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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!

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.

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.

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.

Wearing blue camo shorts in 4th grade because it promotes violence by looking like the military

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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 got thrown out of class for borrowing a pencil.

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

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.

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.

I wore overalls that were too tight.

I'm a guy.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

(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:

1. 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.
2. 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.
3. There was VirtualBox. Cool. I installed Arch for the video conversions, and Ubuntu server for playing around.
4. 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.
5. 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.
6. 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.
7. 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.
8. 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.
9. 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.

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...