so much!! Just imagining you trying to beat someone round the head with a flute for being an incompetent musician! I think this could have been me - but with a clarinet. I was not at all gifted in the way of music, and quit orchestra when the other clarinet players used to roll their eyes at my terrible playing. For some reason, I persevered with lessons for about four years but never got any better.

I was 5. The year was 1971.

It was playtime and our classroom had a large outdoor veranda.

I kicked a large Lego brick at one of the very annoying boys from our class who tended to spend his days just irritating all of us. Especially the girls.

A teacher came round the corner at the wrong moment for me, and I was sent to the headmaster. It was so long ago now that I can't even remember what he said, though I don't think there was any actual punishment. Just a few words.

Nothing else that I can recall. I wasn't a goody two shoes. I think I just learned not to get caught. I used to spend my secondary school dinner money on crisps, chocolate and crap at the school tuck shop, which would have been a hanging offence to my teacher parents. I never told them until I was well into adulthood and already had my DD1.

Was yelled at and told off by my teacher (she didn't like me at all), then forced to follow her into the classroom next door to be further shamed by another teacher who hated me... because my pencil was too short and it irritated her to see me writing with it. It's the most ridiculous thing when I recall it now, the fuss she made over my pencil. Bitch.

I bit someone and was hauled into the Head’s office. I was about 8 or 9.

Sorry Kirstin.

One time when I was in 5th year (16) and on study leave I dropped in to my English teacher to ask him to mark a past paper for me. I'd been at the local library and I had a Walkman with me in my bag. I had to take it out to reach the past paper and when he saw it he was like "you know they're actually not allowed on school grounds, not even if you are on study leave) and I had to go and hyperventilate in the toilets for 20 minutes at the humiliation of having been told off. So I didn't get into trouble at school much, no I was extremely arrogant, in a very quiet way. I think I looked on my school days as like political imprisonment or something. "I don't recognize the right of these people to tell me what to do, but I won't give them any reason to think badly of me or my cause

I was repeatedly hauled over the coals for refusing to do PE. In hindsight I know exactly what the problem was, I have severe social and general anxiety and found the melee of the changing rooms before/after absolutely excruciating and the shouty teacher's terrifying. It was a rough school and there were some properly scary girls in that changing room, unsupervised until the teachers turned up for the lesson with their whistles. But at the time I wasn't fully cognisant of my fears and just sat on the bench nearest the door refusing to get changed and looking like a stubborn little cow.

Fairly strict all-girls school.
We changed the words of Panis Angelicus to Penis Erecticus and sung the new version on Founders Day. In fact we rewrote the entire song in a mishmash of terrible Latin and English, and then handed it in to the Latin master for him to correct.
We kidnapped the baby Jesus from the nativity scene in the entrance hall and left a ransom note in the crib. Headmistress went nuts. Lessons were cancelled for the afternoon and the entire school had to sit in silence in the hall until the culprits owned up. We didn't.
After an hour or so the headmistress gave permission for a third party to name the culprits. No one did, as no one knew it was us.
We returned Jesus the next day, having kept him in a biscuit tin in the cupboard we called the Orgasmatron.
I could go on....... There was the incident with the blackboard rubbers, the incident with the jumpers, the girl smuggled from another school, the incident involving a hockey player from the boys school, the cross-country run that never was.......
I wasn't really keen on school.

I got expelled from boarding school.

I was accused of bullying someone. Not the case, she was bullying me but she was better at turning on the tears than I was.

That particular teacher was evil and really had it in for me. I've mentioned her a few times on here but the comments are always removed.

Went home that night and slit my wrists.

Not sure what was said but the whole situation had blown over by the time I went back.

I got away with murder at school I was good at not getting caught doing things I shouldn't be.

I only ever got into trouble once. I was in sixth form. I was sitting my art exam in my second year, but started the worst period I had EVER had that morning. I was so bloated, I could only fit into shorts. It was really cold that summer, so I layered on two pairs of tights underneath in a feeble attempt to prevent leakage and went in. I'd like to add, they weren't tiny shorts. They covered a good chunk of my thigh.

HOY sent me home and refused to let me sit my exam saying I was 'indecently dressed' and refused to listen as to why I was dressed as I was. So in my two pairs of tights, mid thigh shorts, and giant orange hoodie I ran to town to really quickly buy some jeans. To say the least, I took the tights off, exploded in the changing cubicle and ran home where I pretty much died of shame

T'is alright though. A group of us moved her car to the middle of the hockey pitch a week later

Big bully at school she was VILE to the core. I'd put up with years of it. One day I snapped ..... pushed her up a wall in the class room this was in front of the teacher (small private school) teacher or my other class mates did nothing as if to say FINALLY.

The bully was expelled, I was praised.

Another nun one here

When a nun told me I was going to hell because I wasn't baptised I responded "I'll see you there". That got me a couple of days at home

first year of high school. i was Form Captain. i stomped a ribena carton in the bus queue and had to go and stand at the front with Mrs Lewis. the next day, i was stripped of my captaincy.

my life since then has been a litany of poor decisions and underachievement.

fuck you, Mrs Lewis. fuck. you.

Oh I have one I don’t mind sharing... and some I won’t !

I flipped off the PE teacher. I had finally managed to vault over a horse in gymnastics and she proceeded to tell me I’d done it wrong; you aren’t meant to vault over the top, you’re meant to vault round the side of it . I flipped her the bird while her back was turned and then she turned round and saw me all 🖕. Not good. I had to write her a letter of apology. Looking back though, I still think she was being a total dick about the vault. I was right and I honestly just think she disliked me and was irked I’d done it right for once!

Wow you're all badasses compared to me, the most I ever did was talk in class and fake PE notes.

I was very shy though, especially in PE music and drama, which led to the following:
My drama class were rather naughty in general (not me!) and the teacher said if any of us didn't want to be there to just leave.
So I thought 'hurrah here's my excuse!' and got up and left.
The teacher and rest of the class were rather confused, but to be fair the teacher stuck to her word and for the rest of the year I got to review play scripts in the library instead

(I sound like a proper nerd compared to you lot now hahaha)

I got my prefect tie taken off me because I got caught smoking... I had to borrow a prefect tie off a friend to wear to and from school so my mum didn't find out and kill me!

Thankfully I'm no longer a smoker

I didn't used to get caught.

Never got caught smoking in the lane at the back of school. Or bunking off PE. Or getting absolutely wasted on the last day of school.

I did once bollock a teacher though. I was in 6th form and had a History test essay to revise for. It was a month before A levels and this Biology teacher had a go at me for revising when I should have been in a house meeting for planning sports day (that I wasn't even going to be competing in because I would have left by then and because I hated sport ). I shouted at her and told her my education was more important than a house meeting and she could take it up with the head if she had a problem with it. I was never gobby and quite surprised myself.

Aged 10-ish, we were down the town doing a survey, or something. A group of us went into the public toilets and had a wild time swearing, writing on walls, taking all sorts of very embarrassing crap.

One toilet door, which we kicked repeatedly, wouldn’t open. Yep, that’s right, our teacher was inside. The whole year group was banned from going into town for quite a while after that.

Got caught 'showing my knickers' to workmen in Y7. They were a way a way working on a school building. God knows why my friend suggested we do it and why I agreed. I had a petticoat (remember those ) on under my skirt though so didn't actually show anything. We were seen through a window and were identified by my 'buff coloured' petticoat.

We were shouted at and our parents called.

Never as much a whiff of a detention before or after that.

BaronessBomburst kidnapping the Baby Jesus...

I could go on ... - yes, please !

I think I just learned not to get caught.

^^

Me too. I'd have been in prison otherwise i think and so would a lot of the staff

Aged 10-ish, we were down the town doing a survey, or something.

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I remember doing 'surveys' in town too. WTAF?

What were the teachers doing during that time?

Bunked off for pretty much the entirety of year 10 and 11 before dropping out all together.

Refused to do homework. Any homework. For a whole year I think. I didn't need it and had far more important things to do . Lots of people yelled at me. I was kind of used to that so ignored it.